Summoner: The Book of Dimension

32 A Purifier’s Mission

West Pacific Purifier branch was part of Purificia, an independent world of a group of islands for Purifiers. Another dimension in the universe. It was divided into four branches. North Pacific Purifier, South Pacific Purifier, East Pacific Purifier, and the aforementioned branch.

Out of the four branches, West Pacific was the headquarters for higher-ups or those people who had an expertise at being a purifier. They were either trained since they were young, or they inherited it from their ancestors or deceased relatives.

Purifiers, on the other hand, were people specialized in handling summoned fantastical creatures from different dimensions and worlds. Those who were summoned accidentally, or those who were lurking around the world.

They’d also collect and confiscate Book of Dimensions, if they were used for massive destruction or if it caused trouble for a lot of people. They had the right to hold summoners to imprisonment and execution if they pose a menace against Purifier.

They were lesser-known as regulators or managers for the summoners; they could monitor registered summoners, but not those who haven’t officially been tagged with being a summoner.

To monitor those who weren’t registered, Purifiers would need third party creatures like witches to hunt or locate them, which could be hard as well, since they needed something that could link them to the unregistered summoners.

And it was also pricey, as witches would always request rare ingredients or materials, which were expensive.

It was just a few years ever since they lessen the monitoring of summoners, and changed their priority, which was the Book of Dimensions.

The headquarters looked identical to the dream world, only that it consisted of four castles, linked together within four connected bridges. The similarity of Purificia and the dream kingdom wasn’t a surprise, because as the history told, they were formed and founded by the Superlord of dreams. 

Beth Lennox, a purifier on her thirties, entered the headquarters of the West Pacific Purifier branch of Purificia. She received a call from the Chief Purifier about a new mission and she was there to discuss what would it be.

She opened the double doors of the West Pacific Purifier’s office, seeing the back of a swivel chair facing her. “I’m here,” she coldly said.

The swivel chair was turned, revealing a man on his fifties, with balding hair. “Sorry for the trouble calling you here,” the Chief staff named Roger said, which was a retired werewolf. He was in his human body, as his last choice. He had chosen to stay as human, as being a werewolf would only give him trouble.

He slid an envelope across the table.

Beth looked at him, then at the envelope before she walked closer to the table.

She leaned close to take it and took a look at it. “What’s this? Are you giving me a property?” she asked, looking at the pictures she was provided. It was a picture of Edgar Lee’s villa. She wasn’t excited if it was a gift for her, she was confused.

“Do you think I have enough money to buy you a villa?” he joked.

Beth grinned a little. “Well, if I could recall how much I helped you with anything you ask of me and convert it to money, then I could buy a villa,”

Roger chuckled. “I didn’t ask you that much,” he said, trying to count the times he asked her for help. “I lost count of them, but they were not that much,”

She snorted. “Of course, you don’t remember. You’re the one who asked for help. The one who was asked always remembers. I remember one time you called me frequently, almost every day,” she said.

He laughed. “Did I?”

Beth sighed. “I know you’re getting old and all, but you can do stuff on your own. You’re partly werewolf. They never die.”

“We do die. We live half of the human’s lifetime,” he said. “And may I remind you, I am human now. The werewolf blood is off of my body, so I live like a human now,”

“Good choice, by the way,” Beth said. “You have longer life I guess?”

Roger looked at the envelope and cleared his throat. “So? Will you do it?”

“What is this, anyway?” she asked, checking what was in the picture that she needed to know for whatever mission.

“It’s the villa from three years ago. If you don’t remember, that’s Edgar Lee’s villa,” Roger helped her remember.

She nodded. “The famous summoner obsessed in collecting creature heads?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one. But that villa is burned down.”

“What do I need to do with these pictures anyway?” she asked. I thought it was 

“It’s the new mission,” Roger said and clasped his hands. He sighed. “You probably remember what happened three years ago, and we still yet to have Edgar Lee’s book,” Roger said.

Beth was silent as she thought through, staring at the still photos of the villa, which was an empty one.

It was a mystery to the purifiers. They had an idea that the accident was what happened there when it was left clean, and when they checked again, it was burned down. However, it wasn’t their business to know who did it, as their concern was to know who currently held the book.

Beth threw the envelope back on the table and turned around. “I told you, I won’t do this again,” she said and stormed out of Roger’s office, walking outside.

Roger sighed, took the envelope, and followed her. “Come on, this is the last time I ask of you,” he said.

“I told you for how many times, I won’t do that,” she said and turned, roaming randomly in the West Pacific Purifier castle, starting to barge into different rooms.

“Then why are you even here?” Roger asked.

“I’m working here as the purifier, and I specialize in handling creatures, not recycle and confiscate the book. Just ask Mandy,” she said, entering a big room where caged goblins were. “Are these goblins to be sent out today?” she asked one staff.

The staff nodded. “The first batch was already on the sending circle.”

The sending circle was on the backside of the West Pacific Purifier branch, and as it was called, it was where the handled creatures were gathered by batch to send them back to their worlds.

“Mandy left. She took a break,” Roger said.

Beth left the room and went to the other, which was a big room for fairies. “Why did she even leave? While it’s the year’s peak? We’re lacking staff as it is,” she complained and softly knocked at one small birdcage where a fairy was. “Hey, hang in there. You’ll be sent back in a few.”

Roger was confused. “She’s near her due. Did you forget she’s pregnant?” he asked.

She walked to another staff. “Hey, ask the goblin room regulator to exchange schedule with you. Tell me I said. The fairies can’t wait, their energy is draining,” she said and turned to Roger. “It’s not my fault for her to be pregnant. And it’s not my call to carry her left responsibility.”

“Come on, Beth. You’re the only one I can ask,” he said.

“I know,” she said and walked to the next room, which was an empty conference-like room.

Roger leaned his shoulder at the frame of the door. “Then why are you playing hard-to-get?” he asked.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I can’t just leave here because of that damn book,” she said, a little mad.

She was so tired of it. Roger and the other purifier leaders always as her a favor, although it didn’t make anything better for her. She was just added with responsibilities that weren’t supposed to be hers.

He sighed. “Then do this for me one last time, then I will make sure no one asks you for a special mission again.”

Her facial expression softened as she recalled memories of her dad.

She sighed. “It’s just that, the book reminds me of Dad,” she said.

“I know,” Roger said and realized she was forcing her. “I’m sorry, I’ll ask another person to do this,” he said and walked to Beth, patting her shoulder.

Roger felt sorry. “I’m sorry, I was insensitive. But don’t worry, I’ll just find someone else. I just reached to you because I know you are quick at these,” he smiled.

Beth chuckled. “I know I’m the best,” she said.

She fell silent and just let Roger leave.

Her Dad died one day when he was out to get a copy of the Book Of Dimensions from a deceased. But the deceased relative had claimed it and used the book to summon a creature, which killed her father.

Well, it didn’t mean she’d die, too.

She ran to Roger to stop him and held on his shoulder before she snatched the envelope from him.

“Are you sure?” Roger asked.

She only sighed. “I’ll do my best.”