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I created another noncanon Nobleman for this chapter. I hated Guldo for some reason because his name was unoriginal and his personality was just awful and not interesting. He's one of the reasons why I stopped writing for this story. I should have just deleted him entirely.
Replies:
UN PeaceKeeper: Glad you're enjoying.
BLINIX: Finally a man of culture. I was wondering if I should just call her Raphtalia but that would be too obvious so I changed the name to Naphtali. Naphtali was an Israeli tribe but it sounds just like Raphtalia so I like it. [Also, I didn't want spelling errors to appear on all of the different computers I write stories on. Raphtalia creates red lines in the document.
ImperialWrath: Thanks.
Josh Kennedy: This ain't about the Chief but we'll see what happens.
Guest: How much damage do you think I've done to Reinhard's power?
Down The Under: Oof, I'm not sure how that would play out.
Guest: I probably could have done more with the scene with Six stomping Elsa but the ship has sailed. I probably should have waited a little longer before releasing that chapter.
Teleri Sina Atari: Killing her off too early? That wouldn't be fun at all. I think Noble six's mentality was, "Now live with the burning sense of revenge, only to never exact it the way you want!"
DaanRoa: The Spartan will stop being xenophobic after a while. I want there to be a reason for him to adapt and become comfortable in this world.
Re:Zero-Spartan lll
"Explain yourself!" Demanded the female shinobi. "Who are you?"
Before Noble Six could attempt to explain to the best of his ability, a nobleman, escorted by two armored guards, could be seen approaching the four shinobi.
The nobleman stood 6,1 in hight and was a fairly attractive man with pitch black hair and his facial expression was of a noncaring high-class citizen. The nobleman's attire resembled that of a 1940s German General serving under the Fuhrer. His choice of clothing contradicted the Tokugawa period of Kararagi and made him seem out of place in what was supposed to be a Japanese-style mansion behind him.
Great, this nobleman is a fucking Nazi. The Spartan wondered if he should shoot the bastard or not. The look on the Nobleman's face was no different than that of Guldo's greedy facial expression which made Six want to punch him square on the nose. Just by looking at either of them, Six already wanted them dead.
"The Four of you may stand down." The nobleman ordered in the most noncaring tone possible. The four shinobi backed away without skipping a beat, allowing the nobleman to stare into the eyes of the foreigner. The demihuman child wanted to say something but the female shinobi covered her mouth before any words could slip past her lips.
Suddenly, the nobleman took great interest in the Spartan. Almost as if he recognized what a Spartan of the UNSC was. The nobleman has the appearance of a citizen from planet earth so perhaps he might be someone with affiliation with the Unified Earth Government but happened to be lost in another world.
"How vexing..." The noble left the safety of his guards then circled the Spartan a few times, which brought discomfort to the Supersoldier. The nobleman began to stroke an imaginary beard before asking, "Are you perhaps of Vollakian descent?" He asked.
Vollakia? So it turns out that the nobleman doesn't know what a spartan is and he has no affiliation to the Unified Earth Government whatsoever.
Six shook his head, "No."
"No?" The nobleman asked. "I could have sworn you were of Vollakian descent." He suddenly lost interest for a few seconds, then a new thought came to mind and his interest was quickly revived. "I see... Perhaps your ancestors were of Vollakian descent, yet you've never learned of it?"
"I can assure you, I'm not of Vollakian descent." Explained Noble Six.
The nobleman was disappointed, "Hm... Well, you do seem honest about it." He stopped circling the spartan and stared into his soul for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Noble six raised an eyebrow.
The nobleman realized he stared for too long. "Ah, Pardon my behavior." The nobleman apologized then retreated to his guards. "Why don't we learn more about you and your demihuman companion inside of my home?" He asked the Spartan with a raised eyebrow. This was less of a question and more of a demand.
"And if I refuse?" Asked Noble Six in a hostile tone.
The nobleman frowned at that response, "I doubt you're a legal citizen of Kararagi." He crossed his arms and narrowed his gaze. "And your existence isn't protected by Banan law, which means once you trespass into my territory you will inevitably become my property." He finished with a mischevious grin.
Noble Six glared back at the nobleman in disgust and wanted to punch him in the face, but having to deal with four shinobi would be unpreferable. Meanwhile, the demi kid was frightened upon hearing that she suddenly became someone else's property!
The Spartan recognized the look on her face. The face someone makes when their home planet is glassed yet they wish to return to it. But for her, she wished to return to her family.
Noticing the foreigner's hostile gaze toward the Nobleman, the four shinobi drew their swords again but their master motioned for them to stand down.
"Don't be threatened for I am not like the others." The noble winked at the end of his statement.
Not like the others?
The nobleman spread both arms and weighed option one with his right hand, and option two with his left hand. "There are no wrong answers, my temporary friend." The Nobleman gave a friendly smile. "Take your pick."
"..." Noble six retained his hostile gaze.
"I cannot guarantee your safety elsewhere." Explained the nobleman in a sterner tone. "You may leave, but if you were to serve under my name, I could grant you legal status in Kararagi."
He'd do that for a stranger? Who is this man?
The Spartan didn't wish to serve another master due to believing the UNSC may be in the search of its lost property. A living breathing Spartan is far too valuable to be thrown away, thus, they'll be searching for him soon enough. But after some thought, he didn't wish to be captured into slavery simply because the laws of Kararagi will not protect him, so perhaps working for this nobleman could be a temporary chore until he's found by UNSC forces.
Six crossed his arms and begrudgingly accepted. "I'll do it."
"Hm?" The nobleman leaned his ear closer to the Spartan. "What was that?"
"I'll serve under your name if it means I will avoid unnecessary conflicts." The Spartan said in a professional tone of voice.
The nobleman became excited and almost jumped in place. "Excellent. Let's continue our conversation inside my home." Thus, Noble six followed the nobleman and his two maids to the mansion as the four shinobi and demihuman child closely followed them.
The two guards seemed to be confused with their master's decision to allow a stranger that recently washed ashore to their backyard. They didn't doubt their master's divine protection of luck but it was absurd to be allowing a hostile foreigner onto a nobleman's property.
But perhaps their master saw something in the foreigner that they couldn't.
Noble Six, upon taking a single step on the Nobleman's property, he was told to stop. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to enter my home dressed in such filthy armor." Explained the Nobleman.
Not good.
They're gonna try to remove his armor and he doesn't want to do that. It's already too much that his face is revealed.
The Spartan saw two demihuman maids approaching the Nobleman and bowed their heads to acknowledge him when they faced the Spartan.
Did they seriously have to be demihuman? These damn things are everywhere! One maid had vanilla-colored short pigtail hair with two real-life cat ears on her head. The second maid had chocolate-colored pigtail hair who also had real-life cat ears.
Both cat-maids stared at the Spartan with bewildered expressions. Although they weren't too afraid of the nearly seven-foot warrior in strange armor, everything about the armored man was foreign from the strange metal objects defying gravity while attached to his armor and the blinking lights on the armor pieces. The warrior's helmet was somehow attached to the waist of the armor without anything to strap onto. It didn't make sense to them how that was possible.
The nobleman grinned upon noticing the Spartan staring at his maids. "Ah, meet Chocola and Vanilla, my two most ~diligent~ maids. They'll be showing you to where you can be properly cleaned." The nobleman also glanced at the raccoon-demihuman with the same planned for her. "You must be cleaned as well."
The female shinobi released her grip on the demi's hand and gestured for her to follow the foreigner and the two cat-maids. The raccoon-girl seemed hesitant at first but the mood in the environment seemed safe so she stood behind the Spartan.
The Nobleman then faced the Spartan. "And before you leave, please remove those metal instruments attached to your armor." Demanded the nobleman.
"!" Give away his weapons and equipment? In the wrong hands, UNSC equipment is a danger to everyone. Simply handing a still-functioning grenade to a careless maid could spell disaster. However, refusing to comply would also spell disaster for the Spartan.
At least his rifles weren't loaded with ammo, but the magnum remained fully loaded.
The spartan reluctantly detached the Magnum from his waist.
"Do not fear." Explained the taller shinobi. "We shall treat your instruments with care." He reached to grab the Magnum incorrectly but the Spartan would not yet give it away.
"You don't understand." Replied Six. "This is far more dangerous in anyone else's hands." Noble Six then proceeded to unload the Magnum, also removing the round in the chamber.
Six began to explain, "This instrument is useless without ammunition. When empty, it's about as useful as a melee weapon for bashing skulls."
This gained bewildered reactions from everyone. Those metal instruments attached to the foreigner's armor were supposed to be weapons? They've never seen anything like it!
How does it work? They thought.
"Dangerous, you say?" Asked the Nobleman. "Can you demonstrate how it works?"
Six shook his head. "No." He didn't wish to waste what little ammo remains.
The nobleman shrugged in dismay. "Very well, so long as your weapons are separated from your ammunition, we won't have a problem."
The Spartan was inevitably forced to give away his firearms and combat knife, yet they forgot to take away his grenade due to confusing it to being a small canteen.
Idiots.
[X][X][X]
Noble six was almost frustrated.
After being told he would speak with the Nobleman, he was instead told to give away his guns and follow two demihumans maids to a washroom in the basement. It wasn't difficult to understand what they wanted him to do. Six's armor was dirty and no wealthy person was about to allow the sanctity of their home to be defiled by a stranger.
The washroom was too well-decorated to even be considered a basement to begin with. Of course, anything is possible for wealthy people.
He stood in front of a long mirror that stretched across the entire left side of the room finally getting the chance to see his own face again. He had 3-inch black hair and would have been a prince charming if it weren't for the fact he looks like he's missed sleep and never seen the sunshine in years. He has unnatural green eyes and one battle scar adorning his left eye.
On second thought, he looks more like a hardened warrior in his mid-20s despite being just 20 years old.
The raccoon-girl remained very silent and was uncomfortable when surrounded by strangers, but she remembers the warrior in black armor attempting to save the captives inside the merchant ship. At least that's what she believed the Foreigner had failed to accomplish.
Vanilla decided to break the silence, "I doubt there's a reason for us to explain what we expect of you." She finished with sass in her tone of voice.
Noble six glanced at Vanilla uncaringly. "I am to remove my armor, aren't I?" He asked.
"Correct." Nodded Vanilla. "Please remain in this washroom until I return."
Chocola was confused, "Sis, where are you going?" She asked.
She pointed a finger at the Raccoon-girl, "To bring the girl somewhere much more appropriate." She then glanced disgustingly at the Spartan. "So please watch over him."
Chocola's cat ears reluctantly shot upwards. "Huh? And leave me with this barbarian?" She asked.
One of Six's eyebrows twitched but nobody noticed.
Both maids seemed to be having a staring contest or having a telepathic argument. After what felt like a full minute, it seemed that Chocola had lost the battle.
"Fine. Do what you must." She reluctantly complied. "I'll keep watch of the Foreigner."
'They're acting like I can't hear them.' Thought Six.
Vanilla gently grabbed the raccoon-girl's hand and proceeded to go upstairs. Before leaving, the demi kid looked back and stared at the spartan until she was out of sight.
The spartan was now left alone with Chocola as they both stared at each other.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Remove your armor." She demanded.
"You're seriously going to watch me?" He asked although he didn't care if someone saw him naked. Fellow soldiers showered together and didn't bat an eye. But civilians had a very different mentality.
She stomped her foot, "I'm not leaving this spot!" She almost hissed in sudden frustration. "So remove your armor!" She tried to assert authority but it was difficult to do so when she looks like a literal housepet. To anyone without PTSD, she would have looked cute.
The Spartan remembered explaining to Elsa Granhiert that it wasn't possible for him to remove his armor. That may have been a lie because he simply doesn't wish to remove his armor in the first place. But this was a different story because if he doesn't remove his armor, he'll be getting into problems with the Nobleman.
"Fine." He said, and proceed to remove the shoulder-guards first. While the maid stood idly by and watched, he became lost in thought.
'Echo 419...'
Was the Pelican real or was it just a hallucination? The events of last night felt about as real as a plasma burn, yet without any lasting proof of the Pelican, how could he know the UNSC was searching for him? Surely by now, they would have found him again because tracking a rogue Spartan's Mjolnir suit was about as easy as pushing a button.
Then if that's the case, why the hell are they taking their time with their arrival? Air travel by pelicans, hornets, falcons, and any other hybrid air vehicle in the UNSC's arsenal are well capable of traveling far distances.
Either they want the Spartan to learn about this world or it was all just a hallucination!
He then removed his torso armor, making the skin-tight undersuit visible to the blushing cat-girl. He glanced at her then she looked away.
What a strange creature.
[X][X][X]
The raccoon girl was escorted to another washroom which already had running water in a pool-sized inground bathtub. The girl stared at the bathtub, hoping she wouldn't drown if she fell inside by accident, she already had a terrible experience with a sinking ship and watching many innocent Demihumans swallowed by the depths of the Tigracy river.
"Please remove those filthy rags." Vanilla suddenly ordered.
The kid's eyes widened in embarrassment, "Huh? But I don't want to be seen naked." She protested.
"You cannot shower while wearing beaten rags for clothes." She pointed at the bloody rags the girl had for clothing. "Allow me to assist in your bathing process." She then caressed the girl's hair.
"B-but I can clean myself." The raccoon-girl insisted.
The maid crouched to the kid's level and gave a reassuring smile, "I insist. You'll need someone to wash your back and clean your hair."
After some thought, she embarrassingly complied. "W-well, alright."
"Good girl." Vanilla complemented.
The raccoon-girl unwillingly undressed and just as she was naked, she noticed the maid doing the same.
"W-what are you doing?" The girl asked, embarrassed.
Nonchalantly, the maid replied, "I will be assisting you in bathing, of course."
The kid's cheeks were red as roses, "B-but, but, but-"
The maid placed a finger on the girl's lips to silence her. "Please don't make Chocola check on us. She wants to shower as badly as I do, so she'll get grumpy if I'm caught. Okay?"
The kid nodded in confirmation. "Uh-huh."
Vanilla smiled in response. "Thank you."
The two demis entered the bathtub, one of them clearly uncomfortable with the ordeal while the other was relaxed.
As the maid assisted in washing the girl's hair with expensive shampoos, she proceeded to ask questions regarding the supersoldier who recently washed ashore behind the noble's backyard.
Vanilla remembered being strictly ordered by her master to learn if the foreigner was a threat to the household or not. If the child is unable to answer, they'll simply need to dispose of the stranger without a second thought. And while Vanilla does her part, Chocola is supposed to become intimate with the stranger to learn more about him. Chocola's divine protection will come in handy!
She was glad that Chocola was given task instead of her. Vanilla simply disliked regular humans. But she made an exception for Sargon Vollakia The 8th Lord of the Wehrmacht-Household.
She owed him her body, after all...
"What's your name?" Asked Vanilla.
"My name? It's Naphtali." She said nervously.
Vanilla smiled while washing off the shampoo from Naphtali's hair. "Naphtali? That's a wonderful name!"
Naphtali smiled. "Thank you. And your name was Vanilla?" She asked.
Vanilla's eyes widened. "Yes. How did you-"
"Your master mentioned your name a while ago." Naphtali giggled at Vanilla's ditziness.
"Oh, yes. That's true." Vanilla felt a bit silly.
Naphtali giggled some more and then both girls laughed together.
Coming back to their senses, Vanilla decided to cut to chase and ask the important questions, "Now, I have some questions for you. Please answer them to the best of your ability. Will you do that for me, Naphtali?"
Naphtali nodded, "Uh-huh."
Vanilla smiled, "Do you remember anything from last night?" Vanilla asked in a calm reassuring tone.
The raccoon-girl stuttered, not wishing to relive the experience. "I don't..."
"You don't remember?" Asked Vanilla.
Naphtali frowned, "I mean... I don't want to talk about it."
"Please!" You need to gain the courage to speak up." Urged Vanilla.
"NO!" Naphtali unconsciously scratched Vanilla's hands like a rabid dog.
"Ow!" Vanilla winced while backing away in the water.
Naphtali soon realized her mistake. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry!"
Vanilla wasn't affected and remained calm. "Are you?"
Naphtali nodded, "Yes. I'm so sorry!"
Vanilla giggled triumphantly. "If you're truly sorry, you'll need to do something for me."
"I'll do it!" Naphtali nearly cried.
"Are you sure?" Asked Vanilla in an almost villainous tone.
"Yes! I'll do it!" Naphtali exclaimed in tears already.
"Okay, then tell me, what happened last night-"
Naphtali hissed and swam away like a confused dog creating unneeded splashes in the bathtub.
Vanilla sighed in defeat. She'll need to inform her master that the child won't speak no matter what. They'll simply need to kill the stranger since they had no way of knowing about the man.
It was now up to Chocola to learn if the stranger was hostile by getting intimate with him. Chocola's Divine Protection Of Intimate Embrace allows her the ability to read people's minds while having sex.
[X][X][X]
Noble Six had finally removed his armor but he kept his undersuit.
Chocola, being unsatisfied, demanded that he remove it too. "You need to remove everything!" She hissed like a cat.
Did she just hiss? Right, she's a cat-girl.
"It stays on."
"I'm not asking. I'm telling you to remove it." She demanded.
"No."
Chocola frowned. How the hell is she supposed to get intimate with him if he won't get naked? Maybe she should ~encourage~ him?
'Maybe he's just nervous to be naked in front of such a pretty girl such as myself.' She thought. 'At least he's ~handsome~.'
"The truth is..." He started.
Is he about to admit that he's nervous?~
"I can't remove the undersuit without proper equipment."
She stared at him like a confused cat. "What?!" She almost screamed.
"I'll shower while wearing my undersuit."
She suddenly became upset. "Don't lie to me! How do you use the toilet if you can't take off that undersuit?!"
"I don't ever need to use it."
She clenched her fists. "Lies!"
"I haven't eaten in possibly months, so I have no reason to use a restroom."
Her eyes widened. "Wait, how did you not starve to death?" She asked.
"Training."
"What?"
"I trained to be able to last a month without food."
"That's, that's impossible!" She retorted. "You're making this up because you don't want to be seen naked. That's why!"
-Static noise-
"!" Chocola was frightened by the sudden noise coming from the Spartan's helmet placed in the far corner of the washroom.
"What was that?" She asked.
Noble Six glanced at his unequipped armor then quickly went to check on his helmet. A message was currently playing.
-Calling all strays -Static noise- southeast -Static noise- I repeat, -Static noise- you must -Static noise- of the River! We've prepared a settlement -Static noise- UNSC personnel-
The static message repeated several times but with different variations, allowing the maid to hear everything. Must she report this to her master or ignore it?
Several times the message repeated yet was far more difficult to understand every time it replayed.
The message emphasized on heading southeast of the Tigracy River as quickly as possible. But in the Southeast, there was a border separating Vollakia from Lugunica. What's going on down there? If he wants to go there, he'll need to get his weapons back first.
He placed the helmet next to the pile of armor then turned to Chocola, "I am needed elsewhere."
"What, y-you can't leave yet!" She suddenly hugged the Spartan which confused him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, unfamiliar with what she had in mind. "I'm not leaving without my weapons."
Chocola smiled seductively and tried reaching for-
Noble Six lightly shoved her aside as to not hurt her by accident. "What were you trying to do?" His tone of voice was too naive and unaware of what she attempted.
She hissed like a cat because the foreigner was too dense to understand her motives. Should she just say what she wants to do?
Noble Six frowned at her silence. "Answer my question! What were you trying to do?!" He demanded with military authority which frightened the cat-girl.
"I-I..."
"You what!? Speak up, woman!"
"I'M TRYING TO SEDUCE YOU!" She shouted almost loud enough for some unwilling bystanders outside of the basement to hear. But Vanilla and Naphtali were more likely to hear Chocola's shout.
"..." Noble six stared at her dumbfounded. "What?"
Chocola and Vanilla are not the same as in Nekopara but feel free to imagine them how you want