Author Note1:

Is it Wrong to try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? is own by Fujino Omori and Warhammer characters is owned by Game Workshop.

Author note2:

I felt that Balthasar is too OP for my comfort, He will be nerfed down to a comfortable level the next few episodes to keep the story interesting (When it meets with cannon one)

Author note3:

I'm not really sure what rune fang was created from, but there a citadel color called Runefang steel, so I gonna go with that.

Author note4:

Warhammer is grimdark, so expect all the horrible thing to start popping up from now on.

Edited (Rearrange/Re-write) on 26/12/2017

- Chapter 4 -

Mark of Chaos

There is no escape from Chaos, it marks us all

The same sentence rang in Balthasar head over and over, whether when he was sleeping or awake. The voice was that of the old bald priest that he didn't know. He was sure that he didn't go mad, at least not yet. 'An oracle. I need an oracle' He thought 'I need to make an oracle'.

Oh, poor Lefiya, she didn't know what her future would Balthasar be stored for her.

He knew that the war against Chaos cannot truly be won, only delayed for a time. The more he could prepare this world for an invasion, the better the chance of their survival. He would not repeat the same mistake as those in the world-that-was, he would not be manipulated, not by any daemon nor any gods. 'I need to build a hurricanum' He remembered an arcane war machine of the blue order, the machine so saturates with the power of the Azyr it could rain down the comet from the sky. 'Maybe not the comet of Cansadora capable, but enough to let a blue wizard gaze into the future'

Weapons need to be forged. Armies need to be raised. Heroes need to be found.

"Riekmarshal, do you miss wielding Grudge Settler?" asked Balthasar. Grudge Settler, a mighty Runefang of the lost province of Solland, a sacred relic of the empire from the world-that-was. Kurt Helborg raised his eyebrow in response. "That sword was lost when the world blew up, like everything else" argued Ludwig, an expected response from everyone else. It took Alaric the mad, the legendary smith, over a century to craft the twelve Runefangs, how can Balthasar, a nine years old human mage can ever hope to achieve the same result? Well, Balthasar was not an ordinary eleven-year-old human mage, he was now a god in his own right, an incarnate of metal, and have a direct line to the ancestor god who invents smiting and runecraft. "Oh, watch me" replied Balthasar "It will take a few years, but it will be done. The twelve Runefangs will be re-forged and improved" His eyes gleamed with a golden light. "The old rune fangs were crafted from steel, this time they will be forged from an adamant" He channeled his power into his palms when his palm met each other a light formed into a sword shape. Within a minute, a golden sword was formed, filled with the power of Chamon. However, the sword construct was created purely from magic and was not stable. It broke within seconds after he stopped channeled his magic. "As I said, it will take few years" He tried to cover up his failure. "In the meantime, we need to build up an army"

"So~ is that what you had planned then. Making more soldier with the elf mage you brought home a few days ago" Joked the former Riekmarshal. "Stop it, you old fuck. I'm 9 and she's 8" Joking aside, building an army was not easy, especially when most of the fighting force was aligned with one of the countless numbers of gods whom secretly hate each other. Indeed, he had a lot of things to do.

The structure of huricanum was not hard to create, for Balthasar was incarnate of metal and could shape the metal by his will alone. The hard part was the creation orrery that would attract the wind of heaven, which need to be made from specific materials. Luckily, he happened to have a mother who controlled the richest famila in Orario, and one awkward letter was more than enough to guarantee the completion of his work. For the past week, explosions were periodically heard from Helborg residence, making the neighborhood panic, but soon enough they got used to it.

…..weeks later…..

….. At school …..

The school was boring, nothing they taught was the thing he didn't already know. He could spend those time in his research on how to craft magical items and how to re-create Runefangs. He had yet to establish a contact with the gods of mortal realms, apparently forcing himself to sleep didn't work. He wished he could have created a magical clone to sit through the class and act accordingly so that he could spend his time elsewhere. 'That's actually not a bad idea. Must try it later' He taught, if he can animate a pack of golden hound with magic, surely he could create a clone of himself. Heck, he should conjure an entire army, so that he could be done with it. During the break, he sat alone under the tree, since, in his word, other children were idiots, just running around and all. So, under the tree, he went.

Seeing as her savior was sitting alone under the tree, Lefiya looked at him with curious eyes. Even though many thought she's a brave girl, she's too shy to approach him directly for the past few days. In her view, Balthasar was tinkering with something in his palms, the golden light was unmistakable. 'Is that one of his magic too?' She thought 'maybe he can teach me to do it'. Suddenly, the golden light turned into series of letters. ? The magical letters disappeared quickly and was replaced by a golden light that reappeared in Balthasar hands. Gathering her courage, she walked toward her savior. "What are you doing, Balthasar-kun?" She tried to act cute, not knowing that many people were watching. Another day, another gossip. "First, I hate the suffix. You can just call me Balthasar, if you feel like adding a title to it, then it's Lord Balthasar, better yet, I would like to be called Supreme Patriarch Balthasar. Second, it took you long enough to come here. So, what's your answer?" replied the gold wizard. 'I retract my previous perception of him. He's a narcissist.' Thought Lefiya 'cute and handsome narcissist, but a narcissist none the less'. She's not wrong, concerning he was a son of Freya, it was to be expected. "Er… I would like to know what are you doing" She wiggled back and forth. 'This girl is hopeless' Thought Balthasar 'but she's the best one I can get so far'. If she's too shy to push forward, then he needs to be the one to drag her in. "Come here" He gestured by wiggle his right index finger back and forth. When she came close, he patted her head, HARD. "The first thing I need to fix is your attitude. Meet me after school, your training will start today" His eyes gleamed with his godly power, charming her. Lefiya remained motionless for a few seconds then resume her day as normal, not knowing what happened nor questioned what the gold wizard had a smug grin on his face.

Balthasar, like his mother, always get what he wants, when he wants.

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Meanwhile

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….. Some dark corner …..

His face was broken, his jaws dislocated. How could this happen? Well, some weeks earlier he and his friends got into a fight with that 9-years old arrogant prick. Everything was going out fine with the elf girl, she was alone, outnumbered, and beaten. It was so easy, they were going to have so much fun with the girl, a terrified elf-child would easily break, both mentally and physically, after all. Then he came, the bastard thinking himself a hero, Balthasar Gelt. What made him furious was that he could not get back at our hero. It was well known that the boy was trained since he was six and was expected to be as strong as a level 3 adventurer, far stronger than anyone in his gang, moreover, he lived with the two strongest adventurers in Melen, so storming his home would be tantamount to suicide.

"HOW PATHETIC" He heard a voice insulting him, it came from a man in silver armor walking toward his gang. "A GROUP OF DOZENS GROWN MEN LOST TO A MERE BOY"

"You must have a death wish!" one of the gang members roared and charged, only to die a moment after, his head busted open spilling the blood and brain everywhere. The intruder's attack occurred in a quick succession, it was so fast that an eye of a mere mortal cannot keep up.

"MORTAL FOOLS, YOU WEAKLINGS ARE ALWAYS SO EAGER TO DIE" said the intruder before slaughtering everyone but the gang leader. His armor wrapped and shattered showing four daemonic arms of blades and pincers, his face was a twisted shape with six horns and a jagged mouth with an impossibly long lasing tongue. One moment, its pincer arms ripped out two gangers' head when it grabbed them by the neck, while the sword-like arm pierced through half a dozen men at once. Others tried to run but to no avail, since the daemon was much faster, with only one jump it crushed the furthest runner under it feet before turned around, unsheathing its sword, of which is used to ram the survivor down the throat to the point that the tip came out the other end. Blood and gut splattered everywhere, the daemon smiled as its victim shivered in fear and agony.

"MORE, MORE AFRAID, MORE DESPAIR. YOU PACK OF COWARDLY DOGS ALWAYS GAVE OFF THE BEST FEAR. HOW IRONIC" Some of the gangers tried to attack or fend for themselves but all the effort was futile, the daemon was so fast their weapon could not reach it, and even when it did, the weapon was not strong enough to cut through it hide and instantly broke. The daemon continued it slaughter as it fed on fear and pain of its victims, including the gang leader it left alive for some reason.

Only a fool stand between a greater daemon and its prey.

"I AM GOING TO KEEP YOU ALIVE. YOU WILL ENTERTAIN ME, SLAVE" It said, grinding its sword on the sole survivor face "SERVE ME AND YOU WILL HAVE THE POWER TO OBTAIN WHAT YOU DESIRED. FAILED ME AND YOU WILL JOIN THE REST"

….. Helborg's villa …..

"Okay, let's me introduce you to how to command the wind of magic" said the gold wizard "unlike the mundane spell other people can cast, the wind of magic is a power of the Aethyr that can be manipulated by those who know how" He conjured a wheel of magic which contained eight symbols, each representing one of the eight lore. 'The power of the Aethyr is chaotic in its nature, it blows and gathers into a certain place like a wind, to bind and utilize those wind means you need to understand and live your life according to its nature" He moved closer to her, putting the herricanum he created into her hands.

"You should learn how to control of Azyr, the wind of heaven. When you mastered it, the heaven itself will be at your command"

Lefiya was troubled, she knew she would be trained in the arcane arts but the things he said was unheard of. However, she also saw him cast a peculiar spell first hand and he was quite convincing when he taught her. With his guidance and his constant confirmation that she could do it, Lefiya willingly accepted his help wholeheartedly. 'The heaven itself will be at my command, that sound so cool. SO COOL. Balthasar-kun is so co…' Whack, he hit her in the head with his staff "Do not space out, the power of the Aethyr, the warp, is dangerous and must tread with the uttermost care"

She will become a fine blue wizard, even though he needs to badly beat her up to do so.

….. months later …..

Every day after school, Lefiya went to Helborg's villa to improve on her magic with Balthasar Gelt. Her parent was unapproved at first, but that was not the problem since Balthasar could always forcefully charm his way out of the trouble. They always went to her home first to drop off her bag and get her staff, and after few weeks he didn't need to use his godly charm anymore. Lefiya learned fast, as expected for an elf, and Balthasar gained much from her development. The hurricanium he created served him well, the device act as a focus for wind of Azyr which help Lefiya learned how to bind and manipulate the wind of heaven. Even though Balthasar was a wizard of the gold order, his understanding of magic allows him to grasp the concept of how the blue order utilized the power of heaven. In a way, what he taught the elf was not the real heaven magic but a bastardization of the Azyr via the scope and lens of Chamon.

"There are 6 spells the wizard who mastered the lore of heaven could use. For the next few months, I will guide you how to cast all of them, but you must practice and master it yourself. Remember, the spell from the wind of magic is very powerful and very dangerous, don't you ever, ever, ever cast it inside the building!" said Balthasar. Lefiya was so excited and eager to learn, partly because of the effect of Balthasar godly charm and partly because of her nature. Within 3 months, she could cast the support spell Curse of the Midnight Wind and Harmonic Convergence, the former spell hindered the enemy movement, defense, and attack while the later did the polar opposite.

Teaching his so-called pupil aside, Balthasar was also working on an intrigued case. Apparently, there was a sudden increase in assault and rape crime in Melen, all the victim was badly wound, most of them were killed. He asked Kurt and Ludwig to look into it since both of the didn't have to train him anymore. The result, however, was a grave news for the former supreme patriarch. As he suspected, there was a chaos power at work. The assault seemed to be an act of random violence to instill fear into the heart of people of Melen, while the rape was more like a relief of sexual frustration.

This screamed Slaanesh, in every way possible

Not knowing who the culprit was and not being able to track him, Balthasar could only wait and prepare for the worst. The worst means that a certain someone close to him would be attacked, such as his mother since Slaaneshi daemon love to torture the beautiful, for the reason he assumed as for shits and giggles, also jealousy. Luckily, Freya was in Orario surrounded by an army of capable adventurers.

The need for Runefangs became higher as the number of the incident increases. For months, Balthasar developed the method for creating a magic sword in his free time, what he needed now was raw materials to experiment on. "I need to go to Orario to see mother" he demanded, hoping the two old warriors can him with that. "No, the goddess insists that if you two need to meet, she will come here" It backfired badly, but Balthasar would not give up. "You want to bring mother HERE! When a Slaanesh cultist still go on a rape rampage?" He lost it, and use his godly charm to 'help' convince his companions. That's argument aside, there was still a problem remained. A boy who was a perfect copy of Freya showing up in Orario would pose too many questions, and he was not sure that a boy wearing a mask or clad in gold would solve that either. He need to work on that somehow, maybe an adaptation on Transformation of Kadon spell from the lore of beast would help. For sure, that would replace whatever on his research agenda.

….. six months later …..

After half a year she was mastered 7 of the 8 spells the lore could offer, the final spell Comet of Casandora was deemed too dangerous for her to practice alone, so he prohibited her from ever trying to even attempt it. "Why? Why can't I use this spell Balthasar-san" Whack "It's master Balthasar for you!". Yep, he was still a narcissist, a self-serving narcissist. With his rejection, Lefiya pouted and making a face as if she was about to cry. That face would question anyone action and make them gave in to her demand, unfortunately, Balthasar Gelt was just not anyone. He might not wear an emotionless golden mask in this life, not yet anyway, but his mind was still the same. It would take more than a little girl pouting and crying to change it.

But that was so close

His project on transforming spell went well. He might not be able to transform into a dragon like the master from the lore of beast could, but pretending to be other people was not too hard for him to pull off. When all requirement was readied, it's the time for him to visit Orario for the first time in his life. He 'asked' his guardian to be readied and to move out the day later.

"I need to go to Orario for a while, please do not blow the town up while I was away"

That topic was coming out of nowhere. She was not prepared for that, and actually, she wants to go too. A free trip to get out to the now dangerous town like Melen would help brighten up her mind too.

"Eh! Take me with you Balthasar-san".

Whack. He hit her in the head with his staff, hard. "No! you stay here and keep practicing"

That's not the only reason for her to stay here, however. Freya was a jealous goddess and an overprotective mother, bringing Lefiya there would be her execution. "I will give you this, you can use it to contact me, all you need to do is to wear it and concentrate" He handed her a small blue brooch he enchanted, totally nothing romantic involved.

"Stay safe, I'll be back soon" By the time he left, Lefiya face was so red a minotaur would rush straight at her if there was one near.

….. The next day …..

….. Orario …..

Balthasar disguised himself as a gold hair boy that resembles Kurt Helborg when he was 10. The spell he cast was not an illusion but transformed his body into what he wanted. His seamless journey to the top of the babel tower was enough proved that it worked. He was dazed by the main street, so many gods walking among mortals. 'What a useless lot, doing close to nothing when the enemy looms' he thought, but that's not the problem right now. He had a much larger problem at hand.

Knowing his mother, telling her that he needed raw materials to create a powerful magic sword that can slice a dragon in half would totally blow her mind wide open. Impossible as it may seem, she was the only one that could help him. The problem was his godly charmed would not affect Freya, on the contrary, he was afraid that his mother's charm would work on him, and all his plan would backfire.

….. Top of Babel tower …..

"Ludwig, who is this boy!" Freya shouted she was expected her son to show up. Balthasar and his guardians laughed, before transforming back to his normal self. "Hello, mother. I hope my newly develop spell does not scare you" He spun his staff around trying to look cool. "Can we have a moment, please" He politely asked, making his guardians and Ottar, the new captain since Mia left to open an inn, leave the room. Now, he was face to face with his mother.

'Damn, she's hot' He thought to himself, an inappropriate thought. A thought he tried to chase it off as fast as possible, only Melekith would do something that – pardon the pun- fucked up. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had the exact same thought, which was creepier. "Mother" He started the conversation

"I have a favor to ask".

Unfortunately for him, asking for heaps of mithril for his experiment on the re-creation of Runefangs didn't get approved on the first try. No mother, how matter clueless, would let her 10 years old son trying to forge a weapon.

"But mom, I need this" argued Balthasar "I need a weapon".

Freya walked toward her son, cupping his face.

"Awww, you are so adorable. If you need a weapon, just tell mommy, I can buy it for you. Actually, we should go shopping this afternoon, I will buy you anything you want~" It's not like Freya knew how to be a good parent anyway, what kind of mother would by a sword for her 10-year-old son. Sometimes she forgot that she still needs to keep Balthasar a secret.

"I don't want those junk. My new sword will cut through a dragon, like hot knife through butter, even when wielded by a toddler. If I only get some mithril for my experiments" He boldly claimed,

'I think I need to try something new here, how did she do it anyway?'

Running out of options, he mimicked what he saw Lefiya did before he came to Orario, pouted and pretended to cry. Somehow that's worked. The only weakness for Freya, the one that she didn't want anyone to know it, was seeing her son cry, especially when she was the reason behind it. In her mind, it would be a confirmation of her failure as a mother.

"Don't cry Balthasar, please don't cry"

Seeing that his mother started to give in, he continued his act, telling her how he would be a good boy, how he would make her proud. It worked, and in the end, Balthasar struck an incredible deal with his mother. In an exchange for 3 carts full of high-quality mithril, he needed to spend the time with Freya as a mother and son and needed to do whatever she asked until the materials were gathered which last for about a week.

….. One week later …..

….. Orario …..

For the past week, he spent his time with his mother, walking along the street of Orario, shopping, eating, playing, while disguised himself as an ordinary girl. Yes, a girl. A boy with the well-known goddess like Freya would raise too many questions and might be a target for jealous male, both gods, and mortals. At first, Freya objected, demanding him to remain himself, to her dismay all her advisor disagreed. Still, there was a lot of animosity going on around them, a girl or not, many were jealous of transformed Balthasar and silently cursed him for having so much joy with the goddess they adored. They frequently visited the Hostess of Fertility, Mia's inn, mostly to the plead of Kurt Helborg. That sly old fox still kept his womanizing tendency, even in his old age.

One day, when the group walked past the food store managed by a certain loli-goddess with an unproportioned chest size, something caught Balthasar eyes. He could not quite pinpoint what it was, but it's not her overbearing chest, for one. 'Interesting, it seems like I felt a disturbance in the blow of Aqshy there. Maybe it was my imagination' He also failed to realize that while thinking, he stared at her chest for a long time, too long for anyone comfort.

'How can that ribbon stay on like that?'

"Eh, do you want some potatoes little girl?" Ask Hestia, trying to get any customer she could find, especially the one that looks rich.

"No, we don't. Let's go" Interrupted Freya, yanking his hand, letting him free from his thought. It seemed like Freya and Hestia didn't see eye to eye, or Freya and every female of all species when the topic was regarding him, really. When they walked away, he had a feeling that Hestia was throwing a tantrum and pulling her tongue out, even though he was not looking back.

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Meanwhile

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….. Melen …..

The offering to Slaanesh was a tedious task. He had just completed his 100th kill with a twisted torture and satisfying violation. With the blessing from the daemon, he committed his crime elegantly and without any trace. The blessing was much better than receiving a falna from those weak gods, his speed was increased, his strength now unrivaled, and he never felt pain again. All he needed to do was to trade away his soul. With his 100th offering, his contract with the daemon was completed. Now, it's revenge time, the arrogant boy was out of town, leaving the elf bitch alone and unprotected. He would have so much fun with her, this time he would violate use her till she broke. The news would travel fast and lure the boy to him. Ah yes, and he will violate him too. Glory be to Slaanesh.

The daemon smiled in satisfaction, its slave had done its job well. The sacrifices were done in the name of its patron gods, but the power went directly to the daemon. Soon, all will fear the name N'Kyris, the keeper of secrets. It was true that Slaanesh was lost after the battle with those damn aelven gods. The thing that many did not know that he/she could be brought back. To do that required a living god, but not just any weakling that could be found in this realm. It needs a power of the one that came from the world-that-was, the golden boy, the son of god. The time for it schemes was over, now it was the time for action. At night, the entire town was quiet, but soon the blood would flow again.

THE QUIET OFFEND SLAANESH, THINGS SHALL GET LOUD NOW!

- Chapter 4 End -