"Who could have done this?" I question to myself but a familiar voice answers the question.

"I did it." I turn to see Roswaisa standing at the top of a container.

"Why are you here, Roswaisa?" I ask.

"Hah!" She sighs and flies down on the ground to level with me as she answers, "I had heard about this new kind of drug that can give a human enough power to equal an Angel or a Demon. I was curious about it and wanted to stop it if it was real, so I checked it out."

"Hmm … and, did you find anything important?"

"Other than the fact that all the supply available for this drug is present in those carts," she points at the good number of cargo boxed that seemingly contain this drug, "I found out why this drug is considered so potent."

I am surprised, honestly. I never took her to be good at detective work, and definitely not the forensic-type either.

"Relax Danny! I am not some great detective or forensic. I can tell that's what you are thinking right now." She says with an expression as serious as serious could be, "All I did was take the drugs to see what it did."

"What!?" Now that's not something I would want a friend, especially a friend who is the future wife of another friend, do.

"It won't affect me. That is one benefit of being a DemiG.o.d." She continues, "Anyway, I found out by inhaling them that they are made from Angels and Demons' carca.s.s."

Wait! If that's true, then there would be a ridiculously large supply of the raw materials for these drugs right now. It's going to be hard to stop them, if we do try to do it.

"…" I am unable to say anything on seeing the seriousness of Roswaisa's face. For her, someone is using the dead bodies of her past race and the race closest to that race to create this incredibly dangerous drug. There is no way she wouldn't want to stop it.

"Also, there is this one guy that has been really been on mind this whole time." She says. "He's a weird, bird-faced man who seems to be quite cunning and … uh, I don't know, he's weird."

"Cartel Hopkins?" I question, seeing as how the description fits him.

"Yes. You know him?" She looks at me with expectant eyes. Well, I'll have to disappoint you here, Roswaisa.

"Nope. I am, in fact, searching for him."

"Well, I met him a while ago. He wouldn't be there where I last saw him though." She says.

"I see." I say.

This whole conversation is getting slower and harder to move forward, mainly because of the lack of any 'forward' being visible. And I don't know what to do. I mean, both of us are searching for something and both of us are in a tight spot.

"Hah!" Roswaisa sighs and leans back on a container as she asks, "Do you know if Irium, at least, is doing fine?"

"I have no clue actually. Dues has given the guarantee that she will not let him die but that's it." I tell her. His condition really is a big anxiety-factor for me.

Seriously, the situation is hopeless for all of us it seems.

*****

A week has pa.s.sed here and on Earth while three days have pa.s.sed on Frost since the time Irium went to Frost. Because I have so much work to do, I can't always keep an eye on his progress. I do try to check on him from time-to-time though. I would probably be showered in abuses and insults by Danny if he dies when I am not watching over him and that ends this whole thing.

"Well, well," I say as I look at the two individuals whom have a symbol on their clothes that vexes me, "aren't the Temple of Temur cute to have sent two guys after him already?"

The Temple of Temur is an anti-me organization that originated in Temur Nation of that planet and spread though underground a.s.semblies and small-scale schemes. By this point in time, their members are present, in varying quant.i.ties, throughout the planet. They started a decade or so ago and have been trying to protest against everything I ever do. Obviously, when I attained G.o.dhood, they become much more active as well as secretive in their endeavors.

In Frost, where people have already accepted me as the G.o.d, they are looked in the same light that Satanists are looked at on Earth. However, they are feared a bit more because a lot of them have found ways to use mage-craft, something that isn't exactly a tradition on Frost. They are pretty half-a.s.sed at it mage-craft though, a guy like Danny can probably take half of the members down by himself.

In any case, it seems like they started a fire to lure Irium out, but when they noticed him not trying to be a hero, they attacked him straight-on. Somewhere in all this time, Irium found a way to tell them how I have taken Glice as hostage for him to do my bidding and so they decided to back away for now. They then stopped the fire and disappeared. Well, if Irium thinks getting on the good side of those half-a.s.ses will help him, I will laugh myself to death. But, I get a feeling that that idiot has something else cooking up in his mind.

Whatever the case may be, it'll be interesting to see how his journey unfolds from here.

*****