-sigh- So this is how it is to be, eh? Both my loves, all going for Claude...
"-snicker- Hehe... Poor Ashton... His love life all messed up." Was the quick tease by a red, fire breathing dragon head sticking out of the dreamer's back, Gyoro.
"Damnit, Gyoro, stop interfering with my thoughts!" The young swordsman shouted, scaring the nearby animals.
Our favorite dragon possessed, brown haired, barrel obsessed swordsman who is enveloped in an aura of bad luck is thinking about the two girls whom he had feelings for during his travels. First, the blue haired heroine whom seemed to shyly take intrest in Claude, second, the hyper active tornado known as Precis who openly admits her crush on a "regulated basis".
Hmph, no privacy with these guys around. Why me...
"We can still hear you..." Ururun, the other dragon head which was a pale blue which looked almost purple and ice breathing, was also on Ashton's back. The 2 dragon heads had been his companion for a long time.
"Ugh! Can I hide ANYTHING from you two?! Like, maybe, where I stashed my secret stash of hamburgers!" Ashton complained, remembering the time when all his hamburger patties went without a trace, with two particular dragon heads being all oily.
"Um... We actually guessed where it is-Inside your favorite barrel." Gyoro quickly said, trying to prove a point.
"Besides, we were hungry and we could smell good food a mile away!" Added Ururun.
Obviously, Ashton still has yet to get over his obsession with barrels. Ever since the battle with the wise men, Ashton settled in the kingdom of Cross, where he serves the king as a mercenary to live a life. Ever since the Ten Wise Men were defeated, monsters stopped raiding trading caravans. This may seem to be a good thing, but this also meant they stopped holding Fol, the currency of Expel. Ashton has to make a living by working the hard way, rather than slaying demons and... Cute... Fluffy... I mean BIG, SCARY rabbits for money.
"I wonder if Claude has made his mind about which girl to marry..." Ashton said to himself.
"Hey, why don't you go check instead of filling our ears with your mindless talking?" Gyoro growled.
"Gyoro is right! Stop mumbling like an idiot and take some action!" Ururun aided.
"But..." Ashton hesitated, seeing the truth in that. "I need to work here! I can't neglect work or else how are we going to survive?"
"Um... Ever heard of hunting? Also, due to the lack of monsters, the Funnythieves had been loaded with cash. I'm sure if we hunt down a few we'd have all the travelling expenses we need." Answered Gyoro.
Ashton thought it over, and made up his mind. "Alright, let's go. We'll report to the king of Cross about our trip, and we leave tomorrow morning!"
"That's the spirit!" Ururun cheered.
"Um... Guys..."
"Yes, Ashton?" Gyoro growled, seemingly annoyed.
"Where are we going to get the supplies... IN MIDDLE OF THE WINTER WHEN THERE'S NO TRADERS WHO SELL CAMPING GEAR AROUND?!"
And so, they all sweat dropped, and Ashton's quest to find his heart's desires(no, not barrels) started.
"-snicker- Hehe... Poor Ashton... His love life all messed up." Was the quick tease by a red, fire breathing dragon head sticking out of the dreamer's back, Gyoro.
"Damnit, Gyoro, stop interfering with my thoughts!" The young swordsman shouted, scaring the nearby animals.
Our favorite dragon possessed, brown haired, barrel obsessed swordsman who is enveloped in an aura of bad luck is thinking about the two girls whom he had feelings for during his travels. First, the blue haired heroine whom seemed to shyly take intrest in Claude, second, the hyper active tornado known as Precis who openly admits her crush on a "regulated basis".
Hmph, no privacy with these guys around. Why me...
"We can still hear you..." Ururun, the other dragon head which was a pale blue which looked almost purple and ice breathing, was also on Ashton's back. The 2 dragon heads had been his companion for a long time.
"Ugh! Can I hide ANYTHING from you two?! Like, maybe, where I stashed my secret stash of hamburgers!" Ashton complained, remembering the time when all his hamburger patties went without a trace, with two particular dragon heads being all oily.
"Um... We actually guessed where it is-Inside your favorite barrel." Gyoro quickly said, trying to prove a point.
"Besides, we were hungry and we could smell good food a mile away!" Added Ururun.
Obviously, Ashton still has yet to get over his obsession with barrels. Ever since the battle with the wise men, Ashton settled in the kingdom of Cross, where he serves the king as a mercenary to live a life. Ever since the Ten Wise Men were defeated, monsters stopped raiding trading caravans. This may seem to be a good thing, but this also meant they stopped holding Fol, the currency of Expel. Ashton has to make a living by working the hard way, rather than slaying demons and... Cute... Fluffy... I mean BIG, SCARY rabbits for money.
"I wonder if Claude has made his mind about which girl to marry..." Ashton said to himself.
"Hey, why don't you go check instead of filling our ears with your mindless talking?" Gyoro growled.
"Gyoro is right! Stop mumbling like an idiot and take some action!" Ururun aided.
"But..." Ashton hesitated, seeing the truth in that. "I need to work here! I can't neglect work or else how are we going to survive?"
"Um... Ever heard of hunting? Also, due to the lack of monsters, the Funnythieves had been loaded with cash. I'm sure if we hunt down a few we'd have all the travelling expenses we need." Answered Gyoro.
Ashton thought it over, and made up his mind. "Alright, let's go. We'll report to the king of Cross about our trip, and we leave tomorrow morning!"
"That's the spirit!" Ururun cheered.
"Um... Guys..."
"Yes, Ashton?" Gyoro growled, seemingly annoyed.
"Where are we going to get the supplies... IN MIDDLE OF THE WINTER WHEN THERE'S NO TRADERS WHO SELL CAMPING GEAR AROUND?!"
And so, they all sweat dropped, and Ashton's quest to find his heart's desires(no, not barrels) started.