Chapter 70: Looking For Remu

Chapter 70: Looking For RemuThe rooftop had that familiar calm—city lights below, wind brushing against their skin, and the quiet hum of the world moving on. Lucifer leaned on the railing, arms crossed, eyes locked onto the stars above like they held answers. Francisca stepped beside him, arms wrapped around herself, her expression a mix of concern and quiet thought.

"Remu is missing," she said, voice soft but serious. "Her mom’s freaking out... Madam Greta’s been everywhere, and even her location spell isn’t working."

Lucifer’s brows drew together as his jaw clenched slightly. He didn’t look at her. "I saw her. Few weeks back. She was off... twitchy, hiding something. Told her if she crossed me, I’d kill her. Haven’t seen her since."

Francisca gave him a sideways glance. "You really need to work on your people skills."

Lucifer just stared at the sky. "I said what needed to be said."

Behind them, the quiet rooftop wasn’t so quiet anymore.

Temmy had been sitting on the ledge, legs swinging like she didn’t have a care in the world. But at the mention of Remu, her eyes lit up like she’d just solved a puzzle.

She jumped to her feet with a grin. "Huh. That actually makes sense."

Ruka raised a brow from where he was sitting. "What makes sense?"

Temmy smirked, twirling her finger lazily as sparkles of energy danced at her fingertips. "Nothing you need to worry about, cutie," she said, winking at him.

Then, in one smooth motion, she floated off the ground—glowing slightly as her hair lifted with the wind like an anime heroine entering god-mode.



"Be right back," she said playfully, then turned in the air, gave Ruka a teasing kiss-blow, and zoomed off into the night sky like a shooting star.

Ruka blinked. "...She just winked at me again, didn’t she?"

"Yeah," Francisca said flatly.

Lucifer exhaled through his nose. "Pathetic."

Francisca folded her arms. "She’s trying, okay? She’s just... weird about it."

Lucifer didn’t reply, only narrowed his eyes at the sky like he could see through the clouds. Something about this whole situation didn’t sit right.

"Whatever she’s doing," he muttered, "she better find Remu fast. I’ve got a bad feeling."

The wind picked up again, rustling Francisca’s hair as she looked up beside him, her smile gone now.

"You think she got involved with something dangerous?"

"I know she did," Lucifer replied, eyes sharp. "The question is what."

The Bloom Mansion

The moon hung high over the forest, pale and cold, casting long shadows across the glade where an ancient stone circle stood — the heart of Greta’s coven.

Lanterns floated mid-air, flickering with blue fire. The place was alive with activity, voices overlapping in panic and urgency. Runes glowed on the ground, forming layers upon layers of ritual circles. Grimoires and spellbooks littered the ground, their pages fluttering like wings under the wind stirred by magic. Crystals hovered in the air, humming low and eerie, pulsing with energy as scrying spells tried—and failed—to find anything.

Greta stood in the center of it all, her long white hair tied up hastily, face pale, jaw clenched, eyes glowing dim silver as she poured her strength into yet another spell. Her robes, black with gold linings, moved like they were underwater—surging and twisting with every burst of power.

"Nothing," a younger witch muttered, stepping back from her own failed divination circle. "No trace. Not even a thread."

"Try again!" another snapped from across the circle. "She has to be somewhere!"

A third witch, this one older with glowing green eyes and a staff of twisted oak, walked toward Greta. "High Priestess... the spells aren’t working. We’ve used everything we have. Every artifact. Every name-bound locator. Even her blood samples..."



Greta’s lips pressed into a hard line as she cut off her current spell, panting softly from the drain.

"Remu didn’t just vanish," she said, voice low and cold. "Something is masking her."

"Could it be the monsters?" someone asked cautiously.

A few gasped. Others paused.

Greta turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing. "No. If one of those cursed beasts took her, I would’ve felt it the moment they touched her soul. I would’ve known. This—this is something else. Something stronger."

The witches around her exchanged worried glances.

"...The Demon King," she said finally.

Her voice dropped lower, but it hit like thunder.

"Demon King?" the green-eyed witch repeated. "You don’t mean that Demon King—?"

"Yes." Greta turned fully now, her aura flaring as wind spiraled around her, throwing sparks from the runes and making even the floating lanterns flicker violently. "The one I sensed not long ago. Royal blood. Older than half the realms. More dangerous than anything walking this earth. He’s here. And I think Remu summoned him."

A ripple of fear passed through the coven like a wave.

"That can’t be..." someone whispered. "Why would she—?"

"Desperation," Greta cut in. "Or curiosity. Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. He has her now."

The green-eyed witch stepped forward. "Then we need to prepare. If the Demon King of Lust really has Remu, there’s no telling what—"

"I know what he’ll do," Greta snapped, a crack appearing in the stone beneath her feet. "He’ll twist her. Manipulate her. Use her for whatever sick game he’s playing in this realm."

Silence fell like a curtain.

"...Should we notify the Council?" someone asked from the edge of the glade.



Greta shook her head. "No. Not yet. They’ll only meddle and make things worse. I’ll get her back. Myself."

"But—High Priestess, what if it’s already too late?"

Greta’s eyes narrowed.

"Then I’ll burn the gates of the demon realm myself."

The wind stopped.

The blue flames flickered low.

Her words were heavy—and they weren’t a threat.

They were a promise.

As the night stretched on, the witches continued to work, desperate, frantic, flipping through every old scroll and banned grimoire. One even dared to call upon an ancient spirit of sight. But it was all the same—black, empty void. Like Remu had been plucked from the very threads of existence.

Greta stood there the entire time, unmoving, arms folded, staring at the sky.

Her heart was silent, but her mind was racing.

Remu... what have you done?