Living With My Lady Boss

All of a sudden, the burning branches began to hiss violently with sparks. Holt glanced around warily, muttering, "Sir..."

The Dark Messenger snorted. "It's the old geezer. What a powerful aura."

A ship stopped by the island then. Augheimer, the Old Pope of the Church of Holy Illuminati, stood at its mast with a young man clad in white robes and holding a scepter. The man's name was Clinton, who frowned as he said, "Your Holiness, that man is also here."

Augheimer nodded. "The Dark Messenger. I guess Holt got on his wrong side, too."

Clinton knew that the Dark Messenger was part of Light Valley, which the church worked for. At least that was what he knew. There were many people who did not know about the existence of Light Valley, and thus the situation seemed rather complicated to Clinton.

"Your Holiness, shall we deal with Holt on our own, or shall we leave him to that man?"

Augheimer fell silent for a moment before saying, "Holt represents the pride and reputation of the church. If he is to be controlled, let it be by the church. That man still does not have the right. You head into the woods to meet him, Clinton. Tell him that Holt is part of my church, and the man is to hand him over to us."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Clinton stepped onto the island holding his scepter, hurrying into the woods until he reached the Dark Messenger and Holt. The Dark Messenger seemed to hardly even register Clinton's presence, his expression not changing in the slightest and not even looking away from the fish on the grill.

"C-Clinton!" Holt was scared out of his wits at the sight of Clinton. It was important to note that Clinton was Augheimer's assistant and had handled many big events that had happened around the world. It was said that his power was merely second to the Old Pope.

"Long time no see, Mister Holt."

Clinton smiled as he glanced at Holt briefly, before looking at the Dark Messenger and bowing to him with a hand on his chest. "Greetings, Honorable Dark Messenger."

"Is something the matter, Clinton?" The Dark Messenger glanced at Clinton, whose heart sank for a second before replying, "Honorable Dark Messenger, his Holiness is just outside. He has sent me to retrieve Holt from you, since he is, after all, part of our church."

"The Church of Holy Illuminati? Right... Clinton, you can inform Augheimer on my behalf that Holt is now my loyal servant, and it's best that the old geezer doesn't piss me off if he wants to continue being the Pope."

Clinton trembled upon hearing those words. He opened his mouth to say something but knew that he would be no match for the Dark Messenger and could only bow in silence before retreating.

Augheimer watched as Clinton walked toward him. "Well? What did he say?"

"He refuses to give Holt to us."noveldrama

"That imbecile!"

Just as Augheimer stared into the woods, the energy aura radiating from within them doubled in power.

"What?" Shock flashed in Augheimer's eyes, followed by a sigh. "It appears that things are not what I thought them to be. This is out of our hands, Clinton. Let's go back."