Re: Isekai - A New Life from Zero in Another World for a Second Time

by TheMultiverseOne

Being born as the son of the greatest evil of the Underworld, Ryan was loathed by the world and its gods, even when he tried to do good. After pushing past the hate, the boy had to take a hard decision... But, something strange happened, and he somehow wake up in another place, entirely unknown, a place with dragons and half-elves... What will be of his life in this new world?

5. Chapter 5 - Bottomless Pit

GOING FOR THE KILL

"Elsa Granhiert ... You will see. I'm going to finish you off myself. " I say only to myself, sitting in another alley, different from the first.

Who cares about the chance of any of those three showing up? I don't! Anyway, I already have my precious silver nameless blade beside me. If any of them show up, I just need to cut something to scare them. That simple.

I already made up my mind ... I'm going to finish off that woman myself. It shouldn't be complicated. The only thing that can possibly hinder our fight is that strange healing factor that she has. I remember having the purest certainty of everything ... I broke every bone of her with my Telekinesis , but in a short time everything was regenerated, recovered.

Heh ... I haven't dealt with enemies that have a recovery factor for a while ... The last thing I remember having defeated, and that had this ability, was a mythical being that haunted the cities of the Underworld.

Well, there is no time to waste. I need to get to the negotiating house and make it happen. Retrieve the insignia of the silver-haired girl and get some contacts, like that. Perfect, my life in this new world will be a little better.

I can even include some inventions of the modern world here ... This place really needs it!

I stand up. Now, I am sure that I can really go back in time through my death ... In fact, I have always wondered what it would be like to have such a power ... To be able to undo wrong choices, to dig a path that is always right, to be a man who "Never made a mistake in life" ... Well, in a way I now have that power.

And with it, I can do whatever I want ...

But, let's keep this on the side of justice, shall we? I know more than anyone that too much power scales a person's head, changing their intentions and tarnishing their original ideals. I have to be careful that this doesn't happen to me.

I tap my cheeks a little with the palms of my hands, asking for a little more posture for myself.

"Come on, Ryan ... Don't be a villain from now on, will you? You're going to retrieve her insignia, hand it over, and then think about the next step, okay? " I repeat to myself.

I am determined. I can't make it cheap for Rom and Felt's murderer ... As much as we talked for a short time, those two managed to secure a place in my heart, and that is a fact that I cannot deny.

Picking up my sword, I get up. A sharp metallic noise reverberates through the alley when ...

"Hey you! You in the weird clothes! Pass on everything you have and no one gets hurt! " That voice again.

I turn around, with a completely different attitude from the first time. A small smile is made on my lips.

"What are you laughing at, you idiot ?! I told you to give everything! " The voice of the shorter again resonates to my ears.

Displaying the blade of the sword, looking as if I am admiring it, I look at the trio, who, when correctly perceiving what kind of person they may be dealing with, turn back a little.

"Oh? Don't you want to steal from me? Where did all your attitude go? " I say, sliding my fingers over the blade filled with artistic hollows and molds of the sword.

The three freeze in place when they realize the glow of the sword. Soon, the medium size man removes two objects from his clothes. A pair of daggers.

"Ah, so are you going to want to fight with us? Don't think you can do it in a 'three against one!' "The taller one lets me hear your voice.

I breathe a little deeply, adding a little more to the impression of my faint smile.

"Ah, I think you're right ... Three against one is a pretty bad fight for the person on the smallest side ..."

"That's right. If you don't want to end up dead, pass on everything you have, including your weird clothes there! " The medium, with the daggers, speaks.

" Tch ... What gives? They are stylish! " I say, laughing a little, pretending to be angry or frustrated. "But, since my handicap was mentioned ..."

I put my sword in use. Time to show a thing or two to these three ...

I make a cut on the floor. It may seem pointless or even an idiotic decision, but what happens in a little while should be able to surprise ...

"Besides being an idiot, are you mentally troubled too ...? We're almost sorry for you, man ... Only not! " The tallest one clicks his fists.

I look up, placing the sword on my back, supported by my right arm.

"Really? That would be so much better for us all! Even because ... "I speak, looking at the floor.

I kick one of the rough stone bricks that I cut on the floor, showing the trio how a large row of six of them were split in half by cutting the sword. A perfect cut, like an industrial guillotine slicing cheese.

Seeing this, the three walk further back, now legitimately haunted by the sharpness and the possible strong enemy they are facing.

"So ... On the issue of three against one ... This sword alone counts as fifty, so I think the situation has gotten a little bitter for you now."

Realizing how each of them seems to be trembling from urinating in their own pants, I make a light prank, just a mild fright ...

"Boo!" I raise my hands up, making my eyes glow purple for a second, just for atmosphere.

... And soon the trio flees in panic, even dropping the daggers they used to threaten me.

"Well, that was easy. Now, back to the plans ... Can I become a country singer or something in this world? Yeah, it seems like an idea ...! Or would rap be better? Yes, definitely rap . " I repeat to myself, snapping my neck to ward off the stress of that day.

Walking out of the alley with my eyes closed and a smile on my face, I don't even see what's in front of me, before I run into it ... I just hope It's not another criminal ...

"Oh, I'm sorry about that! I didn't see your approach. I am really sorry." A soft male voice reaches my ears.

I open my eyes, noticing someone there ... A man with purple hair, about the same height as me, if not a little shorter, golden eyes, comparable to a brilliant gold sculpture, and a way of being that inspires strength and kindness combined.

He wears white clothes, which in a way resemble those of a kind of elite warrior ... Maybe he is really one of them?

Finally realizing, after the confusion, that my actions led to bumping, I try to apologize.

"Imagine...! I who was not aware of the path in front of me. You were not to blame. " I answer.

"I understand ... But I think it is right to say that we are both a little guilty in this situation. I didn't warn you that I was around, either. I'm sorry ... My name is Julius Euculius. Nice to meet you sir...?"

"Ryan. Ryan Savoia. The pleasure is all mine, Sir. Euculius. "

"Oh, please, just call me Julius ... Actually, I'm here to ask you something ..." He says, approaching me. "Were you responsible for a spatial distortion that happened earlier, Sir Savoia?"

Spatial distortion ...? Wait ... Oh, of course. Transport !

"Uh, well ... Yes, it was me ... I'm not going to be arrested for that, am I ...? If this is a crime, I must say that I do not know ... I have just arrived in that Kingdom, so ... "I ask, a little afraid.

"Ah, no, no! Do not misunderstand. I'm just here to warn you. " He replies, with a frank smile on his face.

Julius extends a hand, and two spheres emerge, one black, the other white. The spheres flutter, floating around Julius as they shine. Both spheres project a peculiar energy, very similar to what I detected when I met Puck, the spirit of the silver-haired girl.

"You see, Sir Savoia ... These two are spirits contracted to me. They are called In and Nes. The point is that the two detected a very powerful distortion in space-time not so long ago ... There are not many magicians in Lugunica capable of generating this type of distortion, nor one so powerful, soon after knowing this, I decided to follow them to the place where they felt. And that got me here. "

I observe, somewhat puzzled, the flying flow of the two spirits of opposite colors.

"That is, even me ..." Putting a hand on my chin, I watch the spirits surround me.

"Exactly. Now, what does someone so powerful do walking around Lugunica in such an carefree way? Do you belong to any noble family, Sir Savoia? " Julius asks with what I can only judge as genuine curiosity.

Would it be better to say everything I know right away? Without thinking too much, I decide it would be right. I hold my hands up, lifting them with a slightly crooked smile on my face.

"To be honest, I don't even know ...! I don't know where I am, or how I came to be here, what I have to do, how or even if I can go home ... I'm lost, completely disoriented, aimless. " I answer as sincerely as I can.

Noticing my posture and arguments, Julius is present between a light laugh and a look of even greater questioning. Placing his own hand on his chin, he ponders.

"You don't seem to be lying ... I can feel it for the way you speak. But it is strange that someone does not know where he is or what he is doing here. "

"I am being entirely true in saying that. I have no idea what is happening in my life right now. I come from a place at least very far from here. " I answer.

"'At least'?" Julius raises an eyebrow when he hears that part.

"That's what I'm trying to say. I am completely alien to this nation ... I am more lost than a blind man during a shootout. "

"A blind man in a ... shootout ...?" Julius finds some of my terms strange.

"Leave it alone ... It's just a statement of where I come from."

I bow down.

"I'm sorry for causing any trouble for you or your spirits, and thank you for not arresting me ...!" I say with a light laugh. "Now, at that moment, I must keep going. Excuse me..."

I turn to walk, when I am surprised by another voice, which approaches us.

"Hi Julius! I didn't expect to find you here. What brings you to this place? " Another male voice is heard running down the alley.

"Reinhard! How nice to see you! " Julius replies.

Out of curiosity, I quickly turn around to see another guy who is about the same height as me, if not a little shorter. He has red hair, blue eyes that exude kindness, and he carries a huge sword on his hip.

He notices me, and then tries to greet me. His presence is admirable ... Powerful. His mere appearance made all the air permeate with his power.

"Hello! I see that you have been talking. My name is Reinhard Van Astrea. Nice to meet you."

I accept the hand he holds out. Its grip is firm, but very smooth, in the right measure.

"I'm Ryan Savoia. The pleasure is all mine."

After the introductions, Julius decides to explain to Reinhard why he is here. He listens to the explanation, and then turns back to me.

"A space warp, huh? So you must be a powerful wizard, Sir Savoia? " He asks.

"I wouldn't say that ... And please, just call me Ryan. I'm a little ... uncomfortable with all these titles ... "

Julius and Reinhard exchange a slight laugh when they see my expression ... I know that I blush when I receive so many compliments ...!

"Surely, Ryan! And then, given your rather complicated situation, Julius and I can help if you wish. I am sure that the Astrea and Euculius houses would accept you if you want to settle in Lugunica! " Reinhard speaks, with a smile comfortable to see.

"It is a good offer! Tempting even ... But I can't afford to be a nuisance to you. I will resolve my own way around here. I thank you for everything, but that's what I think. " I reply, trying my best to be respectful.

"You wouldn't be a bother at all! I would be delighted to house you, Ryan. " Julius insists.

I shake my head to the sides.

"I am very grateful for the assistance, but ..."

"But...?" Reinhard asks.

Putting a hand on my chin, I think a little ... I can get help with these two ...!

"Eureka!" I clap my hands against each other.

"Eu ... reka ...?" Julius once again wonders.

"It is another expression of where I come from. It means "I found it!" ... Julius, Reinhard, I may be having a big problem right now ... "I say.

I can see that I capture their attention with great ease.

"Do you happen to know anyone who names herself with the title 'Bowel Hunter'?"

"The Bowel Hunter ?! The infamous murderer whose name was obtained by her method of execution ?! " Reinhard questions sharply.

"Yes ... She will attack a place in this city in not too long ... So I need your help ... You may be wondering how I know this ... Well, let's say that my information network comes from sources that don't usually are wrong. "

Julius and Reinhard exchange a nod, and he doesn't even take the time to consider, and immediately gets ready for the mission.

"Consider my support for this mission, Sir Savo-, I say, Ryan. I will help you with whatever it takes. I assume you know the locality affected? "

"Yes, I know the place ... And I am very grateful for the assistance. Now, if we can start walking ... Time is approaching. "

"Ryan, are you an adventurer by any chance? This sword you carry seems to be very well made. " Reinhard speaks up.

"Ah, that ...! No, I wouldn't say I'm an adventurer ... I just got this sword in a somewhat complicated situation ... "I reply, trying to mask the truth, if only a little. "Do you want to take a look at the blade? I realize you liked her. " (Yeah. In Ryan's mind, the sword is a female.)

"It would be a pleasure, if it is not a nuisance!" He smiles kindly.

"Do not worry. It's not a problem ... Here! Be careful not to cut yourself! "

I throw the blade in the direction of Reinhard, who walks to my left. The red-haired knight captures the sword with absurd mastery, worthy of one of the gods. I can see that, at the end of this gesture, Julius also approaches, attracted by the visual of the object.

Its silver sparkles with every minimal ambient lighting, and Reinhard finally considers himself free enough to strum the blade, analyzing and contemplating the grooves and carvings that create a design.

"Impressive. The blacksmith who made this blade must be truly loved by the world! " Julius comments, with a hand on his chin.

"Correction: he created the world." I think to myself, smiling a little at their surprise.

We are getting closer and closer to the place where Elsa Granhiert should appear in a short time. With the passage of Julius and Reinhard, the inhabitants are way more intimidated than with me alone ...

"These people live in a horrible situation ... Didn't the Kingdom take any kind of initiative to help them?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It is unfortunate, but at the moment, Lugunica is below what we could call ideal ..." Julius replies. The look on his face takes on a heavy, pain-filled tone.

"A mysterious epidemic has ravaged the kingdom's royal family, and with that, the lands are under the control of the Council of Wise Men. Unfortunately, their administration is not enough to rule the place, and a real election must sometime take place, to choose a new King. " Reinhard complements it.

I put a hand on my own chin, thinking a little about it ... So the situation here is worse than I imagined ... For the love of Drana*, what hole did I just jump in ...?

But, Reinhard said it should happen in a while ... Why hasn't it happened yet?

"And for what reasons does Lugunica remain helpless? Can't you rush this voting process and put the next person on the throne at once? "

"Unfortunately we cannot ... The Dragon Tablet prophecy speaks of five candidates, and at the moment, we have only four ... Without the fifth candidate being found, there is no way the process can begin." Julius answers this time.

Listening to this explanation, I don't even wait to give an answer. My mind speaks for itself.

"And that is why you are going to leave the kingdom as it is? These people suffer ... This is so wrong from so many perspectives that I can't even count! Not to mention that this problem can be solved in a very simple way, in fact. The lack of nobility is a terrible justification. "

We walked for about two meters until the sudden silence of the two caught my attention. Julius and Reinhard just look at me, appalled by what they just heard ... And only after seeing this reaction, I think about the implications of what I said before.

"I did not want to ignore the efforts and position of the Kingdom ... I am sorry for what I said." I go back a little.

... to be received with a serene smile from both ...

"We actually think that too ... There is so much that can be done for this portion of the population, but we have always failed them enormously ... It is good to know that you too have that kind of vision, Ryan." Julius comments.

"You should think about joining one of the existing factions, Ryan! You seem to be a person of good ideas, and just looking at you, I can feel an immense power emanating from every part of you. " Reinhard comments on something that makes me curious.

"Can you calculate that kind of thing ...?" I ask. "Damn ... If they find out what I am ...!"

He nods slightly.

"Yes, and I can say with all certainty that a powerful force arises from you! You could do very well as a Royal Knight! Certainly a more competent one than me. " He replies, somewhat enthusiastically.

"Eh ... Thanks ..." I reply, not knowing how to react.

... Only not, Reinhard ... I can also measure a person's power, even if only in a crass way, and I can attest that you are a real monster ... Nobody generates that kind of pressure so casually .. .

JULIUS EUCULIUS POV

That boy ... Is his spiritual affinity so high ...? Since they saw him, my spirits have been restless ...

"Juli, Juli!" I can feel In manifesting itself in a voice inside my mind.

"What happened, In? Did you feel anything around us? "

"It is so nice ...! I want to be closer to him! From the boy with the sword, Juli! "

This boy ... As Master Swordsman himself said, he has enormous power within him. Perhaps spiritual affinity is part of that?

And more importantly ... Would he be able to take my companions away from me ...?

RYAN POV

"So, here we are ... This is the place."

I point to the Trading House with my right hand, putting the other on my hips. Now I feel more confident ... Maybe with Julius and Reinhard I can get a better result, or even beat that horrible woman?

She killed me twice ... I don't know who gave me that power to come back with death, or if I did it in any way, but all I can say is "thank you". I cannot go on living comfortably knowing that there is something that I am perfectly capable of preventing about to happen.

"So, according to your information, she should appear soon, right?" Julius asks.

"That's right. Judging by the sky, it shouldn't be long. " I look to the west. Something like 16h is shown in the skies of Lugunica.

I crack the vertebrae in my neck. I do it quite on purpose, since I know that people are somewhat impressed by the enormous noise it generates. Many have said that I can end up breaking my own neck.

... And as thought, Reinhard reacts heavily to the noise, laughing a little with the corner of his mouth as a drop of sweat falls from his forehead. I wink at him accompanied by a singing smile of my own making.

And without even thinking, I sit, leaning against the distant tree, where we are waiting for the killer's action, thinking.

Reinhard is busy admiring my sword as a child looks at a new toy. The sparkle in his eyes is priceless.

Julius, on the other hand, makes his name as a knight and watches over the empty street, of destroyed and ruined houses, with people looking at us with looks worthy of pity ...

"First, I have to find out what happened to me ... The reason for being here, how long it will take for my powers to return in their entirety ... Or if they can even return at all, that is ..."

... ... ...

"I see a movement in the negotiating house!" Julius alarms everyone.

We all immediately got up, jumping at immense speed. Julius points to the door, indicating it when he says it.

"I saw someone come in there, but the person was ..." Julius swallows his saliva before saying anything. "It was Miss Emilia ..."

Reinhard's eyes widen, as does mine, although for different reasons. From the way they referred to her, I can only conclude that she is an important person ... Not just any woman is called "Miss" in medieval worlds ...

"Emilia, huh ...?"

I look at the door. Why did you lie, Emilia ...?

"Come on, we have no time to waste."

I take the sword from Reinhard, who for a moment looked sad and upset by the act, but soon returned to his usual posture. He was really enjoying admiring my sword ... He even made some skillful moves with it while we waited.

He's leagues above me ... I never really learned to use a sword. The need did it for me. I still remember fondly the hurried training I had before the beginning of that war that would define the future of an entire world ...

... And to think that everyone would have been slaughtered had I not been there ... Heh ... In the end, I was really the only hope of the mortal races to win ...

"... And that doesn't make me happy at all ..."

In fact, it is not as if it were difficult to use this blade, since it cuts everything like a chainsaw cuts a ream of papers! All I had to do was swing it back and forth.

Chopping heads, stacking corpses ... Don't ask me how I don't have PTSD. I just don't know.

... Or maybe I acquired it...?

Anyway, this is no time to think about it. I look at Julius, and then at Reinhard, giving a quick strategic nod, and in quick conversations, we formulate our plan.

Reinhard stayed behind, while Julius and I made our way inside the Loot House.

NARRADOR ON (Narrator POVs are in Past Tense - they will be more frequent than character POVs from next chapter onwards.)

Julius looked with some concern at the boy with purple eyes and dark skin who walked beside him. A very peculiar kind of despair settled in the heart of the Spirit Knight.

His own spirits sent him signals. Be it emotions, feelings, or even thoughts, but Julius would always know what they are thinking. And that kind of signal that he now received made him feel something not at all appropriate for a knight.

Envy.

The same sin that carried the name of Destroyer of Half the World, the name of the Witch. That was what Julius felt.

His [Divine Blessing of Gathering Spirits] was constantly threatened in its supremacy. Something about this boy is a magnet for spirits, one with a magnetic force superior to his talent that is already so rare.

Using the [Divine Blessing of Telepathy] , he and Reinhard talked silently along the way about this boy. According to Master Swordsman himself, Ryan is a bottomless well in terms of power, and although that well was almost empty, the Astrea assured him that the young man's latent potential in strange clothes and unusual expressions has a strange strength, one very powerful, surrounding him every second, emanating from him.

"It's like he's a miniature Od Laguna." said Reinhard.

So much power is ...

... "We don't have much time ... Let's go in, Julius! And remember ... 'Good Cop, Bad Cop!' "The boy announced, making an entrance worthy of a rock singers' show.

Julius did not understand the reason for that strange nomenclature ... After all, what should a cop be?

He opened the door with force, which filled the entire structure of the Loot House with the astonishment and faint cries of those who saw them. Varied expressions of surprise immediately filled everyone's faces.

"Very well, I would even bother saying what is happening here, but, you know ... No time!" He shocked his hands, holding them together.

Ryan pointed at the tanned-skinned giant, and in a serious and casual way, said something that made Julius, who was watching from the door, and the rest inside almost leap from their bodies spiritually.

"You will die." He said, serious as a rock, pointing at the man of immense proportions.

In the most casual way in the world, he walked to a corner of the counter, grabbed a glass of partially empty milk that was there, and took a sip, before continuing.

And then, peacefully, he started to make the same gesture of pointing to all the other members of the place, one by one.

"You will die." He told Felt, who jumped out of his bank. "Oh, and you, you are going to mostly die right here! ... Oh, and this really tastes terrible! " He said, remembering Felt's statement at his last meeting.

Upon hearing the threat, the cat named Puck came out of his crystal, looking at Ryan with an expression located between doubt and utter strangeness.

"This boy ... He may even be saying that, but ... I don't feel the slightest bit of malice coming from him ..." Puck tilted his feline face in doubt, putting a hand on his chin as if he had a beard. "Say, who are you, boy? And why do you say that kind of thing? "

Without further ado, Ryan put the glass of milk on the counter, staring at the door.

"You can come in, Julius. I already caused the shock, now you explain it with sugary kindness. " Ryan looked at the front door with a sarcastic singing smile, which reached the heart of the Knight.

Before giving the word to Julius, Ryan settled himself casually on one of the bar stools in the place, attracting countless looks to his figure, since no question had been truly answered by him.

Of all, it was easy to see who was the most confused ... The poor and innocent Emilia could not process what was happening there. First, a strange and unknown boy enters there, says that everyone will die in a casual way, and then the Spirit Knight Julius Euculius himself appears, being called in an unreasonably familiar way by the first.

Julius entered the house with a downcast expression and explained the whole situation.

"First of all, I apologize for this huge misunderstanding that my acquaintance has caused. My name is Julius Euculius and I am a Royal Knight. " He rose from his posture, initially kneeling. "According to this boy, your lives are in danger, and that is why we are here."

"In danger...? If it's you, I believe it, Julius ... But what exactly is going on ...? Why are we in danger? "

Emilia turned to Ryan when asking the last question, directing her pair of amethysts to what belongs to the boy. Ryan jumped out of his seat, putting himself in a more formal posture, and when he was ready to talk about it ...

The sound of the door opening was heard.

"Now, now ... It looks like we won't have a chance to do this in the usual way, will we ...?"

Ryan instinctively moved in front of Emilia, Rom and Felt, extending his left arm in a protective posture, which attracted increasingly curious and surprised looks from the three, since in this reality, they never met.

"So you really decided to show up, the way I predicted, huh, Elsa Granhiert!" Ryan shouted loudly, to alarm everyone.

The woman laughed like the maniac she is when her name is mentioned, licking her lips seductively. Entering the door with lewd steps, she closed the only exit from the Loot House.

"So did you know that I would come? Impressive ... With all this knowledge, I just want to know what your insides are like ...! " She licked the tip of one of her black kukris.

Realizing that it was really the enemy that was notified by Ryan, Julius' eyes widened, and he immediately pulled his sword out of its scabbard.

"Elsa Granhiert, Bowel Hunter. A woman dressed in dark and revealing clothes, who uses weapons characteristic of the people of the north, of the nation of Gusteko ... She is famous for her method of murder, which generated her title ... "He announced as an encyclopedia all the facts about of the woman.

She shifted her attention to Julius, without removing that strange smile from her face.

"A knight? I understand. So an entire task force was organized to deal with me ... I must admit that it is an interesting development ... May I know your names, boy and knight? It would be an immense courtesy to meet those who tried this great effort. "

To that, Julius quickly responded.

"Julius Euculius, the Spirit Knight. Through the sword of justice, you will find your end. " He introduced himself.

Elsa turned her face once more to Ryan, who still protecting Emilia, was looking at her sharply.

"What about you, boy? Can I know what it's called? "

"Tch ... My name is it doesn't matter to you what my name is. Because I don't plan to let you out of here knowing it." Ryan quickly brandished his own sword, filling Elsa's vision with its silver.

Elsa closed her eyes, sighing in what appears to be disappointment at hearing Ryan's response, and in a quick movement ...

FIGHT ON (I think Present-Tense fits battles better ...)

The sound of metals hitting each other echoes throughout the House of Negotiations. Ryan had just defended Emilia from receiving a flying stab to the chest.

" Strike One. It was a terrible shot. " He speaks. Ryan had defended Emilia with his sword, hitting the knife like a baseball. Still trying to find out what happened and why this mysterious guy was helping, she can't react properly.

Facing Elsa as a feminist faces a rapist (what a horrible analogy ...), Ryan mumbles a few words, just loud enough for those closest to him to hear.

"Puck, protect her. I will focus on protecting Felt and Rom. I will assist you if you need help, after all, the time for you to end the shift is close, right? We are going to let Julius do the heavy part of the fight for now ... We still have a Tactical Nuke on our side. "

Even without understanding much, Puck feels immensely firmness in the words of that young man, and decides to trust him.

"All right. I will protect Lia with all my strength! By the way, what's your name? "

"After we are done here, we will have time for introductions and laughter ... But for now, I am nobody."

"Very well, nobody! You can count on me here! " Upon receiving confirmation from Puck, Ryan returns to assume his guard posture, putting his blade in front of him, facing the principle of clash between Elsa and Julius.

"... I may end up being embarrassed if such a beautiful girl is staring so much. We can talk later, right? For now, don't worry about who I am. " Ryan speaks, addressing Emilia specifically, in part to relieve her.

Upon receiving that shock of reality and realizing that they are in a clash with real risks, Emilia quickly nods and her gaze changes to one of determination.

"R-right ...! Come on, Puck! "

"Come on, Lia!"

Emilia extends her hands forward, creating sharp ice crystals. A dozen of them are formed, approximately.

Meanwhile, on Julius' side, the striking of strokes is fierce, however, although he hates to admit it, Julius is slowly being overwhelmed. It is not that Julius is weak - on the contrary - it is their fighting style that creates this disadvantage.

Julius is mostly attached to the sword, while Elsa can make bigger jumps, acrobatics and fast movements, thanks to the fact of using smaller weapons.

"It seems that I am better than you, Spirit Knight! I imagine what your insides must be like ... "

But, Julius still keeps his weapon, the one that brought him fame ... His Spiritual Arts.

Calling his six spirits, for the entertainment of Elsa Granhiert, Julius makes his blade shine in six colors, filling the entire space with the explosion of varied and mobile colors, but which never mix completely.

"El Clauseria."

Julius makes a magical onslaught with the blade of his sword, coated in colors. Elsa swerves, but at the end of it, Julius launches a cut upward, which sends a magic "C" shaped blade towards Elsa.

The blow erupts through the roof, taking Elsa with it, which leaves a medium hole in the structure, allowing a view of the early evening sky.

Julius remains on guard when the figure of Elsa emerges from the nearby window, breaking the window into a myriad of pieces.

"El Huma!"

Says Emilia, pointing her attack at Elsa, and in the blink of an eye, the ice projectiles she had conjured before fly like Anti-Tank Shots, making several smaller holes in the walls, but none actually hitting her, since she cut them off with a kukri.

"Up here!" Puck's voice occupies the building.

And in less than a second, more ice flies towards Bowel Hunter, this time directed to the ground. This occurs in some consecutive instances, until Elsa finally stops, looking at Puck as a child admires a colorful lollipop.

"A spirit? My goodness ... I always wanted to open the stomach of a spirit! "

"Nice to meet you, my name is Puck! Are you enjoying the dance of your death? I hope so!"

Elsa tries to move, only to find that her foot is trapped by ice.

"I wasn't shooting these randomly!" Puck speaks.

He and Emilia aim for a final attack on Elsa, launching a huge ice crystal, aiming to trap it in its structure. Since Julius' attack had consumed Elsa's magic cloak, she had no chance but to deflect the attack in a somewhat questionable way ...

"Did she just cut her own foot ?!" Ryan speaks out loud, watching the fight as he thinks about how dire the possibilities are.

Julius had just arrived to provide assistance, and together with Puck and Emilia, they fired some moves and Magic, which is not as efficient as expected, in Ryan's view.

Behind them, Felt and Rom hide behind the counter. Rom knows he can't scratch Elsa, and he also stops Felt from going. With his enormous size, the old man would only unbalance the clash in favor of Bowel Hunter.

"She really is a monster ..." Ryan thinks.

... ... ...

"Get away from us, you monster!"

... ... ...

"Heh ... What a great time to remember that ..."

Elsa, in a quick move, completely ignores Emilia and Julius. Puck had already finished his service time, and had retired to his crystal. Emilia now uses only the help of the lesser spirits.

Elsa jumps over Julius' head, using his sword as the springboard. Like a lightning bolt, she runs towards Ryan, throwing a blow that almost took the boy by surprise, had he not defended himself with his own sword.

Rom decides to do something, and removing his club from its compartment on the counter, tries a blow against Elsa.

"You are not going to kill anyone here ...!" He screams, trying to hit her.

With just a light laugh, Elsa once again uses the enemy's weapon to her advantage, jumping on it, aiming for a decisive blow to Rom's neck ...

... ... ...

"I'm still here...!"

... ... ...

The sound of the thin sword cutting through the air is characteristic. In a single move, Elsa uses the giant's body to jump back again, away from the attackers. Something just had happened.

She grabs her hand ... Or at least the place where it should be. Blood runs down her arm in abundance, dripping onto the wooden floor.

The left hand had been cut off neatly and quickly. The cut is perfect, like a cut on a piece of butter. Ryan's sword was responsible for that.

"Boy ..." Rom tries to say something, in the face of the whole experience.

"Relax, old man. People like you and me have to help each other, don't we? " Ryan says. In the back of his mind, he remembers the conversation they had about being survivors of wars in another reality. "Leave it with me."

Felt can barely contain her tears when she learns that Rom has not been scratched. She keeps her teeth heavily together and her eyes closed, trying not to show a tear.

With that, Rom just hugs her, entrusting their lives to the unknown boy, but with such a familiar stare.

"I admit that, perhaps, possibly, there is a certain chance that I am just a little irritated now ..." She bites the tip of her tongue in an expression of anger, holding her arm without a hand.

Suddenly, her hand, which has been on the ground all this time, moves again, walking like a spider back to its owner through her fingers, reconnecting with Elsa.

" Okay ... I'm going to have some terrible nightmares about this in the future ... That was disgusting." Ryan announces, swallowing his saliva before preparing his sword once more.

"El Huma!"

"Clarista!"

More ice and an explosion of color take over the air, forcing Elsa to turn back.

"It's time to use our Tactical Nuke!"

Ryan looks up at the ceiling, putting both megaphone-shaped hands around his mouth, and imbuing his throat with a small amount of Mana, launches a scream of several decibels into the air.

"REINHARD! IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE! "

... ... ...

A powerful explosion of wind appears through the doorway, accompanied by a white and red shadow.

"It's finally time to act, huh? Sorry if I was a little late! " Reinhard says, entering through the ruined front door.

" Heh ... This modesty of yours surprises me, Rein ... You can certainly handle that one over there. She's not much ... Not close to you! "

Reinhard scratches the back of his head, having a hard time accepting the compliment.

"Ah, and Reinhard ... Have fun!"

Ryan throws his sword into the Swordsman's hands. As he handled the blade earlier, he spoke to the boy about his own sword. The Dragon Sword Reid cannot be drawn, but for a worthy opponent.

Elsa is not a worthy opponent for the sword, so Reinhard needs another one.

"I will be forever grateful!" Once again, the childish look of appreciation returns to Reinhard as soon as he holds the gun.

"Thank us by killing her, please!" Ryan responds, waving to Reinhard, before turning his back on Emilia, Julius, Felt and Rom.

"Ah, you're not going ..."

Elsa tries to throw a throwing knife, which is interrupted in its path by Reinhard.

"I will be your opponent from now on. Reinhard Van Astrea, from the line of Masters Swordsmen. It's a pleasure." Reinhard respectfully greets you.

"Elsa Granhiert, Bowel Hunter. Let's dance, Master Swordsman. "

And so, a unilateral striking strikes begins, with Elsa trying to attack Reinhard from all sides, only to see that none of her blades threatens to get in the same path as the Swordsman.

Meanwhile, Reinhard basically ignores his enemy, playing and swinging Ryan's sword, making brief silver marks form in the air with each cut.

"It is good to see that you are all well."

Ryan approaches the group. Felt and Rom are in perfect condition, while Emilia heals a superficial cut on Julius' left arm, which doesn't last long.

"And how's the fight going?" Julius questions him.

"Reinhard is taking care of her. We have nothing to worry about. That guy is a battle tank. " Ryan points back with his thumb, smiling a little.

Julius doesn't understand the meaning of those last words, but he smiles anyway.

He turns to the side, noticing Felt, who is still trying to hide her tears, which are now of happiness, says.

"Thank you ... Thank you for saving old Rom ..." She bites her teeth, gripping the handle of a dagger she carries tightly.

Ryan responds by placing his hand on the top of Felt's head, caressing it. Such a gesture receives a response look from her.

"As you say, live strong, Felt."

Ryan kneels to find himself on a visual level closer to Felt's.

"... But there is a certain thing that does not belong to you, and that needs to be returned ... You know what that is." He says. "Let's take care of doing this as soon as this is over, okay?"

Felt just responds with a shy, guilty nod.

"That's great. Now ... REINHARD, FIRE IN THE HO! "

Through one of his many Divine Blessings, Reinhard feels that Ryan is proud of that strange statement, but soon understands the message.

Elsa is frustrated. None of his efforts had been rewarded. Reinhard is really as good or even more than they say.

And in one last movement, the Swordsman accumulates Mana in the sword, making a bluish glow occupy the entire building, which quickly grows from a simple light to something blinding ... And in a mere second, everything disappears in light ...

FIGHT OFF

"Huh, it didn't break ..."

After all the destruction, Reinhard looked at the sword, realizing that it remained intact, even after all that. Any blade other than his Dragon Sword Reid would have been at least a little damaged by that.

The clapping sound became closer, until it reached Master Swordsman.

"That firework show was quite incredible ...! Thank you very much for your cooperation being our Tactical Nuke, Rein! You saved the day! " It was Ryan, who came over to see the enormous damage done to the structure of the House of Negotiation.

There, under Luna's silver Light, Reinhard felt his eyes widen, and a strange feeling took over his chest ...

"What did you call me before ...?" He asked, a strange tremor in his voice.

"Tactical Nuke?"

"The other name ..."

"Rein? Ah, sorry ... It's a nickname. I should have talked to you before. If you don't want me to call you that- "

"NO! I mean ... No, no problem ... It's a good nickname! I'm very grateful." He replied, in a little panic in his smile.

Without saying anything else, Ryan smiled, closing his eyes, patting Reinhard on the shoulder.

"Are we going, Rein? There are still people who want to thank you for today. "

Ryan took the lead, Reinhard just looking, with that smile, at the dark-skinned boy with achromatic clothes.

"Aren't you going to follow?"

"O-oh, of course!"

Felt approached Emilia, who was talking to Julius about something. Strangely shy, she caught the attention of the silver-haired girl.

"H-hey ..."

"What's up, Felt-Chan?"

"Well, it's just ..."

Felt took the shiny stone out of his pocket, showing it to Emilia.

"I ... I kind of wanted to give it back ... Thanks for helping us, even though I stole from you ..." She says.

Emilia just smiled, thanking her in return.

"Thank you, Felt-Chan."

"Miss Emilia, I- Reinhard, come and see this now!" Julius shouted as he realized the jewel Felt was holding.

"What's up, Julius?" He and Ryan finally caught up with them.

... And that's when Reinhard realized what was happening there ... He immediately grabbed Felt's arm, who tried to break free.

"Leave me...! Let me go!" Felt struggled.

"What is your name?! And your age?!" Reinhard asked as if it were a matter of life and death.

" Huh ?! My name is Felt ... And I am 15 years old, I think ... "

"Family's name!"

"I do not have a...! I was raised by Old Rom! Now let me go ...! "

"You can let go of Felt right now-"

To everyone's surprise, except Julius, Reinhard manipulated Mana around Rom and put him into a trance. He did the same with Felt, and soon they both went out, sleeping soundly.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience, but there is a very important matter to be decided now ... I must leave at this very moment!" Reinhard says. "Come on, Julius! We must depart."

Julius kneels for one last time in front of Emilia, kissing her hand. He then approaches Ryan, extending a hand.

"It was a good fight. I hope we can work again in the future, Ryan. "

"Likewise, Julius. It was quite an opportunity, and I- "

... ... ...

"You are going to die now ...!"

Elsa emerged from the rubble, and soon directed her attack on Emilia ...

"Breath of the Angel."

... only to be interrupted by a force that she couldn't see. This force pushed her with immense speed against the wall opposite to her direction, crushing wood in the process.

Emilia, who had her eyes closed, opens them and is surprised by the spellcaster of that spell. No one but the mysterious boy held out his hand, from which an almost transparent purple wave emerged. His eyes also shone brightly in that color.

"You lost. Reinhard and Julius are still here. You are no longer in a position to fight. Any smart fighter would beat out. " Ryan said it, holding out his open palm.

" Huh ... Very well ... I will listen to your advice ... For now. Take good care of your insides, nameless boy ... I will one day come for them. "

"I said ... Don't worry about learning my name." Ryan replied, seriously.

And with a last laugh, Elsa Granhiert flees the infinite horizon.

The situation had already been resolved. For some reason, Reinhard and Julius decided to disappear with Felt ... I just hope they don't do anything to her ...!

There's no point in using Transport now. It would be an absurd expense of Mana, a luxury I no longer have. It seems that I will have to take this sword with me ...

"Back to the old days of prowling the world in search of work ..." I say, making my way beyond the House of Negotiations.

Usually, I can end up taking a mission to end a dangerous monster or something ... That actually makes a lot of money.

With nowhere to go ... Once again it's me and the world ...!

... Or maybe I can consider Julius or Reinhard's offer ...

"H-hey!"

I turn around, sword over my shoulder.

"Huh? What is it? Some problem?"

Emilia approaches me, her expression slightly embarrassed.

"Y-you… what's your name? And please, no jokes ... "

I laugh a little at that attitude, lowering my sword.

"My name is Ryan. Ryan Savoia. "

Emilia's eyes widen with the moonlight ... She is really beautiful.

"My name is Emilia. Just Emilia ... I don't know why you helped me, but ... I want to do something in return for you. "

"Oh, nice to meet you, Just Emilia!" It makes her laugh a little. "But you don't have to do anything in return. I did what I thought was right. "

"Please, I insist! You said you had nowhere to stay, right? Well, I don't think there will be any problems with hosting you in the mansion where I am! Accept it! "

So she's that type, huh ...?

"You're not going to give up until I accept, are you?" I ask.

"Definitely not!" She responds like a child.

"Very well ... I think I will accept, yes."

Emilia celebrates a little, smiling sweetly. I try not to show too much appreciation for that expression.

"Let's go? There is a girl named Ram, who must be very worried about me by this time ... "

"Sure, lead the way."

"Welcome, Miss Emilia, and ..."

"Ryan. His name is Ryan. He helped me a lot today. He will come with us to the mansion. "

The pink-haired maid, kept short, bowed low.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Anry. May your awful being get on the carriage to accompany us. "

"Oh, right. So we have this type here too ... Neat. " Ryan thought, analyzing the maid's manners, before jumping into the carriage.

STORY TRIVIA

Drana: Goddess of Love in the Underworld. Twin sister of Hudur, the god of War.