Mirror Soul

Chapter Forty One: The Grass is Always Greenier

Clover shot her grappling hook into another segment of the thick vine. She zipped upward, passing Count, and landed on a large leaf above him. She reformed her weapon into a pistol and fired at the Court member.

The man flinched and threw up a wall of vegetation for cover. “S-stop shooting at me!” He pleaded from behind his shielding. 

“I’m still not sure you get how this whole fight to the death game works.” Clover mocked him as she fired into the greenery. Count took a deep breath and remembered the chant he’d made for himself.

Do it for Majesty. Do it for Majesty. Do it for Majesty!

He built up his courage and lowered his wall. “W-well I bet you don’t know how to play this game!” He tried to mimic a cool line like he’d thought Duchess might say. Huge vines covered in thorns sprung up from the man’s feet and attacked the Horizon.

Clover flipped back her unbounded hair behind her shoulder and smiled. “Oh! I know this game, I play it all the time!” She reformed her pistol into a flamethrower and released a torrent of fire tourching the vines before they could even reach her.

“Fire is super effective against grass. Oh! Don’t tell Bruce and Kai that I said that! They’d never let me live it down.” She joked.

Count began to tremble and quickly raised his protective wall again. The blond sighed in boredom and continued to blast the man with flames until she felt the tank on her back getting lighter.

This thing requires too much sole anyway. 

Clover changed strategies and flipped off of the leaf. She grappled to her previous foothold and swung around the huge beanstalk.

Once the flames stopped coming, Count lowered his wall to find that the blond girl had disappeared. He looked around for her aimlessly until he heard a whistle. Count turned
to find her swinging towards him. Her feet barreled into his chest, sending him flying off of his own vine.

The man screamed in terror as he plummeted. “Help! Please help!” He begged. His fall was stopped abruptly by a metal cable wrapping around his leg. Clover reeled in her grappling line leaving Count to dangle upside down.

Clover studied the man as he flailed about. “You know you’re not cut out for this right?” She asked.

The man sighed deeply and allowed his body to go limp. “I know.”

The girl pulled the man back up and helped him to his feet. “So why are you in the mystical terrorism business? Drop out of med school or something?”

Count was quiet for a second before whispering his answer. “Yes, actually.”

Clover blinked in surprise. “Wow. That was just a shot in the dark!”

The man fell to his knees and hid his face in his hands. “My wife only married me for my father’s money. When she left me she took everything and my father disowned me for being a useless fool.” He sniffed loudly as he continued. “She was way too beautiful to ever really be with me. I don’t blame her or father for not loving me.”

Clover winced from the awkwardness and rubbed the back of her neck. “Yikes...sorry about that.”

“That night, when I jumped into the water, Majesty pulled me out.” Count smiled to himself. “He gave me a new name, a new family, and a purpose.”

“And that purpose includes killing people, stealing their souls, and dragging me into Limbotory before I get my full eight hours?” Clover questioned with hands on her hips. Count looked up at her in anger.

“We’re not the bad guys! Majesty will solve the ultimate problem of this world and I’m honored to help him see it through!” He stood to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at her.