Sorry for the wait, I had to write the ending of this story while working hard.

Netere's stats are ready, however I'll publish them only at the end.

I don't want to spoil you with his learnt jobs yet.


"I swear to my god if you don't wake up now Mierra, I'll come and kick your ass out of the bed!"

"Wa... What?"

Still half-sleeping, the young girl silently exited her dreams. It was pleasant, comfortable, unlike reality which is just plains and dulls days that follow each other. There is no fun outside this tiny world of her, only adults that keep telling her what to do, monsters that keep trying to eat her, while the remainders just keep thinking that she's a little girl that can do no harm. A small villager that believe it's easy to become an adventurer by dressing and acting like one. And even when Paul arrived, not a lot has changed.

She became an Adamantium ranked adventurer by siding with them. The pinnacle of mankind's prowess. But what does it proves? One's strength? She already has it. Her talent [Magic Heir] renders her able to learn spells that unfairly surpasses what other's efforts can bring. There is no obstacle, except time and experience, to gain what she is truly looking for. Power, glory… She always dreamt to obtain those qualities. And now, as a member of the Green Sword, she has plenty of both. Just a small little girl that succeeded in completing this incredible feat. And what not? Admired by everyone who knows her face or her name, was that really all? Her dreams accomplished… But it was still not enough.

"I said wake up, dammit!"

"Wa… Wha… Why should… I…"

"Because the TOWNISUNDERATTACK!"

Suddenly, every parts of her body were shaken by those words, like a puppet whose strings has been reattached. This was all thanks to her long years as an adventurer who, in her short lifetime, grazed death many times. The nerves reactivating themselves all of a sudden, she got up of the bed in one jump, landing in front of the window to take a look at the exterior place.

"Why is it so dark?! Is this magic? Why can't I sense it? This is bullshit!"

"Stop squalling around! Formation!"

Answering to the word, Mierra searched through their bags in order to reorganize all of their equipment. She quickly found Wane's two-handed axe, but remembering that she didn't had the ability to even stand up, Mierra threw it away in a hurry.

"Hey! Don't hurt my baby!"

Pharros's staff was there aswell. A long-shaped stick frilled with various lines of multiple colours, from red to blue through yellow and green. The tip was shaped in a cross-form, supposedly symbolizing a very ancient myth about a man that sacrificed himself to appease the gods' wrath. Without its holder, it looked nothing like the strong weapon that could amplifies all his healings. But Pharros still wasn't here, so she had no use of this too. However, amongst the stored items, she didn't found what she was looking for.

"Hey, where is my staff?"

"Under your pillow! Because you're always scared to lose it!"

"Oh, right."

With this sudden agitation, she had a hard time to think calmly and thoroughly. There, she found her precious arm. This too was a long staff, however the shape was totally different from Pharros's of other mage's. While it was common to place a sort of magical receptacle on the top, this one hadn't any visible on any part of it. That was because it didn't need one. Or, more precisely, Mierra thought they were simply useless for her.

That's when the door was suddenly slammed, letting a lone man entering the room.

"Wane? Mierra? Are you okay?"

That was Paul, still in his pitiful appearance of an old man who drank too much.

"Yay! You came back!"

While Mierra was enjoying this fortunate event, Wane angrily shouted like she always did.

"We are! Now gear up! Damn, if only I could move my body!"

"Don't overexert yourself too much, we'll take care of it."

"Take your fucking gear!"

Kind of used to her never-ending roars, Paul went to retrieve the pieces of his equipment. Many jobs adored the element of light, and borrowed its power to slain their nemesis born from darkness. Be it zombies, skeletons, vampires or other life-cursed creatures, it took the grand role of being their greatest weakness. In an adventurer's life, it is said that mobility is a must-have, that you can't survive if you can't dodge. That's only true if you don't wear enough protection. However, that wasn't a matter that could be settled in a few moments.

"Too long! Paul is too long! I'm gonna go ahead!"

"Eh? Wa-wait! Give me a minute!"

Without giving him his requested minute, Mierra exited the room and ran through the stairs. She quickly arrived at the ground floor, where she could assert with her own eyes the current situation, and just how disastrous it was. The fog was indeed outrageously dense, but what troubled her even more was that she couldn't sense anything out of the natural things. It was exactly like a huge dark cloud landed on the town, without the help of any external disturbance or trace of magic.

"What is this? This is definitely not natural, but I can't sense any magic in it."

The screams resounding from a faraway place momentarily stopped her train of thought. So it really was an attack. Then that means someone summoned this fog to obstruct everyone's vision inside the town. Someone powerful enough to do that… It's impossible. Actually, it is possible, but it needed the use of long and expensive rituals. And even with those orthodoxies, you couldn't be sure… No, you would be certain that the affected area couldn't swallow the whole town. In that case, there must be some places free from this fog.

"W-wait! What are you doing?"

"Lowering the number of participants, so I can gain more from the bounty."

"You stupid? Ok come on, I take you whenever you want, asshole."

What was that? Mierra heard some angry discussions from the other side of the entrance.

"The fuck you're doing you two? Just go in and catch it."

"No no, I know this asshole more than you do. The first thing he'll try to do is snatch away the gold then pretend the purse was empty."

"You ask for a beating? You're asking for it. I'm going to fuck you up."

"Argh! S-Stop!"

"Just stop joking around, and capture that fairy now!"

This sounded like a bunch of idiots. However, Mierra couldn't let them get away for two reasons. First, as brigands, they need to be put down as fast as possible. As an Adamantium adventurer… No, as an adventurer, no matter the rank, it's part of her duty to help the citizens in time of crisis like here. But the second reason was what gave her the drive to go now.

This criminal band trapped the town in this huge fog, killing people and looting every stores, with one simple goal in their mind. Mierra knew of only one fairy that frequently visited the town, and could attract such scums. They were looking after the Hungry Fairy.

"[Wind's Maul]!"

Shouting her proud battlecry, she immediately casted what she believed to be the most accurate spell in this situation. Without any visibility on her opponents, while knowing they're hidden just behind the wall, a small frame of mind gave her the idea to wreck the front of the hostel. The debris scattered on the building's sill, the hubbub faintly followed by the scum's screams.

"M-Mierra?! What are you doing?!"

Paul finally arrived after putting on his equipment. The full set of Paul was made of an extraordinarily reliable material that covered his whole body with tough slabs. It took him some time to don his armour, however the result was enough to tell everyone just how protective it was against any kind of threats. With his helmet on, it was hard to see just how worried and panicked his expression was right now. He was right to be anxious about her doing, because destroying someone else's property was still a huge crime. However, that thought never crossed the petite girl's brain from the beginning. All she saw was a group of criminals that deserved a divine punishment by her hands.

"Paul! I heard they were looking for the Hungry Fairy! I'll go find him!"

"What? No no, you can't leave all by yourself, can you? And who is that Hungry Fairy?"

"No time to explain! You! Stay here! Protect Wane!"

As impatient as she could be, Mierra uttered this shallow and short sentence before running away from the half-devastated hostel. It was a harsh way to thank the old granny, so Mierra still kept in a corner of her mind a small reminder about asking for forgiveness later.

She ran and ran, encountering other rogues that she quickly defeated before running again and again. Her goal wasn't to lend to the Dark guild the fairy, it was, on the contrary, to defend him from any harm that could be done to him. At the same time, she still told herself that she needs to see what a fairy looks like, as she wanted to chit-chat with one. For now, she had to protect the fairy. It was her sole objective.

Running straight ahead while ignoring the lack of visibility, Mierra tried to think real hard about what to do now. She couldn't just mindlessly search everywhere, otherwise she'll have to take care of every member of the Dark Guild before she could finally save the fairy. That was an option, however she knew about her own limits. Even for her, cleaning a whole town was too much. But, at the same time, she couldn't afford to just stay here until a brilliant idea cross her mind. In other words, she either look everywhere until she succeed in her task, or she wastes her time here, and run the risk of losing the fairy forever.

Of course she couldn't let this situation happen. Quickly deciding about her next steps, she put her staff between her legs in a strange and old manner. That was purely for a good reason.

"[Flying Broom]!"

Amongst the members of the Mages' Guild, only the top-levels had the well-known ability [Fly] to wanders in the air. It was a joyful spell that allowed its caster to reach the birds' altitude without any sort of trouble. Of course it consumed a certain amount of mana, however that was irrelevant for them. But from the skills Mierra could learn, [Fly] wasn't available for her job Witch. Instead, this scene from a fairy tale rendered her peculiar staff to defy gravity, and raise its wearer in the sky. However, she only needed to elevate for a couple of meters before finding out again how dense was the fog. Losing sight of the ground, she decided to lower her altitude, while keeping her broom above a head-height before continuing her search.

On her way, all she could hear was the painful screams of the citizens being murderer by the low-lives, the sound of door being breached. All of this was like coming out of a nightmare. It was only painful for the victims, but also for her ears, which suffered the constant shouts full of agony. In the midst of it, she also could hear the laughter of the culprits, their voice complaining or rejoicing about a new discover. She couldn't contain her rage any longer.

"[Wind's Maul]!"

A violent gust ravaged the first group of thieves her eyes met. She already had a hint about the fog not dispersing with this the wind, but now she only could confirm this aspect.

"It's not only made by magic, it's also resistant against it…"

She already could guess from the opacity and the large scale of the fog, but it was still hard to accept at the beginning. But, fortunately, she also could more or less guess how it worked.

"I must find the catalyst and destroy it. It's certainly the only way to make the fog dissipates."

Whatever is was, a person or an object, Mierra thought she had to find it, and to destroy it for making the fog disappear. Actually, she still couldn't imagine how a mere ritual could summon such large spell. It was like an old legend rebirthing in front of her eyes. It was unbelievable, and amazing at the same time. But she hadn't the time to let herself being amazed, she still had to find the Hungry Fairy.

On her way, she found another group of bandit stationed in front of what looked like a tavern. The sign hanging above the door confirmed her assumption. She could cast another [Wind's Maul] to wipe them away, but this time refrained herself. It wasn't good if she really started to destroy everything in her path. But while she hesitated, the group quickly entered the building.

"Shit! I should stop care about that!"

But when she tried to approach the tavern, a loud sound came from the interior, making her stop instantly. She could imagine the creaking sound of tables being smashed, of swords clashing against each other. She even expected screams echoing from inside. But she would never had expected that the bandits would be the ones screaming in fear. It really was a brawl inside, but that shouldn't be enough to make them lose their cool. And even if it really was a brawl, she could hear a sound that was hard to describe. It sounded like… A powerful knockback, swiftly followed by a splash. What's happening?

Mierra felt the atmosphere freezing around the place. It wasn't out of icy tricks, but purely because something happened inside. Something terrible, something way beyond human's satisfaction for cruelty. People usually butchers either in a silent way, or in a bloody way. However, they did it with knives, not with… Those sort of explosions. It wasn't even close to an explosion, it sounded like a lake being smashed by a giant. This wasn't the sound made from metal, nor from wood or leather. Mierra gulped, immobile in front of the tavern that secretly held another massacre that she couldn't describe with words. The front windows became tainted with a red pool of liquid, while a bandit that tried to escape failed to open the door, before letting a dull percussion on the entrance.

The screams fainted away, the air became silent again, but nobody, nothing dared to move in the surroundings. Mierra gulped, something entangling her stomach. What… Was that? Is this… For real? A group of ten bandits entered the tavern, then in the next minute, they were wiped in the most gruesome way she knew. Something is residing here, hiding inside like a beast in its nest. No human could accomplish this feat without its strength being nationally known, and it couldn't be a demi-human, whose strength far surpassed theirs, as they were banned and hunted across the kingdom. Then the last option that was left was the presence of a monster, strong enough to take care of a dozen of outlaws, and heartless enough to slay them without mercy.

However, even that conclusion couldn't be so easily accepted by her. First, how could a monster infiltrate the town without anyone noticing it? And then, even if it did… Why? Aren't the walls and towers sufficient to keep them away with the fear of civilization? Is this their first step at adapting with human society? Or is there another deeper meaning, and it was planned? Then, does that mean this monster isn't mindless? No no, that's not possible. Even when they had a fragment of reason, that still wasn't good enough to call this a conscience. Then, all that was left was to…

"W… Who's there?"

Her faint voice travelled through the chilled scene. But she got no answer. All she could hear was the sound of furniture being maltreated by the winner of this fight.

"Who… Who's there?!"

Raising her voice once more, she insisted on getting an answer. That was her duty to protect everyone. That was her objective to protect the Hungry Fairy. Then, that means, whatever this thing is, she had to take care of it, while hoping it wasn't hostile.

"GO AWAY!"

A loud and painful shout came from the tavern. Was that… It was hard to guess, but, somehow, this voice… Sounded like the Hungry Fairy's. Could it be… Is this its doing? Are fairies so ruthless? No, it can't be possible. Maybe self-defence can be agreed on, however this scene gave no feeling of someone being bullied.

"Who's there?! Answer me!"

"I SAID GO AWAY!"

The voice she heard was full of anger. However, it also contained a small scrap of a plea. What was happening? It didn't sound like this voice was asking for loneliness, but, at the same time, it didn't sound like it wasn't asking for help. It's like… It's like it was trying to protect her, from something even darker. But how could she? She wasn't her daughter, but she couldn't deny how much Paul's doing influenced her. Helping other and all, it sure wasn't amusing at first, but it soon became a small habit, a small will to want to do the right thing.

"I… I won't! I will protect everyone! If you're-"

"I DON'T CARE!"

A wrathful smash punched the door. It wasn't enough to destroy it, but it still created some cracks on it. The act wasn't full of hatred, yet Mierra trembled in fear. She was an Adamantium ranked adventurer, how could she let something like this make her terrified? She faced death many times, she almost died many times before being rescued by Paul of Pharros, and she even did died sometimes, then was resurrected by her friend's power. And yet, what she was feeling right now was something akin to "I won't come back".

"I can't hold it anymoooore! Please, run away!"

The distressed voice asked her to run. What was happening? This is… This is horrible. Her legs couldn't stop their shaking while the cries echoed in her mind. The tone was plenty enough to let her guess how pained the person was, how many tears he was shedding, how torn his heart currently was. Actually, that was enough to make her decide to run away. But she couldn't. This time, it wasn't out of compassion from Paul's education, but because her body refused to move, chained down by this tremendous fear that emanated from the inside of the tavern.

Claws started to lacerate the door. It didn't looked like a monster that tried to escape its prison, but a child that let his tantrum make him rip apart anything that was in his hands. This wasn't any more the wicked will of a creature, but the wailing of a tormented soul that tried to contain the darkness deep inside its heart.

Finally, the door couldn't withstand any more of this torture, and let the thing appear in her sight. This was a true nightmare. It… Was a monster. But not a mere monster. Its long purple robe draped its entire body, letting only its hands and face visible to everyone. Some kind of crystals were encrusted in its chest, while a huge book was dangling on his side. However, her eyes could only see the trace of blood drop from its reddened claws, while its mandibles where shacking against each other, a large filament of saliva flowing out of his mouth.

"I'm… So hungry…"


I'm hungry too.

That's because I'm too lazy to cook food.

I don't like cooking, I feel like wasting too much time just to boil some pasta.