I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

Chapter 290 – One After The Other (Part Three)

I pulled Elsa up, held her in my arms and turned around. "Everything good?" I shouted. 

"The thing still survived. Definitely a primordial." The geezer's skin was still sizzling and letting off a bit of steam, but he seemed good enough. 

Every part of the woman was gone: Even her blood. 

"Think she'll come back?"

There was always that chance. Though the last bit of what she said did bother me. Cursed majestic blood, was it?

And she'd mentioned something about how the three of them were connected. Though I still didn't understand who the other two were. One could have been Enira, and it was possible this woman was referencing Hyora too, though that was just a guess. 

"With the wounds you gave? I doubt it."

I clicked my tongue but- at least this moron was alright. 

"You, okay?" I said, looking at Elsa, who was still just looking at me, confused. 

But she was getting awfully comfortable while hugging me. "I'm fine. Where am I?" She looked fine too. No external injuries, and unlike the geezer, she didn't look pale either. 

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"I got off in Vancouver and a classmate's mother called me over. And-" She wiggled her eyes upwards, searching her memories. "Can't remember."

Oh well. 

"You can walk, right?"

"Maybe?"

"Good." With that said, I let her be on her own feet and headed over to the geezer's side. 

I held his shoulder and gave him proper support. "Do you want me to carry you?"

Because even with support he had a tough time walking. The guy was barely holding up. 

"I'm not that frail, kid." He tried to act tough. He was still uneasy on his feet though. 

"Great." I proceeded to lift him up on my shoulder. "Just sit there." He was still bleeding and though he wanted to complain, he held his tongue.

Instead, he just sighed and stayed. 

I walked over to Elsa's and carried her like a princess and started lift off. 

I didn't want to spend another moment here. 

Then again, I might or might not have destroyed half of the island here, so- 

"Am I in trouble?" Elsa said, not quite looking me in the eye. She could act rather cute at times. But just acting cute wasn't going to get her out of this. 

"I don't know, but you're definitely grounded that's for sure."

She didn't say anything. More like she couldn't. There was nothing to say.. 

"Oh yeah, give mom a message, that you're okay. My hands are full," I said. 

'Wasn't dad supposed to come too?'

She nodded. I knew she didn't want to call mom now, but a message should have been fine. 

Well, actually it wasn't fine… because we kept on getting more and more calls from both mom and dad. 

"We'll be there shortly, everything's fine," I said, cutting the call the very next second.

I had to maintain a lot of focus on flying- and with two passengers too. Even now the geezer was sizzling. 'He wouldn't turn into a vampire, right?'

The geezer was sitting on my back while Elsa had her hands wrapped around my neck. 

It was hard.

I kept moderate pace and used the barrier to protect us from bugs and birds. 

It took us nearly forty or so minutes to reach home. Definitely longer than I expected. 

And when we did reach home, mom stormed over and for a moment it almost seemed like she'd slap Elsa but, instead, she hugged her, almost crying. 

Meanwhile, "This guy needs treatment, by the way." I said, holding the geezer a bit over the air. 

"Let go of me, you punk!" He had plenty of steam left in the tank now that we were in the shade. 

Grandma rolled her eyes. "This way." 

I still didn't let the geezer go. Instead, I just carried him inside. 

Meanwhile, mom and Elsa were still hugging. Elsa was crying silently. 

"Thanks geezer," I whispered. 

He grinned. "And for the last time, stop calling me that, you moron!"

"No can do." I chuckled. 

***

Apparently, dad was lost. 

The guy had gone out searching for Elsa the moment he heard. 

But he was lost. 

I'd heard stuff about how he had a terrible sense of direction, but really? He couldn't even follow a guided Holo map?

Anyway, he was definitely glad that Elsa was fine. He was currently in Egypt, sipping date juice. It was kind of a miracle he still had reception. 

"So, that's when these two gentlemen found me and brought me to their oasis." 

There was a pond and three date palms behind him and two camels. No humans. Just one horse Mutor- standing on his feet like Remia and the others. He was maybe twice the size of dad and that head was anything but not terrifying. 

"How the hell did you end up in the middle east when you were supposed to head to America?" We were in the living. Mom And Elsa were on the sofa while the geezer and grandma were on the other side.

Our central Holo displayed dad's face big enough for everyone in the room to see. 

He shut his lips tight and tried to look away. 

Mom sighed: she was fixing Elsa's hair. "That's typical for him. He was late for his wedding, the birth of his first son, and a lot more." Mom smiled, emphasizing on the 'lot more' part.

Dad chuckled, very nervously. "Sorry."

Mom again, sighed. "Just come back home. Or do we have to pick you up?"

"These two gentlemen have agreed to get me home."

The mutor in question just smiled- though I wasn't sure if that was just his face or a smile. 

From Egypt to here?

But wait, two? "Two?"

"OH yeah, him and him." He first pointed at the horseman.

The second?

There was sand everywhere and dad had to raise his voice more and more as more sand danced in the air. 

"A beetle?" I looked carefully at the horseman's shoulder. There was maybe a fist sized beetle there. 'Oh my god!'

IT had a face!

A very creepy face! Like it was grinning mischievously or something. 

But still, a face!

"Don't worry lad, we'll take care of him!" The beetle assured me, pumping his chest. 

'These guys aren't even worried about people finding them or something?'

But more importantly, IT HAD A FACE!

"When I first found them, they acted like normal Mutors but when they learned I could talk to them, we hit it off and-" Father went on.

Apparently, the two Mutor-people were fond of people and always wanted to interact, and travel across the globe. But since they were treated as Mutors, they almost never got the chance. So, when they did, they chose to take it. 

I didn't know why but the three seemed very laid-back if nothing. 

I cleared my throat. "Funny you can understand them." Things were going over my head, so I just changed the subject. 

"Well, I learned from your grandfather. The guy was an expert." He grinned. "There's a sandstorm headed this way. Later." For someone who was about to deal with a sandstorm, the guy was sure excited. 

Actually, all of them were excited. 

"Uh-huh. Well, good luck."

The call ended. 

Was it me or were they a bit too laidback?

"He was always like that." Mom spoke out loud. "Adventures were his lifeline. Sometimes I wondered if that moron and your uncle…" she sighed again.

"What's so great about learning more about those critters. Nothing but trouble. Mutors are Mutors… now they talk, a day later they'll come to bite you." The geezer complained. "OUCH!" 

Grandma was doing some stitches on him. 

"They too are people, so shove it," I said. "Besides, who knows what's-"

"Wait, you mentioned about meeting them and-" The geezer paused. "It's not like you can understand them or something- right?" He asked very carefully. 

Why?

Was it really that surprising?

"I may or may not?" Wait, wasn't the headmaster also really surprised?

Mom didn't look that surprised, the rest though, they all looked at me as though I was an item on display. 

"Well, that trait was unique to your grandmother." Grandma said. "She taught your grandfather who in turn taught your father and some others. But I guess you inherited it genetically."

I guess that was good?

But I kind of didn't want to talk about it, as sooner or later I'd end up bringing up the Nelbound. "Well, is he turning into a vampire?"

The geezer's skin had stopped sizzling but he was awfully pale. 

"I don't think so. But he'll have to rest for the next few days," Grandma said. "I guess he won't make it to the wedding."

"Screw you, I'm getting there, even if I have to crawl!" The geezer retorted. His treatment was done, so he was just lying on the couch. 

Honestly, he was more excited about my marriage, than me. 

Speaking of marriages, where the hell was Marg? I hadn't seen her anywhere. 

"Is Marg out?"

"She went to meet her mother. She'll be back tomorrow," Mom said. 

"She didn't teleport right?"

"No, she took the plane."

Well, that was good to hear. 

But we had one more problem.. That being- "Well?" I sat on the sofa directly facing mom and Elsa. "What do you have to say for yourself?"