A Knight's Loyalty | Food Fantasy AU Fanfic

Chapter 45 - What's Done is Done

Caviar coughed incessantly. Boston wisped away from fatal wounds, the explosion doing much more damage than Caviar expected. There was a hole in the wall where Boston had been pinned, and inside Caviar could see a stairwell, spiraling around.

Milt and Peking both came up to the fallen Food Soul, helping him to stand. Caviar smiled weakly, before coughing.

"You guys did good," Caviar spoke, before coughing again. "Crap . . ."

"Wait," Peking spoke urgently. "How come you're hurt? She's an ally!"

"It wasn't her explosion that damaged me. I was fighting Boston remember?" Caviar coughed again. "That guy was pinching my side, it makes it a bit difficult to breathe through stomach, and he was awfully close to breaking my ribcage." He coughed. "That isn't even including the fact that he was trying to choke me to death."

"Relax, I have a healing charm for situations like this," Milt spoke, reaching into her silver hood. She pulled out a charm and placed it on Caviar's neck, and two more where Boston's claws had damaged him. The charms dissolved into Caviar's skin, removing signs of damage.

"Will he be in fighting condition?" Peking Duck asked anxiously. "The battle isn't over yet."

"Well, yes," Milt responded. "But not for long. He needs to recover. The charms sapped out a lot of his energy to heal those wounds, but they were his best shot at staying alive."

"Ah, got it." Peking Duck turned to the battlefield. Crab Long Bao was defeated, and now everyone was teaming on Bamboo Rice. Sanma made one more slash, and the UR fell over, disappearing like the rest of his teammates. "Looks like the battle truly is over now."

"Woohoo! Yes!" Ryouri shouted loudly. "We did it!"

"The battle's over?" Caviar asked. "Or am I hearing wrong?"

"It appears you all did it," Peking Duck confirmed. "Well done."

"The whole team was centered around you and Boston, as well as your capabilities," Caviar explained. "Boston had two sets of hands - one set more deadly than the other - and you had (well, have) the ability to stop Food Souls from effectively fighting back. Bamboo Rice and Crab Long Bao were just forces to even the odds for you guys, but if it was me, I'd say you two were more than enough."

"I'll . . . take that as a compliment," Peking responded. "We shouldn't be dealing with Boston anymore now. He may be run by violence, but he isn't stupid enough to be running back here. After all, by then we'd already be gone, and that'd be a waste."

"Wait," Milt interrupted. "That's assuming that he respawns at all. He needs an Attendant for that."

The three looked amongst each other, wondering what to say next. Then, Peking Duck spoke up.

"He . . . He has an Attendant. However, I don't know if they're alive, or if they even want to see Boston again, though."

"What do you mean by that?" Milt asked. "Not wanting to see Boston again and whatnot - they're Food Soul and Attendant."

"It's rude to speak of others behind their backs, but do understand - what Attendant lets a Food Soul like Boston roam unattended? It's a relationship benefiting them both without them seeing each other - Boston gets a place to respawn, and his Attendant can claim she has a Food Soul-"

" 'She'?" Caviar interrupted. "His Attendant is a 'she'?"

"Surprisingly enough - now, let's leave private things private, alright? We should enter the Chamber Room and free the other caught Souls, alright? Have you secured Spaghetti's medallion yet?"

"You know all this stuff? Like, seriously know this stuff?"

"Of course, Borscht and Spaghetti were always much too loud when they spoke in the Chamber Room. It's not like those things were soundproof."

"Ah," Milt spoke. "Yeah, anyways, we were planning to get the medallion once we secured the route to the Chamber Room."

"Smart. I'll accompany whoever's going if necessary."

"And you're with us why?" Caviar interrogated suspiciously. Peking Duck sighed.

"They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend right? Well, our enemy is Spaghetti, and I've more than a small problem with him."

"Alright then. I trusted you for that battle since it was necessary, but slip up and the suspicion is on you immediately, understood?"

"Naturally. After all, I've nothing to hide."

~

"It appears they're succeeding," a brown-haired male spoke to himself. "Interesting."

Whiskey glanced away from the snake as it disappeared, and looked to the sunset. Today had surely been a long day. Those Attendants and Food Souls would have to leave eventually, or risk sabotage in their sleep.

"He's in danger," Borscht muttered. "I can feel it."

"Of course he is. Spaghetti isn't the brightest of geniuses."

"And what's that to say of you? I can hardly believe you're any better."

"Oh much, much better. I'm the brightest of minds."

"Sure. Whatever makes you happy."

Whiskey enjoyed his time spent with Borscht, simply because she always brought bad news of Spaghetti. She never wanted to see Whiskey though, so he always had to use methods of magic to speak with her.

Whiskey snapped his suitcase shut and stood up, not minding the altitude existing as he stood at the top of the castle. Borscht didn't respond, so Whiskey silently went back inside to the top floor and embarked down.

~

"This is the room," B-52 spoke. "Spaghetti should be frozen over there." He pointed to the redhead as he flew over, wand at the ready.

The ice about halfway melted, but Spaghetti and Seaweed Soup were still frozen as Vodka and B-52 had left them. It was kind of bizarre, considering how long it had been.

"How much energy did you put into that, Vodka?" Peking Duck sighed, entering the room after the two. "Normally they would've melted by now. Actually, the would've melted ages ago."

"I was upset is all," Vodka answered. "Nothing more, nothing less. Naturally I would go overboard, no?"

"Let's go with that answer. I'm assuming you two can get the medallion in your own, correct?" Both B-52 and Vodka nodded. "Excellent. This should be quick."