Inhuman Warlock

The maid returned with a white tray that had a flower-shaped painting on the bottom. From the top, the tray was plain white.

Five transparent glasses were resting on the tray, four being at each corner, while the fifth was placed at the exact center of the tray. All glasses were filled with water to the top, barely leaving one inch of them empty

As she respected Noble Lords the most, the first person she approached was Arthur. She bent forward, extending the tray towards Arthur, offering him water.

"I'm fine. Give the others," Arthur casually waved his hand, refusing the water.

The maid respectfully backed off.

She moved over to Lucifer, who was also sitting on the couch, offering him the water. Using his left hand, Lucifer picked up the glass of water. "Thank you."

Nodding, the maid stepped back since only two people were sitting on the couch. As for the other three, they were sitting on chairs on the other side.

As she stepped back, she didn't look behind.

A glass table was placed at a few meters of distance from the sofa where Arthur was sitting. The glass table was mostly empty, having an old book placed at the center, which was in the local language of the Divine Empire.

Even reading the name on the cover was hard for people who weren't from here. It also had a flower vase that had flowers of myriad of colors peeking out of it.

The strange flowers were something that was hard to find in the outside world as they only grew in the specific climatic conditions of the Divine Empire.

They weren't rare here either. Every day, the flowers in the vase were changed by the maid as the old flowers couldn't survive for even two days after being plucked.

The maid stepped back, forgetting about the table which was lying behind her.

Tuch~

Her legs accidentally hit the glass table, making her lose balance. The tray flew off her hand into the air as she started falling down, unable to balance herself.

In the direction she fell, she was going to crash on top of the flower vase while also possibly breaking the glass table; however, something strange happened.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, holding onto the slender body of the maid, keeping her in the air. Her back remained only a few inches away from the vase which was saved.

Because of the winds, the flowers that were inside the vase started waving left and right as if they had started dancing, celebrating the arrival of the wind.

She wasn't the only one who was stopped though.

The tray which had flown into the air also stopped mid-air, floating. The four glasses of water also flew at some distance from the tray, all seemingly going in a different direction before they were caught.

The water from the glasses had also spilled out of them, but before the water could fall, the wind caught it too.

Each droplet of water flew in its respective glass before the glass flew to the tray, landing on it.

The tray started flying to the glass table; going under the maid, the tray landed on the glass table.

The maid also started flying up, standing on her own two feet. A look of disbelief graced her beautiful face as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. It all seemed like a dream. She was actually flying.

If she hadn't seen the tray lying on the glass table, she might have even considered that she was actually dreaming, but that wasn't the case as she now understood.

According to her, it was the work of someone who was present in this room. She didn't know what powers each of them had, but her first thought went to Arthur.

She believed that only Lord Arthur was graceful enough to protect her.

She looked at Arthur as she bowed respectfully. "Thank you for saving me."

"Don't thank me. I wasn't the one who did it," Arthur casually replied, shrugging.

"Huh?"

Confused, the maid looked at Caen. Only he had wings in this room, so he was evidently related to wind. She wondered if it was him.

"Don't look at me either. I wasn't the one who saved you." Before the maid could even ask, Caen answered.

She looked at Salazar, who was standing behind Caen.

"Not me either," Salazar answered. "You might want to look ahead, by the way."

Hearing that, the maid understood everything. There were only two people sitting in the direction where Salazar was pointing— Lucifer and Arthur. Arthur already said he wasn't the one; that only left one person there who could have done it.

She turned around and looked at Lucifer, who was drinking the water, taking small sips.

"Thank you for saving me," she told Lucifer, bowing respectfully.

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing. Next time watch where you walk," Lucifer let out, smiling wryly. "I won't be there to always save you."

The girl nodded, slightly embarrassing. A shade of pink appeared on her fair cheeks, highlighting her embarrassment. She hastily stepped forward and picked up the tray again before she walked around the table to serve water to the others.

Heath was the closest to her, so she served him first. Heath picked up a glass, passing it over to Salazar, who was sitting right beside him.

He picked another glass for himself and took a sip of water. "Hah, after being thirsty for so long, drinking water feels like drinking heavenly liquor."

"How come you're so thirsty?" Caen asked, amused.

"Well, being almost killed can have that effect, I guess," Salazar let out, smiling.

"Can you all not tease me like that? It was scary," Heath responded, rolling his eyes.

The maid walked over to Caen, who was the last person. He also picked up the glass of water. He finished the glass in one attempt, placing it back on the tray. "Thanks."

The maid nodded respectfully. She walked over to the others and collected the empty glasses.

"You can leave now. Give us some privacy," Lucifer told the maid who had finished taking the glasses.

The maid walked away, going upstairs to give some privacy to the others as she was commanded.

Placing his right leg over his left, Arthur once again turned to Lucifer.

"I don't know what happened when we fought in your dream before, but it was interesting to see your powers at play. Such precise control of wind is rare."

"Are you implying that there are people in the Divine Empire who can control wind too?" Lucifer asked, surprised.