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Chapter 113: A Good Bad Plan

Gustav's POV

"The devil's trumpet?" I furrowed. "Is it some kind of magical trumpet we have to blow into her ears to weaken her?"

Zelta and Monica shared comical glances. Monica leaned against the wall, doubling over in laughter, and placing a hand on her stomach. Zelta stood apart, lips sealed, looking straight at me. She was visibly doing a hack job trying to steel herself from laughing at me, but out of respect for me, she chose to remain neutral.

"Seriously, Monica?" I scolded, arms akimbo. "Why are you laughing? It's just a question for crying out loud? I deserve to know what the demon's trumpet is."

I noticed that the tempo of her laughter increased after I mentioned the trumpet thing. Zelta dipped her chin, trying to obliterate the laughter warming up her belly.

"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" My hackles were rising, and I hated being used as an object of mockery.

"It's a poisonous plant," Monica offered, dusting herself from the aftermath of making a circus
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