One thing I have to say people. What the literal frick. 25 reviews, 24 favs, 26 followers?! That's crazy! I know I took my time writing this, but this is insane! It just surpassed my three other fanfics in just one chapter! WTF?! Not that I'm complaining of course. I am very satisfied and I will try my best to maintain the quality of this fanfiction. I'll try my best my cute little readers, and please do pardon me for English isn't my strongest suit.
And also I forgot to mention that the Stand called 『Rainy Day Dream Away』 is a Stand that appears in a spinoff story called 'Purple Haze Feedback'. I forgot to mention that...
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Now. On with the reviews.
Jonoka Kujo: Oh~! Another Jojo, I see! Yes, I will continue and congradulations of being the number one reviewer of my second 'Jojo's Bizarre Adventures' crossover fanfic.
GM0127: Is it really slightly forced? Damn... and here I thought I got it right.
Every single reviewer saying that they enjoyed it/it was interesting/etc: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you~!
SilentXD7: In this fic, Risotto is basically OP, however his only weakness may become wood like the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. But then again, it's Risotto Nero we're talking about so just be worried for the guys who dared to oppose him and his teammates. As for the Seven Shield's reaction... ... Nevermind~ You'll just have to wait and see what I have prepared~!
RoboVolcano4: ... ... ... ... Yeah... me too bro... me too...
KRKing: HOWEVER! There will be some disgusting morale degrading scenes, thanks to the Black Dogs... They will save Eostia, but at the same time they are going to 『KING CRIMSON』 and because of that they need to 『KING CRIMSON』 ... and yeah... You got that, right?(funny, I think I definitely typed in more words...)
Every single reviewer who gave opinions of color schemes: I chose anime for the sake of those poor peasants who did not read the manga.(There are more people who watched the anime and not read the manga right?)
Every single reviewer who brought up pairings/relationships: I'm not going to force anything. Nothing illogical is going to happen regarding pairings, but then again... Love is irrational. But apparently I'm thinking of pairing...
Every single reviewer who gave me new plots: Nah... after I finish at least two fanfics...
Every single reviewer who talked about 『Baby Face』: You may not think of this this way, but as a rabid Jojo fan, I believe that in order for 『Baby Face』 to gain a physical form, he must 'consume' his mother. Yes people. Unless 『Baby Face』's mother has 『Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap』, it is literally impossible for the mother to survive after the 'consuming' stage. In the manga and in the anime we can see Melone visibly panicking when 『Baby Face』 said he needed to 'drink'. But Melone isn't surprised that 『Baby Face』 was trying to kill its mother. He was surprised because his stage of 'consuming' came too soon. He literally says the words 'Not yet' and that indicates that the 'consuming' stage is a crucial stage for 『Baby Face』 to fully gain independence from its 'mother'. That is why it is hardly to be Prim or Celestine to become he mother of 『Baby Face』. Well... but for the sake of the plot, I may have to kill a few main characters of the Seven Shield Alliance. Don't hate me for that people. It is just an 'if' and I didn't even fully decide on whether on killing them or not! So don't jump into conclusions and just accept the fact that 『Baby Face』's mother, whoever that may be, is destined to die the moment she gets impregnated.(With the exception of 『D4C』, 『G.E.R.』, 『The World Over Heaven』, and other Stands I can't remember for the moment)
Jajo Camello: Hehe... sorry bud. English is not my specialty. And as for Vladimir Kocaqi... well... I did read 'Purple Haze Feedback' and his Stand was the Stand that left such a huge impression on me. Jeezs... I did love his ability. If you spot some places where I need more editing or see any illogical things, just post a review or PM me. Thx for your review man.
FanficLovingPerson: Yes, their deaths were indeed wasted. They never reached their goal, they never managed to get their revenge. Their sacrifice, their resolve, their determination all died out with no solid accomplishment. And that is what drives me crazy. They were beautiful(in a sense of their conviction, not the fact of what they do for a living) and their deaths proved nothing more than entertainment and the increase of Giorno's ability(『Baby Face』). Well... thanks to Risotto Nero, GioGio and his friends managed to avoid Diavolo for a brief moment, but either than that their deaths served no purpose to fate, to their comrades, to their family. They just... died, but they died without giving up for even a second. None of them begged for mercy like Steely Dan or any other sissy minor villain from 'Stardust Crusaders'. Moreover, they thought of their living comrades more than themselves. That's some serious dedication and that's why I'm writing a fanfic about them. They deserve more for their resolve. So anyway... yeah. I think they were wasted in the End. T_T
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LET'S GET ON WITH IT!
'Kuroinu: Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru' belongs to 'Liquid'
'Jojo's Bizarre Adventures' belongs to Araki Hirohiko
OCs belongs to me.
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WHOOSH
"... Speed up will you Ghiaccio? Hurry up and find that place~!"
"... Shut your trap Formaggio… I'm trying my best…"
"Ghiaccio~! You and your Stand 『White Album』 can move faster than that right? You bragged how awesome your Stand was right~? Come on~ Are you seriously going to delay the time for this lovely lady to go to her family~ Eh?"
"Shut up… Shut up… SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Screamed Ghiaccio at his companions that were inside his pocket. "THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME TO GO FASTER?! OI?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! OI?! YOU WANNA GO FAST, THEN GET YOUR OWN CAR OR CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE! THIS IS NOT A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION! THIS IS NOT SOME EXTREMELY IMPORTANT ISSUE TO RUSH! SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING ME TO GO FASTER?! OI?! MOTHERFU—"
"ENOUGH!" Roared Risotto Nero. "You, Formaggio, will shut up this instant!" He barked while pointing his finger towards Formaggio who was cackling madly. "And you Ghiaccio, focus your attention on skating and tracking!"
Then he turned his attention to the creature that did not belong in his world.
An Elf… a mythical creature, which Risotto Nero refused to believe until now. A creature that brought down the laws of logic and sensibility and sent the cool-headed man into internal crisis for five seconds, which was quite an accomplishment for someone he never met in his life. The creature was currently wearing Prosciutto's Jacket for the sake of her modesty. Prosciutto wanted to protest against giving his jacket to a stranger he never met, but she needed a jacket. Because, not only did it cover her modesty that she had lost for such a long time, but it also made Risotto's team focus on pressing issues rather than… the Elf's… considerably… enormous bust…(he was not going to go through the shit he dealt with Melone)
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Must be the genetics of an Elf… it must be… it must…
(A few hours ago…)
Elf. In this world there were Elves. Mythical creatures from books, legends, and fairy tales came out in real life. Melone was really tempted to touch, lick, and caress the ears of the Elf, but Risotto stopped him just in time to prevent to give the girl mental trauma. Problem was, it seems like she already had mental trauma and it got worse when Risotto used his Stand on her when she tried to run away.
They have found this Elf when they followed the trail of the monsters leading them to a broken wagon where there was a broken metal cage with four women and ten men and two horses dead around the wagon. Judging by the complete absence of woman attire, and the chains binding the women, it didn't take a genius to figure out that this was a wagon that held slaves and the survivor was a slave probably carried off to be sold in a legalized market or in a illicit black-market.
Thankfully because of their intelligence and experience, la Squadra di Esecuzioni was able to find some track marks that were obviously made by the wagon. Using those tracks, Ghiaccio was able to head towards where they presumably believed to have people, supplies, and information.
When, they got there, they found out the something the monster was having sex with. There were five of them. Out of the five, four girls were raped to death and among the dead women, two of them were absolute human beings, while the other seemed to be a hybrid of a furred beast and a human. The only living female organism was an Elf. If somebody didn't clarified that the creature was an Elf, la Squadra Esecuzioni would have gotten into a debate whether to discuss that the creature was an Elf, a Ghoul, or a witch. It might have happened if it weren't for that monster, who gave them the information before his face became blended with razor blades, churning the ugly murky skin with deep crimson and bits of flesh(Y-you can have the Elf bitch! You caAAHHHHRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG).
The currently alive Elf was lucky she was able to survive. Even when Risotto was a man who never experienced having a penis inside his non-existing womb, he couldn't imagine such a large penis penetrating a woman's vagina, or even surviving one. The moment he and his team got to the point where the monsters have sabotaged the wagon, there were a dozen of monsters who were still thrusting into the deceased corps. It disgusted Risotto Nero and obviously everybody in the hitman team. So, before the monsters acknowledged their existence, Risotto Nero decapitated every single one of them faster than one could say "OH NO!" With the exception of the last one who screamed like a pig in a slaughterhouse.
At this point, the members of the Squadra Esecuzioni had to take in the fact that they had been transported into a different world, and even when it was heart-wrenching situation for them, they gritted their teeth, and moved forward. However, they were strangers to this world, stranger to the new species who roam the earth, and a foreigner to the continent. They needed a guide, and they needed somebody who knew the system of how this world rotated. Seeing how slaves existed and Orcs raiding humans, the members could easily guess that the world was filled with corruption and evil, pretty much the same in their original world. But that wasn't enough. They needed to adapt quickly to this new environment and survive. Then, when they had enough leisure, they could plan on getting back home to finish what Gelato and Sorbet had started.
That was why Risotto granted the poor mythical creature pity and let her go to the rivers to bathe. Illuso, thanks to his silent life inside the mirror, who had a great sense of hearing heard a stream flowing and Ghiaccio scouted and actually found a river just a few meters apart from the wagon. Risotto Nero wouldn't allow the miserable creature, their guide to be in such a pitiful state and none of the assassins disagreed with him. Others agreed for the reasons of hygiene, and some believed that the poor thing had to have to privilege of having a bath at least, but they unanimously nodded their heads on using the Elf to learn more about this world.
Then, under the orders of Risotto, the team split up into two groups.
Group A consisted the users of 『White Album』, 『Little Feet』, and 『Metallica』 with Risotto being the leader with no doubt. Their objective was to follow the tracks of the wagon and go back to where the originally came from and find supplies and food that they needed right away. They will bring the Elf with them, to have more information of the place they were about to go to. Even as a slave, the mythical creature would surely know some of the area of the place they were going to go wouldn't she?
Group B consisted the users of 『Baby Face』, 『Man In The Mirror』, 『Beach Boy』, and 『The Grateful Dead』 with Prosciutto being the temporal leader of Group B. Risotto Nero trusted Prosciutto the most, after all the blond man was his second in command. He was ruthless and wise when it came to achieving his goals. He cared deeply for his comrades and would gladly sacrifice a limb for their safety. He had that sharp intuition that helped him and his team out of danger. Their job was to find out more about this world. Starting from the fundamental physics, the monster's autonomy, and exotic plants and so on. Melone's Stand was a good match for this job for his Stand's computer did not only was able to produce homunculus, but it also had the basic performance of a normal computer. It could compute complex equation and matrices; it could analyze substances as best as it can under the knowledge under Melone's knowledge; it was able to scan pictures and film videos.
So they went with their given tasks. Formaggio, Ghiaccio, and Risotto surrounded the Elf with their leader taking the Elf's back. Risotto's piercing gaze penetrating the Elf's bareless back making her shiver time to time by pure fear of instinct. What she felt this time was something different from all those horrible things she have faced and experienced. It was sinister and it was diabolical. She didn't like it, especially her savior's eyes.
When they arrived, the three had a good drink of water before they started their long journey. As the Elf submerged into the cool river, shivering from the cold and from Risotto's blank stare, she begged the assassins to not show themselves present for the sake of her modesty. They have already witnessed her naked form, but she still pleaded and Risotto along with his crew complied. Well… sort of. Formaggio shrunk into a very tiny size and spied on her; Risotto Nero concealed himself and spied on her; and… Ghiaccio just hid behind a tree. Although the poor creature had a terrible ordeal the three killers had no intention of letting her go. They needed somebody to guide them, provide them information, and help them. Although this girl may not be much, it was all they had for the moment. Who knows there might be an alien force out there that surpasses Stands?
It took three minutes for the girl to clean up all the fluids she earned from the monsters(sperm and blood and gore) and from herself. Then she nervously glanced around checking if the humans who have saved her were around, watching her bathe(she stared straight into Risotto's eyes and didn't even feel his cold gaze on her bare skin). After making sure nobody was watching her(which she pathetically failed), without a moment's hesitation she bolted towards the opposite direction from the assassins, trying to run away from the Squadra Esecuzioni. That was when Risotto activated his Stand 『Metallica』.
The girl halted immediately and clutched her throat screaming loudly in pain. Then with a pitiful gurgle she threw up seven metal nibs from her throat. Risotto would not risk harming the girl's throat and tongue. It was needed for her to talk. So canceling his invisibility he walked over to the girl and hauled her naked body over his shoulder and proceeded to carry her. Was it because she was an Elf that she had such an enormous bust? Even Risotto felt the sheer amount of weight coming from the Elf's breasts. Such a thing was absurd… Yes… it was probably because she was an Elf. There was no way a human being could have that size…
While carrying her he gave Formaggio a signal to activate his Stand ability as he threw her onto the grassy floor. Then he slapped her hard on her left cheek with his right hand. The moment the pain was sent through the girl's cheek, 『Little Feet』 slashed a small wound, barely noticeable on the top of the Elf's hip on her backside.
"U-Uah!" Yelped the poor creature visibly trembling not feeling the slash that landed on her backside. "W-why?!"
"Be quiet" Ordered Risotto Nero the authority in his voice overwhelming the Elf as she cowered submissively. "When somebody sacrifices their time and effort to save you from hell, isn't it the courtesy to repay the favor? Why would you run? Why would you run away from the people who have saved you from the monsters, girl?"
Then… then the once submissive eyes of the girl switched so drastically that amused Risotto Nero. She was now angry. Very, very angry, but in the eyes of the cold hearted killer, it was like seeing an adorable kitten meowing at him for not giving them food. How pathetic.
"Why? You ask 'why', you demon?!" She spat as Risotto's face remained passive. "You ask why I tried to save myself from the clutches from a demon from you and your human friends?!"
'Demon?' Mused Risotto Nero not feeling anything at the moment except for curiosity. 'Is it because of my eyes…? Are my eyes considered to be 'demonic' in this world? That… could be problematic if we were to stay in this world for a long period or in worst cases, stay here forever…'
"You burned my home to the ground… You butchered all the men… You took everything from me! My home! My Family! My Friends! My virginity! MY EVERYTHING!" Tears started to pool around her eyes.
"You… you and those humans took everything… everything from me…" She choked. "You're no different from them… You and those humans… ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM THOSE ORCS! THE ORCS WHO HAVE RAPED ME AND GAVE ME—"
"How am I different?"
"E-eh?"
"How am I different from the monsters that have given you despair? Do I look like a senseless dog in heat that would rape a woman by pure instinct and pleasure? Do you think I would stoop so low to rape somebody for pleasure?"
If Risotto was an impulsive man, the Elf would've been sprawled on the floor throwing up dozens of razor blades by the second. How dare this Elf compare him with those degenerate trash? Meanwhile, the Elf who was caught off guard hardened her face with hot rage once again similar to Risotto, but for a different reason. Then she spat out her offensive words to the assassin.
"You demons are all the same… Your stench is poisoning the air, your existence itself is a plague to Eostia… I wonder how your kind managed to survive until now and I certainly don't understand that fake Goddess protecting those humans… Look at them, those disgusting fuckers… working with a demon…"
She glared hard at the man, but the man seemed to be in his own thoughts, showing no signs of anger or stress, but his cold unmoving face showing signs of interest and amusement… Did the bastard think this was a joke?
What Risotto Nero was thinking was nothing to laugh at. He was absorbing information, each word that tumbled out of the angry Elf's mouth and he was just amused to hear the word 'Goddess' and 'Eostia'. He also pondered the reputation of humans against mythical creatures, but he decided to focus on that later. What mattered was the words 'Goddess' and 'Eostia'. Judging by the context of the Elf's word 'Eostia' was the name of the nation where the Elf has been from… no… that assumption was wrong.
This adorable creature directly used the term 'Fake Goddess' indicating that there were at least two factions that were against each other. Those who believed in the Goddess, and those who did not believe in the Goddess. Whether these two sides were at war or not was something Risotto cannot deduce. However, using this new fact Risotto theorized that 'Eostia' was not a name for a nation, but a name of a continent. Two factions, one that believes a Goddess and the other one despising the very same Goddess, cannot belong in a single nation, thus Risotto presumed that 'Eostia' was a continent.
Could those monsters he had fought with belong to either faction? The faction that directly opposed this 'Goddess'? If so he had no intention of joining them. His team and he himself deserved more than to be with those degenerate creatures. Joining them would mean being on the same level as them and Risotto had no intentions of his teammates and himself to become something worse than a piece of shit.
Back in Risotto's world, the freedom of choosing one's religion was allowed and even though their were some frantic here and there(there was actually a incident where his team had to eradicate a whole frantic organization for they started to pose a threat against Passione) nobody really cared in what you believed in. However, hearing the dark contempt spewing out of the Elf's mouth when she mentioned the 'Goddess' showed that in this world, such a thing did not exist. Either you devote your life for this 'Goddess', or you hate and try to eradicate her from this world. Or you can believe in what you want, wearing a mask to blend into society and live a quiet life.
A 'Goddess' that favors humans… this was a major setback. If such a deity existed in this world…
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No… they are not all-powerful when corruption and evil are spread around like this. Look at those slave traders and the slaves they have enslaved: two of the five slaves were human. If the Goddess was truly a benevolent Goddess who cared for humanity, no such thing should happen under her eyes. But it did signal that she wasn't all powerful, or was the Elf was wrong about this 'Goddess', or was the terms of justice different from where he came from? Is this 'Goddess' a real, actual benevolent Goddess who loved humanity, but was weak in the terms of power or perhaps weak in the terms of minds? Is this 'Goddess' an evil incarnate, but having her people call her a Goddess? Is this 'Goddess' just an image, a false being for the ones in power to stay in power and for the ones who had no hope to lean onto? Does it even exist in this world, ruling over its people or is this deity just some fictional character existing inside some pages written by some madman?
If it existed, Risotto would go and ask for help, swallowing his pride and bending his knee if he had to return to the world where his boss still lived and thrived. However, if she was just a fictional creature with no substantial evidence to prove her existence, he would have to find an alternative way to transport back to his world. If she was a vengeful Goddess that would punish Risotto and his teammates, he would find an alternative, in hiding.
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Wait. There was something off.
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Something he wanted to bring it up…
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'She's speaking Italian!'
That was almost impossible. How can they speak the girl's native tongue? It was impossible that the language they were using was the same.
"Y-you think this is amusing demon!" Screeched the Elf.
After bristling by the silence, she suddenly launching herself at the unmoving assassin screaming a warcry. The Elf rushed herself at the demon. Even when the chances were low, even when she didn't understand why she threw up pieces of metal, even when she was up against a demon that was likely to rape her and turn her into a sex slave, she would not mess up this chance to gain back her freedom and her path of revenge. And if she dies…
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NO! She will not die now! She will not die when her mother and her friends are still in that hellhole being raped and ready to be sold to who knows what… She is going to… she is going to live, escape, grow stronger and save everyone! SHE WILL SURVI—
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"E-eh…?" The Elf squeaked as she bounced back after colliding with the demon. Even when… even when the demon was bigger than her in size… he would've at least somewhat moved! He stood there like a stone when she hurtled herself at him! What is this demon?!
"Oh. Haven't you noticed?" Spoke the demon his red terrifying pupil suddenly moving to meet her eye staring through her. Through her eyes. Through her brains. Through her heart. Into her soul. Deep, deep into her soul. Suddenly she felt so small. She felt so weak. She felt so vulnerable. Is this why the sheep ran away from the wolves instead of fighting back? Is this why the rabbits focused on digging a hole rather than to fight off the fox? Is this why her mother succumbed and smiled, smiled to those monsters that tormented them? Sh-she… she felt so small… so tiny… so small as the demon's figure loomed over her.
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Or… or did everything grew larger?
"... So even at this moment you haven't realized what happened to you. I believed that Elves were the kind that had century's worth of wisdom, but seeing you staring at me like a goldfish forgetting what had happened three seconds ago, I will have to say that those slaveholders have damaged your head immensely, or are all of the Elves stupid and ignorant as you?"
"Wh-what did you did to me demon!" Screamed the Elf is horror as she realized what happened to her body. She… she shrunk! She shrunk! She had heard potions that could shrink people into minuscule sizes, but… but… but… this was just absurd! Is this… the magic powers of a demon? She was completely outmatched! There was no way she could get out of this! There was no way! Could she pick up that twig and stab the demon with it? Should she—
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*gulp* No… those eyes… not in front of those eyes.
Far away from the Elf, the weakest assassin gave a grin as he stared at the cleavage of the Elf's bountiful breasts. Formaggio didn't know this, but on the top of the trees one can easily speculate the gravity defying excessive fat of an Elf. He wasn't exactly a pervert who enjoyed voyeurism, but since an opportunity came he took the chance.
Cackling madly and silently to himself, Formaggio continued to look at the dynamic between his leader and the exotic girl, never letting his focus to waver. 『Little Feet』's power continued on and the girl still have not realized what had happened to her until his leader pointed out her change in height. Weren't Elves supposed to be smart and wise? Bah! What he read in books were all bullshit!
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But still though, underestimating a stranger or anyone was a big thing one shouldn't do. And when one looked into her eyes, they would instantly know she had been through hell, but they will also know that she was still immature and young.
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One scary thought crossed Formaggio's mind. If that was… young and immature… What would a full grown Elf look like? Could those… fat get bigger? Was that even possible?
Meanwhile the poor Elf was going through a mental crisis. She had attacked the demon, which with no doubt angered him. First, she was going to be raped by a demon. Then, she was going to die. These simple facts, only two of them made her giddy with anxiety and fear and immense self-hate. Now she will never see her mother again. Not only that… not only that, but she will never save anybody!
The Elf, while trembling, closed her eyes and braced for the worst to come. She had to piss off a demon; she just had to when he had a spell that was capable of shrinking her. But she couldn't stop the flood of emotions that she had kept inside her heart, that she had locked away during her insanity. The flood broke the dam and she pissed off a demon by trying to catch him off guard and run away from him and those weird looking humans wearing weird clothes. Well… at least pissing off a demon would be one of her remarkable accomplishments before she met her end…
As she had been living as a sex slave for over two decades she learned that the term 'worst' was a never ending term, nor was it limited. Each time she found herself in a worse position than she was in before. Her first 'worst' was her village getting raided by slave traders and her house burning along with her neighbors. Her village was a small one and secluded. It was a village full of the outcasts, the Half-Elves. Since the Dark Elves regarded blood purity as a high matter, the Half-Elves were deemed outcasts. They either lived secretly, or get killed by the world, or lived on as slaves. She had to fall into the third category and the second was coming up fast… Her second 'worst' was her father and brother being shot to death by a volley of arrows for 'sport'. Her third 'worst' was when she was raped along with her mother. Her fourth 'worst' was when her mother's resolve crumbled as she became happy as a slave. Her fifth 'worst' was when she was when she found herself enjoying it. Besides those 'worst' moments of her life, there were too many to actually count her misfortune. So her hope morphed into something that anybody can no longer call 'hope'. She became a broken Elf, stripped from her pride as an Elf, stripped from her identity as one, and stripped from her rights to live as a person.
She waited for the blow to come, and the rape to follow after. But it never came. Instead something pricked the her ankle. Curious, no matter how terrifying the situation was, she took a slight peek at her bare ankle.
One. Two. Three. Three nails. There were three nails embedded onto her ankle.
'IT… IT HAPPENED AGAINNNN!' Screamed the young Elf in her head. Another impossible thing happened to her. Magic. The demon was adroit at using his magic. Too adroit. She would've screamed on the top of her lungs too, but what came out weren't words of disbelief, but a shrill scream that could reach to anybody out there willing to save her from—
"You talk too much" Said the demon suddenly towering over her shrunken form. Now she was small as the doll she had gotten from her father when she was a child. Only tall as half of the man! Then he clamped her mouth shut with his hand!
"It seems like there has been an misunderstanding between the two of us" Spoke Risotto Nero his eyes slowly losing patience after realizing that the girl's lips weren't speaking Italian. Was this because of the Stand that sent them here? Was it because of that Stand they were speaking in a language he never knew that existed?
"I have no desire to mount you and proceed to rape you. Nor do I have the desire to kill you. But I desire something from you" He spoke as the girl grew smaller. "I need seven things from you. Your knowledge, your tongue, your skin, your ears, your nose, and your eyes. I don't need that ankle of yours and that is why I attacked it"
Risotto pressed on forcing the girl to focus her attention solely on his word and only his words.
"I am a man, call me a demon if you like, I do not care. I am a man and I am lost with my comrades, my family, and we are strangers to Eostia"
Risotto continued to peer into the girl's eyes as her pupils shrunk with terror as she began to squirm like a canary in a human's grasp.
"And surely, surely you will help us wouldn't you? You would surely help your saviors wouldn't you…? Ah… what am I saying, speaking all this nonsense. After all…
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Do you even have a choice?"
A trickle of yellow came out of the Elf's lower regions as her face lost all signs of resistance, but only pure submission. But a part of her felt relief and fortunate as the demon promised her not to rape or kill her. She would know better not to trust a devil, but the sheer calamity and sincerity he shown in his eyes were enough to convince the Elf to put her trust in this demon, not mentioning the overwhelming sense of dread. She never knew there could something worse than death or being losing oneself in the hell of ecstasy. Now she knew what could be worse: dying while staring up into the black and red eyes of this self-proclaimed man.
Now there was no way for her to resist the demon again. Now there was no way for her to rebel against this powerful beast.
She had been sent out to be sold as a slave, and it seems as if fate prepared a master for her. The Elf: Ysildea, softly cried, cursing her unlucky fate while she accepted it, for she really did not have a choice, but to become a slave for the demon.
Chapter 2: To Search For
Ghiaccio's thighs were slowly starting to ache. Not that he minded much, but seriously, where was the end to the tracks? How long did they travel? What were the beasts that dragged the wagon in the first place? Horses? No… no horse can travel at such a constant speed. This was absurd! Could there be more mythical creatures than those dead Half-Beasts and the living Elf? What was next, a unicorn? A dragon? An angel? Magic? Pah… what a load of shit. What was this shitfest he got into? Sure he was interested in seeing Elves, Orcs, and Beast-men. He understood the feeling of excitement from seeing those unreal beings actually existing. It was a great experience! He totally gets that!
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BUT WHAT THE FUCK?! IF THOSE THINGS ARE REAL, HOW MANY MORE SHITTY MONSTERS WERE OUT THERE?! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
Ghiaccio hated to not know and it drove him mad. He wanted to know for sure of how many more monsters there were and what they needed to be prepared for. Thankfully, contrast to those negative feelings of more monsters, Ghiaccio felt a sudden sense of superiority. Think about it. If those fuckers used wagons as transportation vehicles, Ghiaccio doubted that these primitives even had engines and cars. Keh… the minute they gather the resources to build technology, he believed that they could even start their own country. Imagine that! His leader finally becoming an 'Emperor' of a nation he created… heh…
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Wait… speaking of vehicles…
"... Is there something wrong Ghiaccio?" Came the voice of his leader from his pocket. Ghiaccio heard him. Oh yes he heard him, but right now he couldn't answer him. Why? Because Ghiaccio remembered something very important that he had to do at 7:30 pm back in his own world.
Ghiaccio took a deep breathe in as reality came crashing in through his fucking mind.
He forgot to pick up his brand new Mazda MX-5 that he ordered online.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkKKKKK! RISOTTO! WE ARE GOING TO DO OUR BEST TO GO BACK!!!"
Risotto Nero along with Formaggio stared confused at their angry ADHD friend and why his desire of returning spiked while Ysildea whimpered in fear. The man with weird blue hair wasn't scary as the demon, but he seemed to be the character that would most likely inflict her harm.
During their… transportation, she had answered a lot of questions her new master, the demon, questioned her. It seemed that… her master was indeed somebody not from Eostia(was he straight from Hell itself?). He asked her the basic questions, the questions she could answer. Who the Goddess was. Who were the opposing forces were. In what state Eostia was in. Her master asked her many questions and Ysildea submissively and successfully answered every single one. Currently, it seemed like her master didn't have any other questions for her at the moment so she sat like an obedient rabbit, shivering in fear.
By listening to what her master spoke with those humans, it seemed like they were heading towards the place where she came from. The place where all the 'training' happened.
…
She didn't want to go back! She didn't want to go back!
Were they going to dump her back there? Were they going to hand her back to those slavers for money? What will her master do to her when they got there?
…
Should… should she beg for mercy? Should she dare ask the demon and the humans of her fate? N-no… hahaha… no… her master directly told her he needed her… he… told her that… he needed her…
'But only for information, not for my womb… There are… there are a lot of people who knows more than me! What if I am not needed?!'
Currently Ysildea was in big stress. She didn't feel comfortable being in a pocket with a demon so close to her or even having a demon as her master. But her current status was definitely better than what she was before. Being raped day to night, day by day… it nearly broke her beyond repair and suddenly she feared of her life becoming her worst nightmares.
Side by side with her mother as they screamed in pleasure… Being whipped into red… Covered in that disgusting fluid…
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Before she knew it, Ysildea had her head placed on the ground(?) of the pocket as her voice trembled.
"A-a-ah…"
"...? What is it?"
"M-master…"
At that point Formaggio pondered on how to act on this newly formed, fucked up relationship between she-Elf and his leader. Should he laugh hysterically? Should he be depressed as shit? Should he congratulate Risotto of obtaining a beautiful slave without even trying? He knew Risotto never regarded women as his first priority even when Risotto Nero was quite popular among women. Nor was he the person who enjoys having sexual intercose. He knows the pleasure for sure, but he never does it more than he needs to. Once a month to let out his steam or to get rid of his frustration and that was it. Risotto was more of a man who would care for glory, wealth, and his reputation. Unfortunately, his profession was something that stopped him from achieving those three simple things.
Being an assassin, he received no glory for his tasks were all done in a silent way. And since nobody knew what Risotto was doing for a living, and since Risotto himself couldn't say anything about it to keep his identity as a secret, he was regarded as somebody normal… Well… somebody normal with shitty creepy eyes. He wasn't feared by the others, the others who pay their taxes, the others who were the 'good' civilians of Italy. The deadliest assassin of the Passione not feared by the civilians? Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! But it was the life of an assassin. You can't go around and show publicize that you are a gang member when you are an assassin. You have to lay low, and live in the shadows keeping your life well away from the public affairs and the daily activities the mafia does.
Not only that, but the Squadra Esecuzioni never received the amount of money they were supposed to receive, or so they believed in. Their skills, destructive power, contribution to the gang… No matter how one can look at it, it was not fair at all. ₤20,000,000 for assassinating a politician? Divide ₤20,000,000 into nine… nine… no… they are gone and Formaggio has accepted that ugly truth. Divide that number into seven and you get shitty payment!(Math time, skip if you want. It was ₤20,000,000 right? Okay then, based on the 2002 Euro currency, €1=₤1,936.27 ▮ ₤200,000,000÷1935≈€10330 ▮ Euros into Dollars, €1=$1.13 ▮ €10,330 into Dollars, 10,330×1.13≈$11,673… That's pretty small for somebody working in a big-ass mafia organization that has military power. And they have to split the bill... that's just... depressing) And the boss' orders weren't something that came regularly. There was an incident where they hadn't gotten an order for three months, and since their salary only came directly from their boss, there were some times where Formaggio used his 『Little Feet』 to feed every member of the hitman team.
Because of their boss' fucked up policy of handing out money, they lived a fairly rich life as ordinary people, but lived a poor life as the the members of the mafia.
Next, reputation. It was rock bottom. Being assassins, they never had much of a substantial trust even among their members. Only a few capos knew their faces and their existence while others heard them from rumors. How can anybody put their trust and respect to a man who lives inside a rumor? Also after the Sorbet and Gelato incident, nobody liked them. Thinking all of them to be a brand of traitors. Not that Formaggio or the others blamed the two crazy bastards for ruining their remaining reputation inside the organization, but still though it kinda sucked thinking that those bastards tried to overthrow the boss by themselves. Why didn't he get an invitation to join the rebellion?
The living were good as outcasts.
So, Risotto Nero unfortunately chose a profession that led him to the opposite side of the path he wanted to go. And unfortunately the bastard had to be a person who didn't really enjoy sex as much as the others did. That lucky, unfortunate bastard!
When Melone introduced them to a famous brothel he knew very well, all the good looking girls swarmed up to his leader with a slight blush on their cheeks! The fuck was that? All he did was introduce himself and that was it! And you know what happened to that leader of his? You know? He didn't get a boner for two hours(according to Gelato)! Two hours while the beautiful skilled woman grinded themselves on Risotto's pelvis, their leader never blinked an eye, never got a blush on his cheek, and never, never got a boner for two hours straight. Was he even human? And when they asked for the reason why he didn't enjoy himself, he said he wanted to be cautious and started to berate everybody for lowering their guard down!
Cautious?! Don't lower our guard?
Sure they were assassins that made a lot of enemies, sure a series of unfortunate events may come, but inside a brothel? When they were celebrating?! When there were a dozen of girls surrounding you with barely any clothes on them?!
Seriously… Risotto Nero was sometimes a caring old mother hen. Not that Formaggio dumbly said that in front of him(but… he did mention that with his teammates while Risotto was away, or so they thought. He didn't know Risotto was directly behind him invisible. Formaggio got to taste two different types of metal on that day…)…
So… it was quite funny to see the half-asexual person to obtain an ex-sex slave without even trying or intending to have one. Then, on the other hand, it quite disgusted Formaggio. None of the members of the Squadra Esecuzioni were a fan of sex slavery(with the exception of Melone. The creep was some sort of masochist for sure). They found that to be disgusting and despicable. Sure, they killed people for a living, but human trafficking and enslaving somebody to perform sexual acts upon them…?
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No… that was… that was just a big no. What's left inside of them that made the assassins human refused to accept such a thing.
That was why he pondered on that question. What should he do?
…
Let's just shut the fuck up and turn to the other side so neither can see my face. But nothing was going to stop Formaggio from hearing the conversation between the Elf and his leader.
"... Go on"
"M-master… p-p-please… are… w-w-we going back to…?"
Risotto Nero sighed as he moved closer to the Elf. The Elf instinctively dug her head inwards into the soft pocket trembling like a rabbit. But she didn't run away. Where was the point of running away when your master can shrink people and do unbelievable deeds? Where was the point of running away when your master is a demon?
"Yes. Currently we're going back to where you have originally were, before you were loaded onto the wagon. Tell me Elf, what exactly is that place?"
"... It-it is a place where they t-train slaves before they are set out to be… to be sold…"
"..."
"Please… please master… d-don't send me back there. Please…"
"..."
"..."
"... Don't give me reason to do it then"
The Elf's face lit up with a brief moment of joy although it wasn't seen by her master(but her ears gave it away) and she once again dug deeper into the ground, her forehead pressing harder against the cloth.
"T-thank you for your kindness master…"
"... What is your name?"
"?! Eh? Ex-excuse me master…?"
"Your name Elf. I cannot always call you an Elf or a Half-Elf now can I?"
"A-ah… Of course master… please call me Ysildea master…"
"Good Ysildea…" Then Risotto Nero leaned forward to hear more from the Elf. "Now I order you to tell me every detail of that 'training camp'. Your experience, what you have seen, what you have heard, what you have felt, what you have smelt. I require… a high degree of specificness"
Ysildea shivered from her master's demonic eyes and the unpleasant memories that came back to her as he mentioned her unhappy moments. She wanted to refuse her master's order if she had free will and to act upon it, but she didn't had a choice because she was a slave to master, and she was obliged to follow them. She slowly opened her mouth, trembling in fear as the words describing that horrible time tumbled out of her throat.
This order did not hurt much as her 'training', but it was something that she would never consider doing again. It hurt so much, but she couldn't express her pain. She will however cry freely when her master was away.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Fuck. Ghiaccio wanted to curse and yell if he was allowed to, but unfortunately he couldn't for the mood inside his Stand was so dark and depressing as shit. His Stand being a suit type, made him hear the story even when he didn't want to hear it. No matter how small her voice became, it still echoed inside Ghiaccio's eardrums. He, along with Risotto and Formaggio had heard the Elf's sob story and that shit was no sob story. That was fucking pure tragedy! FUCK!
He knew monsters existed in his world. Monsters who killed for fun, monsters who lost all ounce of humanity. Monsters that resembled himself, that resembled his teammates. But right now, after hearing what the monsters did to the slave girl, after hearing what they did daily, after hearing those sick stories, he seemed to find himself a lot more human.
…
Aw… fuck it… He needed a time for reality check. There was no way he was human.
He was an assassin goddammit! Assassins were the worst of monsters that could exist. They killed for money. They intentionally killed for the purpose of money and they were maimed as stigmatized as monsters. Monsters that carried no human emotion, no human feelings, no human sympathy. A group of people made for killing. A piece of equipment to get rid of the threats to the Passione was what they all were.
…
But… was it possible that they were still human?
Then he sensed something and stopped. Ghiaccio's intuition told him that he had arrived to their desired destination. Then, he slowly moved cautiously. Upwards.
Ghiaccio proceeded to climb up the tree freezing a few parts to move more easily. Then from a higher view he started to watch the guards with their spears.
How cliché. Like in every medieval times, the front gate always had two men holding wooden spears, protecting the entrance only to be the first ones killed. Keh. What's the point of being the guard when you die like shit? Oi? What was the point? Do they think they are smart of doing that shit? Do they think that it's a smart move doing guard duty? Stupid fuckers…
"Hey… Risotto, Formaggio. We're here… or I think we're here…" Announced Ghiaccio hanging upside down on a frozen branch, deactivating his Stand while encased in ice, allowing him to see what was going outside.
"Ysildea, check if this is the place you were speaking of"
Ghiaccio carefully held the Elf as she crept out of the pocket only to see the encased block of ice surrounding Ghiaccio. She stared at Ghiaccio with fear and amazement, but what Ghiaccio only felt from her was annoyance.
"You got time to waste girl…? If you do, then tell us if this is the right place! Stop wasting our time! Capisce?!"
"C-capisce…!" Squeaked the girl trembling in fear, remembering what her master taught her about using the word 'capisce'(Do you understand?). Like she mentioned before, this person, Ghiaccio, wasn't scary as her master, but seeing his enraged face up close while being small as a matchstick made her want to pee on his palm. Thankfully, she managed to keep her strength in her urethra, which was something she wasn't able to for a long time. Timidly she squinted through the thick ice while wondering to herself how it could be so cozy and warm in the inside. Then she saw the entrance to hell, the very same place that brought so many nightmares.
She gave a short scream of terror and fell onto her butt and started to tremble as the nightmares assaulted her mind, her body, her soul.
"Heh… That action pretty much proves that this is indeed the place where they 'trained' them" Sneered Formaggio poking his head out of the pocket. "Dirty motherfuckers…"
"Stop Formaggio. We're only here to gain information and steal some supplies. There is no need to cause trouble in a foreign land we don't even know"
"... eh… I guess you're right Risotto" Spoke Formaggio nonchalantly as he stretched his body. "You're the leader after all. You'll know what the best is for us"
"Bene. We will join after… three hours… considering Formaggio's capability to move to one place to another. Ysildea you have told us that there's only one exit from this place correct?"
"Y-yes master… The… the slavers have mentioned it many times before after a few slaves managed to escape. Saying that they were going to reduce the number of exits to one…"
"Eh, makes sense. An ideal prison would only have one entrance and one exit…" Mused Formaggio.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Okay! Okay! I'll stay here and be keep a close eye on the entrance!" Grumbled Ghiaccio annoyingly as his he allowed Risotto, Formaggio, and the Elf to get off his pockets and land safely on the ground.
"Remember Ghiaccio. Only come into action when we are in danger and to specify 'danger', danger is when we have been found out, or when our lives are in sake by some external force attacking that place we are about to go. And when you spring into action, and when you do…"
Risotto pulled himself closer to Ghiaccio's face enforcing his serious orders to his teammate. To emphasize that one order he was about to give out.
"Let there be no witnesses for the ones who have caught sight of your Stand ability"
Ghiaccio only responded with a grunt, which should've meant 'who do you think I am? An amateur?'
"Good" Spoke Risotto who already grew into full size the moment he hit the ground. He then placed his slave onto one of his metallic baubles that hung from his hat while Formaggio slipped into his pocket. The small Elf squeaked as she hung for dear life, but found out it was quite easy to keep her balance, however the immense height didn't help her anxiety at all.
"We're going in and everyone, know their positions well. Formaggio, you get the supplies, as much as you can carry. Ghiaccio, keep an eye on the entrance and watch out for any commotion regarding intruders or such. And I'll gather any information of Eostia…"
Risotto Nero stared at the trembling Elf as she ducked underneath her master's gaze.
"... and save the slave's mother"
Ysildea's eyes widened as tears truly began to drip from her eyes. Could she hope for her master, for the demon to grant her such a gift…? Could she dare hope for what's about to come? Truly… it was such an ironic situation. A demon was more merciful than those humans that laid their hands on her and her mother. If the tears and the sobs weren't coming out of her face, she would've laughed, laughed a long good jolly laugh as she will bless and curse the Goddess for this absurd, bizarre situation that has befallen on her. Instead she hugged her master, or tried to as she ended up hiccupping the barely intelligible words of thank you as she clung tightly to her master's bauble.
And so, Ysildea began to hope for her demonic master to grant her the mercy she wanted more than anything. And she would pay anything for that wish to happen. Even if it meant by giving the demon her very own soul.
"..."
"..."
"... Heh… hehehehe… what… what kind of bullshit is this…?"
Prosciutto, who was temporally in charge of the second group turned his attention towards the purple haired assassin who seemed to have a mental breakdown, which he himself couldn't say much about it. He himself was getting over the fact of Elves, Orcs, Half-Human & Half-Beast hybrids… It was too much for Prosciutto to contain that new mind boggling information inside his head.
"What is it Melone? Is there something wrong with 『Baby Face』?"
"W-wrong Prosciutto? Wrong? Everything is wrong! My 『Baby Face』 can analyze the monster's DNA as fine as it could, but… to have such… a different data… it's… it's… so weird…"
"Melone" Spoke Prosciutto showing genuine concern for his teammate. "Melone what is wrong? Your face is pale; your arm is shaking like a brittle branch in a storm. What is going on?"
There was something wrong with his teammate. Melone was a prideful person unless it came to sex, and he was always confident in his abilities. However, what Prosciutto was witnessing was something he had never imagined. Melone looked unconfident. He looked troubled and he looked as if he doubted himself.
"... I'm useless Prosciutto. Well… I'm useless… for now"
"What… what do you mean by that?"
Melone looked up into Prosciutto's face with the look of absolute defeat and exhaustion as he began to explain.
"Prosciutto, you know that my Stand 『Baby Face』 is a Stand that can create a homunculus through a certain amount of a male human's DNA and female human disregarding her health. But, in order for my Stand to work further…" At this point Melone gulped for he didn't reveal this part to Prosciutto. Even when he had pure confidence in his teammates that they would never blow each other's Stand ability to their enemy when they were captured, Melone didn't really explain much of his ability in detail. So… this was going to be the second person who would know the specifics of his Stand ability aside from Risotto Nero, who he informed immediately after becoming his subordinate.
"... To work properly I need to know the blood type of the woman and their birth date"
"So… it didn't really need to be a healthy woman?"
"Yes Prosciutto. Honestly I can choose any woman to bear the homunculus form of 『Baby Face』, but it works best with young, healthy female humans. Problem here is... "
"..."
"..."
"... Well go ahead and spit it out. Or do you want this conversation to be postponed to another time?"
"Ah, ahah… I'll spit it out Prosciutto, I'll spit it out…" Melone, for a brief moment leaned on a tree with a deep sigh and started to continue. "Thankfully, by tasting their sweat lingering on the dead female human fingers, it seems that they have the same blood type as humans from our world, although the same cannot be said for those Half-Beasts and the Elf, who I tasted before Risotto took her. Anyways knowing the blood type of a woman is an easy accomplishment. I could get that information like I always did, but when it comes to their birth date…"
At this point Melone massaged his face moaning in agony.
"... This is molto male… Listen Prosciutto, the term AD stands for 'Anno Domini', the 'year of the lord', while the term BC stands for 'Before Christ'. As you would know, these years are based on a specific timeline, a significant timeline that marks a new start of the world and such. Either than years, we have months and the days that also marks a specific day, and these months and days are established by history and effort by the people before us, and I use these to make a homunculus. But in this world…"
"You're saying that in this world you do not know whether these people would use the same date system as we do…"
"Correct. I doubt they have a Jesus Christ in this world, and I doubt if they have the same system of months and days as we do too… Unless I know for sure, my Stand, 『Baby Face』, is worthless. I… I'm in a desperate need of information Prosciutto… I never… I never imagined a day would come where I would be a useless member for the team… e-eh? Prosci—"
Prosciutto gritted his teeth as he punched hard into Melone's face as the purple haired assassin's eyes rolled upward due to the immense shock.
"Have you finally gone senile Melone? Useless teammate? Useless? If we had a useless teammate from the start, or even when we saw somebody becoming useless to the team, we would've kicked them out already and have a bullet lodged into their head for good measure. Wake up Melone! How many years have we been together? I know how much conviction you have as well as how talented you are. I know you are someone who would risk your own life for the team. I know you care for us as we care for you. I know it, Risotto knows it, heck, even Pesci knows that! And most of all, you should know that yourself! Are you telling me that we were all wrong about you? How dare you Melone… Don't you ever call yourself useless again Melone, or I'm going to be really angry"
Melone, spread-eagle on the ground moaned in pain as he trembled for a bit.
"Th-thanks Prosciutto…"
"Hmph… just get to your senses and use the primary form of 『Baby Face』 to find out more about where we are… Have you found something interesting rather than your limits of powers?"
"Y-yeah. First of all, the size of the planet is different from Earth"
"... What?"
Melone proceeded to pick up a pink alien flower from the ground and started to pluck them. As petals fell Melone quickly typed some commands in his 『Baby Face』 as it measured the time of the petals falling. As it did so the air friction and the atmospheric density was instantly calculated through the computer.
"With more experiments I was able to find not only the atmospheric density, but also the wind resistance and most importantly, the local gravity, thanks to Pesci's 『Beach Boy』"
"... Melone… What did… what did you order Pesci to do…?!" Prosciutto at the last of his words shouted in concern as he finally noticed a small wound on Melone's shoulder, which started to trickle a warm stream of blood.
"Nothing that serious Prosciutto… I asked Pesci to lift me up using 『Beach Boy』 and tell me how my weight changed proportionally from the initial weight on earth… By 『Beach Boy』's high accuracy, 『Baby Face』 calculated that this planet has the gravity of 10.5m/s², which is close to Saturn's gravity… And the density of this planet is the same with earth… which concludes… the planet is bigger"
"Y-you crazy son of a gun… you didn't need to go that far to calculate the gravity of this planet… Such a thing is not important!"
"It is di molto important Prosciutto! Our lives can depend on knowing these minuscule differences from this planet to ours. You never know… and besides… figuring out this planet's system is the order from Risotto isn't it?"
Melone shakily chuckled to himself as he still tried to get over the fact that his Stand in the terms of destructive power was close to being useless. He never felt so weak… he felt weaker than being with his mistress he had in the brothel he regularly visits(of course he triple checked to make sure nobody knew his true identity. Heck, he even forced Gelato to cover up his tracks using blackmail photos). But thanks to what Prosciutto had said, Melone was able to recover faster from the mental shock he received from knowing his fall.
"I told you Prosciutto that I am currently the most useless member of the team when it comes to fighting… So I will do whatever it takes for my teammates to know the basics of this world and what's to come…"
"... Tch, fine… Just don't kill yourself Melone"
"Hehehe… You don't need to worry about that Prosciutto… I am very willing to live after witnessing such different specimen… Did you know that one of the half-beast's blood type was DEA 1.1 positive? That's only the blood type that appears in dogs, but if you look closely at the data that 『Baby Face』 have analyzed, it's not a even a DEA 1.1 positive… it is very similar with an AA blood type… and—"
"Prosciutto fratello! Melone! We need 『Baby Face』 to analyze this… this… uhh… which organ again Illuso?" Prosciutto inwardly thanked Pesci for the sudden interruption. He would gladly step away from Melone's ramblings of complex and bizarre topics even when he was family to him.
"It's an unknown organ Pesci"
"Unknown organ fratelli! We kind of need Melone's Stand to figure out what this organ functioned as!"
"Fuck! This is no joke guys! Their autonomy is completely fucked up! There are several things I still don't get and half of what I'm seeing doesn't make sense!"
"All right, we'll be there in a minute!"
"He's grown hasn't he?" Asked Melone in a hushed tone to Prosciutto who was observing the youngest member of the hitman team moving his Stand to dissect the dead bodies they have killed with 『Man In The Mirror』 helping him. "Di molto great… I didn't expect Pesci to man up like that, just at that moment when everybody couldn't help you "
"Yes…" Murmured Prosciutto, his eyes shining with pride as he watched Pesci. Pesci may not know it yet, but his eyes held more steel in them and he walked with more confidence. His resolve allowed Prosciutto to live another day and that desperate resolve had improved Pesci. Now… now he couldn't really call Pesci a mammone can he?
"Yes… he did… But he's still far off from what I expect him to be"
"Kehehe. You're strict as ever Prosciutto" Laughed Melone, but slightly wincing from the pain that came from his back.
The blond assassin could only snort as he helped the purple haired assassin up to his feet. "And you're still as creepy as ever"
"*smirk**slurp*"
"That was NOT a compliment!"
←To Be Continued
Stand Name: 『The Doors』
Ability Part II: When 『The Doors』 activates and sends any living creature into another world, they instantly learn the language that is used in that another world. However, their intelligence and their pronunciation organ plays an important part in this. If the creature sent to the another world is too dumb to even learn a language, this rule does apply to them, but it has no effect. Same goes to one's pronunciation organ. If the creature does not have the correct organ to pronounce a certain language, this rule has no effect on them.
I always thought Melone to be a masochist. When he got slapped by the woman... Um, this is a bit dirty, but... I think he got an erection. Guys, a Stand is based on one's personalities and emotions, and if Melone's Stand is like... that, I can assure you guys, that the purple haired bastard is seriously f**ked up in the head. Besides Melone's fetishes, he is going to have a blast in this another world after he gets over his depression and learns the new dating system. More exotic woman around, Elves, Beast-Women, Halflings... Wait till he learns one disturbing fact of a female Halfling's womb... He really will enjoy his time here although he would really wish to go back to where he came from.
Either than that we have a Half-Elf, 'saved'(?) by la Squadra di Esecuzioni. Currently, I have nothing much to say about her except that she is a poor soul. But then again, every single Kuroinu female went through sh!t. Thanks to them(?) the group of assassins are here. Next episode will be mainly focusing on Risotto and Ysildea as they travel through the sex dungeon seeing seriously f**ked up sh!t and stuff. Risotto, is not going to like what he sees in there, and so will Formaggio.