"HOLY GNOLL CHIEFTAIN ON AN ORACLE!" A girlish voice exclaimed.

Two women surrounded one man.

No, he wasn't cheating on them at the same time.

Nor was he a thief, wronged relative, or even a general, Gallagher-like asshole.

He was wearing blood silk.

"…Clodagh stuffed me into it! She said she wanted to make me LOOK pretty!" Ranzak wailed as he tugged at his skirt, spears attached to each side. His partner, Kazemiya, clutched her scythe protectively as she noticed red and pink ribbons tied on his spears.

As for their friend, Phantom, she was rolling around on the floor with her staff, laughing so hard, it seemed that the negative effects of Kazemiya's Insane Reaper had kicked in at the most inappropriate moment.

Kazemiya patted her meat shield on the shoulder. "It's ok, you look very feminine and beautiful-" She was cut off by another wail.

Phantom somehow had managed to roll herself underneath a cooking stall and lay there shaking with silent laughter.

Sighing, Kazemiya picked up Phantom from under the stall, much to the amusement of some rookies nearby, and strode off, leaving her distraught meat shield behind.

The sun was close to setting, and Ranzak was glued there, hiding behind the door of the general store. Clodagh, who often paid for materials from adventurers, had taken a pair of Succubus handcuffs and chained him outside like a dog.

"Heyyyy there…pretty…" Dragging his numbed feet across the ground, Gallagher leered at Ranzak.

"OH HELL NO. HELL NOOO!" Ranzak ripped the handcuffs off with a tremendous amount of determination and set off on a run around town, being chased by a drunken mercenary.

When he arrived disheveled in the barracks, Kazemiya looked up from the Spirit Research volume she was reading and nodded at Phantom.

"Hey , Phantom! Check it out, your plan worked!" Gallagher poked his head in and gave them a thumbs-up, smirking.

Ranzak collapsed in horror.