Remnant: Angel of Death

Chapter 7: Meeting.

Rachel analyzed multiple information at once. The cameras in the plaza where Weiss Schnee's performance took place, the drones mapping the city and finding Blake Belladonna, hacking on the communication channel of SDC personnel and checking the surveillance system of Azrael's cabin. Such level of multitasking could only be achieved thanks to her unmatched processing power.

As one of the drones spotted Azrael and Neopolitan enjoying Weiss' song, she felt satisfaction or at least its artificial equivalent.

Her search extended for another hour, it was when she was able to find the faunus she was looking for.

A teenager with yellow eyes, black hair and a bow on top of it hiding her cat ears. The facial recognition showed more than the 90% of match, a good sign. Knowing that losing her would mean more job and stress, she sent a drone to follow her into the woods.

With her "brain" kind of relieved from one task, she checked on Azrael a last time before focusing on her other tasks.

In the biggest plaza of the city, a bunch of calmed dances had taken over the free space. The pace of the song was slow and kind of...romantic. Jonathan and Neopolitan were sat on a bank simply watching the scene with a beer. The small woman downed the can faster than he could say scooter brother which was quite impressive for a lady. The minutes passed calmly and the four beers downed by Neopolitan began to be evident with her face flushed and fairly impulsive behavior.

Unable to apply precise control of her aura, she literally carried him when she hugged him and easily took him to the dance floor. As much as he would like to escape, her supernatural strength held him in place and forced him to follow her rhythm.

"Neo," he said trying to contain his annoyance. "You are getting drunk, we should head to the r-"

Ignoring what he said, she pressed her head against his chest and slowed down her pace. Azrael looked away to hide the violent blush that took over his face, at that point he would have gently grabbed her shoulders and push her away and probably walk away with a fast pace but that was not possible, once again, her supernatural strength was holding him in place; it was like wearing a straightjacket and being chained to the walls, movement was nearly impossible.

He began to panic when her hands stopped holding his hand and shoulder and grasped his back instead; she raised her gaze and stared at his eyes just generating more panic. His heart sank into his stomach and suddenly found himself unable to speak a word, his lack of experience was surely taking a toll on his mind; Mike surely would have not react like him but he was a slut. How was he going to get out from that situation? How was he going to look away when her hand firmly grasped his jaw?

For a moment, he paralyzed when Neo stood on her tip toes and drew her face closer to his while forcing him to bend over.

Among the cocktail of hormones poured into his blood and the expectation, he was able to regain his reason and stopped her by putting a hand on her chest and pushing her away from him. His mind was so confused that it was only when he noticed her smirk that he was aware of his hand, it was not precisely on her chest but groping her breast. He had no idea how soft breasts normally were but he could swear that it felt softer than it should. Was it the dress?

She was busty, not like Yang whose breasts possibly were bigger than his hands -not like he ever thought about it-,Neo's fitted in his hand perfectly or that what was he believed, the dress obstructed his view and he could not make a proper judgment...

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING?!

Azrael retired his hand as if he had just received an electric discharge; to restore his now destroyed dignity, he cleared his throat and looked around. Fortunately, few people noticed and even fewer had a weird smirk on their faces and even winked at him.

What was their problem?! Couldn't they see he was panicking?!

"Neo," he spoke with a calm tone that even impressed himself.

Alright, he couldn't talk with her there, too many people were watching. They should mind their own business.

Holding her arm, he took her out of the crowd and eventually of the plaza. They stopped in a alleyway, he made sure to not get her dress dirty with the wall. The silence allowed him to hear his heart hitting his chest and Neo's soft and rapid breathing; now that he paid careful attention, she looked quite beautiful under the light of the shattered moon.

She then downed another can of beer...Wait, where did that one come from?

"Neo, we cannot do this."

She simply crossed her arms and rose and eyebrow but with a creepy smirk carved on her face.

"We have met each other for a year now and you should have already know that our lifestyle is dangerous. It is a great risk that we should not take."

Neo tapped her foot and put her hands on her hips not satisfied with his answer.

He had already set his mind, his answer will be a negative one but he was afraid of hurting her and the idea of having someone so close to his heart was scary. Her friendship was...appreciated and he would hate to ruin it with a romantic relationship that was doomed to fail but he kind of did not want to totally lose the chance either. So complicated, at least with his answer he was going to buy enough time to think in a way to totally close the door for a romance without hurting her feelings.

With a sigh, he continued. "Right now I am busy and I do not feel ready for a relationship. If we ever do such a thing and it goes wrong, our friendship will be strained or disappear completely and I kind of cannot bear with the idea of you hating me. Also, I have a lots of enemies and-"

Neo interrupted him by closing the distance nearly stumbling with her own feet and grabbing him by the necktie. She took her Scroll from her pocket and wrote something, she scowled after missing letters multiple times, and showed it to him.

"Friends with benefits."

Azrael ignored his racing heart, cold sweat and the butterflies having a breakdance showoff in his stomach. As tempting it was, he simply could not do such a thing, he was a romantic person and he worked with a simple logic.

Sex could only be performed if there was love, if not then it lacked magic and soul.

And he knew himself, after the first passionate and intimate encounter, he would hopelessly fall in love with her which would be bad if he wanted to carry on with his dangerous lifestyle.

"No, that is not-I mean, we cannot-"

Neo rolled her eyes and simply petted his head finding cute his indecision and shyness, her mind was clouded by the alcohol and could only use a direct strategy at the moment. She just wanted the both of them to be in the inn with the doors closed, a bottle of whiskey cream and maybe, maybe some handcuffs but he was not able to even touch her shoulder without requesting first.

"Let's just go back to the plaza, or better yet, back to our room so you can rest."

She sighed and shrugged defeated.

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The sun was covered by white clouds that took several and strange shapes; as consequence, the heat was not as strong as the past day. Neo had returned to wear her usual outfit while her friend was already geared up from head to toes with a uniform and futuristic-looking helmet, the one he referred to as Ronin Ballistic Helmet.

Brigid, the woman that helped him in Junior's club, delivered his equipment to his location considerably fast. It was kind of satisfactory to know that his habit to be prepared for any situation had paid off; he knew that some day adding green, brown and black patterns to his uniform, vest and helmet would be useful.

Azrael's combat belt had a pistol on the right side, magazines and a canteen with water, and a small bag filled with a wide variety of tools. On his back, a carbine hung in a rear sweep position. His vest had two pairs of throwing knives on the sides. He used a thigh bag too.

He lowered the thermal googles on his helmet bringing them to eye level, apparently they were working perfectly which was a relief; between the technology of the helmet he used to deal with criminals or grimm and the helmet's backup, he was running out of resources, mostly technology. Maybe a raid to another corrupt SDC facility was in order, no, the company had been really alert since the last time they took over the half of its facilities on Mistral, it was not like acquiring resources was in his priorities list, he could fare well for a little longer.

Among the trees, an evident hand-made wall of robust logs was visible. Azrael upped his thermal goggles and took a better look at it.

He dragged Neo behind a tree and inspected from there with his telescopic scope. Some faunus might have a nearly perfect night vision but few had the eyesight of an eagle so it was unlikely for any member of that camp would be able to spot them at all. However, just for precaution, he pulled Neo until she was behind him.

The camp was not as big as the one he saw in the eastern forests but it worked just fine. With his thermal mission, he could see through walls which helped him to detect several members of the White Fang, it was really hard to distinguish from there but he could swear that people were knelt with their hands on the back, he could not be absolutely sure until he got closer. He upped the thermal googles again and took cover behind the robust tree before touching his technologically advanced watch.

The watch was not a common one, it was as big as normal one and had a tactile screen durable enough to withstand heavy impacts. It looked as if it could only tell the date, hour and weather but its true functions were well hidden only accessible with the right password and if it recognized the nanomachines in the user's body. Of course that Azrael had unlocked all of them and was able to have more information and tools that could give him the upper hand in combat. A compass, a map, information about his vitals in real time, limited chemical analysis to check the purity of the air which was aided by the user's nanomachines, and an aura gauge directly linked to his Scroll. There were another two or three functions but their use was limited at the time.

Upon tapping the screen twice, the watch showed the neon purple circle that represented Rachel.

"Rachel, is this the place?"

"The drone in the area confirms so. Blake Belladonna is in the camp. The communication devices are fairly well encrypted and the drones have limited hacking capacity. Should I try?"

"Only hack the lieutenant's Scroll, install a backdoor and a way to transfer the data to one of my spare Scrolls. Abort if it gets too risky."

"Understood."

He turned to Neo and looked at her from heads to toes. Since what happened last night he was suddenly more aware of her charms, her short height, her beauty and cuteness, the way in which her clothes were kind of provocative, specially her black corset accentuating her...breasts and exposing her hips. He shook his head, getting distracted was not an option at the moment.

Neo tapped his shoulder with her parasol; she changed her appearance with her semblance and pointed at the camp.

"No, you will not go alone. I have history with their group but none of them is going to recognize me, I do not even think the members of this branch are the same."

It was true, Azrael had spent some time helping out the White Fang with their heists and some people might recognize him, not many people on Remnant used that type of protective gear or most of his weapons. He was there to know what was doing the ninja cat girl and then inform her parents, that was it. Right, some days ago he received a message from the White Fang asking him to meet them somewhere, maybe that was a good moment to check on that, killing two ravens with a stone (ha!)

"Neo, use your semblance to mimic the environment, I will approach from behind."


Kuo Kuana, Menagerie.

Mike, Azrael's friend, stood up from the bed of the house and somehow managed to not wake up the pretty cat girl and the gorgeous bunny girl. He was respectful enough to leave a note thanking them for the last night and encouraging them to find their true love with subtle words that made clear that he didn't want to hang out with the women on the bed anymore.

Now dressed up with a buttoned white shirt, brown pants and black shoes, he headed towards the boat that belonged to the White Fang in which its High Leader and her small crew were. He had his tactical belt equipped as well, in the worst scenario he had his weapons at hand-reach in case of emergency.

"Well, enough sex for me, gotta lend a hand to the monk," Mike thought as he swiftly walked among the people of the settlement. As he walked, his mind went back to the conversation he had with his friend a few days earlier, it was obvious that Azrael wanted to marry the ice cream or at least take a good taste but even when their relationship was in the point between the friendzone and a full romance nothing happened, he could say the same about the tigress; she was pretty close to his friend, both showed clear signs of attraction for each other and...his friend refused to take the damn first step.

He reached the pier without even realizing it, as usual, he scanned his surroundings a little in case of danger.

The boat in question was a small one that was primary used by independent fishermen and it even looked like that. One faunus controlled the boat while Sienna simply waited on a chair. The tigress' eyes were closed and her head lowered, she surely had a rough night; damn, if that was the case then things looked bad for his friend.

"Gotta be honest, was expecting something bigger and intimidating."

"I am supposed to not attract undesired attention. A big boat with the White Fang's banner would not be subtle," replied Sienna now with her legs crossed and her head raised.

Mike nodded at the captain of the ship and he returned the gesture, good to see that some of them were respectful enough. Confidently, Mike walked to the High Leader and sat on a box.

"So, your highness. Why did you call me?"

Unlike Azrael who always had a neutral face and kind of dead gaze (which was accentuated by the dark circles under his eyes), Sienna had a permanent stern face and a fierce gaze. Curiously enough, her face was more severe than usual, he wondered why.

"Azrael."

"Of course, you want to know more about the human that caught your heart."

"He is not my lover," she clarified for the...she lost the count.

"I am impressed, even while lying you never abandon your strong tone, kudos," he accompanied the last words with a round of applause.

Sienna scowled and almost showed her sharp teeth but was able to contain such a childish action. Sometimes she really wanted to use her whip, Cerberus, to hit him across the face but she was a person not an animal but that man surely had a talent to annoy everyone.

"I just need to talk to Azrael. Nothing more and nothing else."

She interlocked her fingers and focused her eyes on Mike. He shielded his face with a hand, the wind had moved the clouds letting the sunlight fall upon the earth and water with more power. Sienna who was already used to the climate had no problems with the heat nor the light.

"Well, you can just call him. Don't you have his number?"

"If I had it I would have called him already."

"One night-stand, huh?"

"..."

"Fine, I'll call him. But do you really need to call him? Aren't you going to find him by yourself?"

"Not yet. I will not travel to Vale just for him to refuse, I prefer to call him and save my time."

Mike stood up and stretched his back, his red eyes focused on Sienna's for a second. She really meant her words, not that he could blame her, make an one-week trip just to receive a negative answer.

"I know that it's not my business but where are you heading to?" he asked. If she was not going to Vale then the only options were Vacuo or Mistral the travel to arrive at any of them would be longer than the travel to Vale.

"Vacuo."

"Can you drop me in Vale?"

"No, we are going to take a major detour to avoid the coast guard."

Her bluntly honest answer pretty similar to the way in which Azrael answered just that his tone was neutral and not irritated as hers. With a defeated sigh, he took his Scroll from his tactical belt.

"Calling him right now," he announced while activating the speaker.

For a couple of seconds there was nothing but after what possibly was a minute, the call was answered.

"Right in time, Zaqiel. I have found the princess, inform the chieftain."

Just like that, the call was finished earning a rose eyebrow from Sienna and a smirk from Mike who simply called again. This time the ph-Scroll was picked up faster.

"As much as I would love to have a sexy call, I am quite busy at the moment."

"Wait, I need to tell you something of critical importance."

"What is it?"

Mike got closer to Sienna and signaled her to talk.

"Azrael."

"Miss Khan? What do I owe the pleasure?"

For a brief moment, Azrael's neutral tone trembled although it probably was his imagination.

"I know you already are aware of the offer I made to your partner."

"I am. I have been thinking about it."

"Really?" she said with a slight eagerness hard to notice if you were not paying attention.

"That is correct. While I do not support the White Fang's actions against innocents I may be able to accept your offer if I inspect your operations very close."

Sienna sat straight and took the Scroll from Mike's hand. "Do you want to be a kind of advisor?"

"That would be nice but not just that. I want to be a member of your organization."

"What?" if she was not surprised before now she truly was. Her face showed her temporary shock for a second.

"I know that the last time we talked I was harsh but I have been keeping an eye on y...The White Fang, I have noticed a significant decrease on the violent actions."

"It would be a true honor to have you as a fang."

"I have conditions, High Leader. Besides my payment for my services as instructor, I want to lead the branch in Vale."

Sienna fell silent still processing what he had just said, the idea of having a human as one of the commanders of an organization purely formed by faunus to achieve fair treatment for their race...just saying it aloud sounded crazy and nonsensical. If she accepted, the people under her command would have a negative view of her and she might even lose many of them, but in the other hand Azrael had experience to carry on with missions in a professional manner and train the recruits besides he organized and commanded missions when he was working for the White Fang and those missions had wonderful results.

"Why would you want to be a commander of the White Fang?"

"I believe in freedom and justice, High Leader. And I am a thriller-seeker that loves danger, there's nothing as dangerous as commanding a paramilitary organization. Do we have a deal?"

"You are a human, Azrael. Many members have a grudge against humanity, the last thing the White Fang needs is its leader losing the loyalty and respect of more than the half of its members."

"That is a fair point of view but your cause is not slaving humanity but achieving peaceful coexistence, am I right?"

"Yes, that was the original goal."

"With me as a commander, the White Fang will be a step closer to that goal. Think about it, a human helping the faunus showing that many humans can be good and what is even better, humans believe in peaceful coexistence as well."

Mike shrugged and shaking his hand and tilting his head from side to side he gave his opinion. "That's a good idea."

Sienna caressed the bridge of her nose, it was true that if she kept doing things the same way the true goal of the White Fang will never be achieved, she took the position of High Leader because there were no results when Ghira was in charge and she hadn't realized that she wasn't having results neither. Something, that she had been thinking about lately was the fact that she instead of taking steps forwards to coexistence, she had taken two steps back by turning the organization into a paramilitary group. Faunus all throughout Remnant have been accepted just for fear of the White Fang's reprisals, that was not coexistence at all.

"I trust you, Azrael. But this is a full-time job, the lives of several faunus will depend on your actions as well as the public view of the White Fang."

"I am completely aware of the responsibilities, High Leader. I will be fully committed to the cause."


"You are Vale's branch new commander. But what will you do about Adam?"

"I will take care of that, do not worry."

Azrael had a wide smile on his face, it was very good that his face was hidden under the helmet.

"No one is going to believe it. You must attend to Mistral, to our headquarters where you'll be officially named as the new leader of Vale's branch."

"I see. When will this ceremony take place?"

"Not sure, within a month or maybe less, I'll contact you."

"Understood. May the winds be strong and your sail safe."

He ended the call by pressing his Scroll, he put it back in his belt and sat on the table next to Neo who gave him a canteen to drink and refresh himself. The bonfire in front of them took care of boiling the water for the soup. There in the middle of the camp, they were surrounded by tents of various sizes, a great wall built with tall and robust logs brought together thanks to vines and ropes. There were two small towers made of logs that worked to spot threats before they could get too close. Building surely was eased by the supernatural abilities bestowed by aura.

Azrael had had the luck of meeting many familiar faces in the camp, recruits he saved back in his days of helping the White Fang, some faunus that were saved from SDC mines and other dark places. Those who were saved and helped by him showed no signs of hatred towards humans and were kind enough to give Neo a tank top to replace her black corset, it was alright to wear in the capital where the weather was almost always cold but not in the nothern coastline where the sun struck with more force.

The black tank top made things worse for Azrael, Neo was right next to him and since she was shorter than him, he could catch a glimpse of her cleavage and he could say that he was very wrong about her breasts, they were bigger than he thought, not like Yang's and they were kinda cute with the pink lace brassier...

Alright, he really should not think in such a way about Neo. His face got all red when he noticed that Neo was staring at him with a smile on her face, she surely didn't care about his gawking she seemingly even enjoyed it...that was stupid to think, no woman would like a man lusting over her body like an animal on heat. It was clear that she was just mocking him for being a pervert.

"Sir," called a member of the White Fang that rushed to hand him a canteen filled with clean water. "It's a surprise seeing you here."

"Certainly," Azrael replied while giving the canteen back at Neo after pulling out the flexible plastic tube that he used to drink when he didn't want to take off his helmet. It was nothing from another world, well, it kind of was but nothing that a human was not used to. He simply lifted his helmet a little to slip the tube inside and put it in his mouth.

"So, sir. I'm sorry if I was rude but I kind of heard your conversation..."

Azrael smirked under his helmet. "Let's just say that I am your new boss, it is not official yet."

He was not able to see it due to the grimm mask the members of White Fang used to wear but he could say that the soldier was pretty surprised.

"For real?"

"Do I look like joking to you?"

Complete silence, his neutral voice did not sound friendly at all.

"Eeeh, we are using the things you taught us. We hunted a boar and used its fat to make soap."

Azrael nodded and simply checked his watch; for the soldier who already was familiar with his behavior, the silence was not awkward at all and simply kept on completing the tasks assigned. Neo had already gotten bored and began to play with her parasol, each time the mercenary sat next to her took an occasional peek at her cleavage she made sure to make him notice that she knew what he was doing. Last night she was drunk but not enough to not remember what she did, maybe if she had showed her cleavage a little more she would have succeeded but that man had way more self-control than she thought.

"Wait for me here, I must talk with the leader of this camp. Please, do not attract unwanted attention, Laverna, you are pretty good at that."

As he stood up, Neo used her parasol to spank him. She simply smirked and shrugged, there was no witty comment and if she had to guess, he had blushed under his helmet. He simply walked to the main tent...he swayed his hips a little too much or at least that was what Neo thought when she focused on...

"Hey, Miss. I don't mean to bother but...Are you Spectre's girlfriend?"

Neo could only grin at the question.

Azrael got into the main tent, and just as he was expected, Adam Taurus and his lieutenant were waiting for him. Blake Belladonna was hidden on the shadows but his watch had detected her aura, it would be hard to even know she was there, he trained her well. It was a good thing that Adam didn't pull out his sword neither the lieutenant, at least he was not perceived as hostile.

Adam Taurus was a young man, taller than Azrael for a head and a half. He had two small horns in his forehead concealed by his slicked back wavy red hair, his eyes were covered by the distinctive mask worn by the members of the White Fang, he wore an asymmetric black jacket with a depiction of a white rose, dressing pants and shoes with red soles. He had black gloves with an omega symbol.

He grasped his sheathed sword. The sword was a red bladed chokuto and the scabbard was, in fact, a rifle, their name was Wilt an Blush respectively.

"A change is nothing but a combination of circumstances," Adam said a phrase seemingly without sense.

"Just like the small fly of a butterfly that creates a tornado," answered Azrael also with a strange phrase.

Both of them relaxed after confirming each other's identity. Although the mercenary's equipment was unique in Remnant, someone could duplicate it somehow and steal his identity so that was a way to confirm that Azrael was indeed Azrael and everyone in the White Fang knew that he preferred to die before revealing information.

"Glad to see you here, Spectre," greeted Adam with calm and respect.

"You asked for my help," Azrael answered with the same tone. "I apologize if bringing a companion was against the rules."

"Don't worry about it, I know you wouldn't bring anyone you don't consider trustworthy."

For many, the trust and respect Adam showed to a human was unbelievable but was just natural for the ones who were close to Adam and the ones who knew the story between those two. Blake came out from the shadows just as relaxed.

Blake Belladonna was a teenager, a 17 years-old young lady. She had long black hair, yellow eyes and a bow on top of her head. The hilt of her personal weapon, Gambol Shroud, poked out from her shoulder; it was a mystery at least to Azrael how some people managed to hang their weapons on their backs. Did their aura had a magnetic field or something?

As she walked got closer, his eyes subconsciously focused on her breasts that jiggled with each step.

"Did they get bigger or is it just her brassier that is loose?" it took him an instant to realize what he was thinking. "No, I shall not disrespect a woman like that."

Azrael or Spectre as he was known among the members of the White Fang, bowed at Blake who did the same.

"Glad to see you have grown into a beautiful woman," she blushed. "And Mister Taurus, you have become a good leader."

Adam didn't say anything but simply nodded, he had walked to his improvised chair and took a seat planning on his head what he was going to say.

"I notice you have raised your rank, Lieutenant Smith."

The tall and muscular lieutenant nodded and proudly showed his uniform and badge. "The High Leader did it personally."

Azrael nodded and looked at Adam. The red-haired swordsman ordered the lieutenant to give them privacy, Blake was allowed to stay due to her knowing exactly what happened. Spectre and Blake sat on the ground right in front of Adam.

"I though you wouldn't come, Spectre," confessed the swordsman. "But here you are, as loyal as always."

"I abandoned the White Fang when it turned too violent but I am not going to abandon any of you if there is trouble."

Adam silently nodded while Blake verbally thanked.

"I guess you want to go straight to the point as always," commented the swordsman.

"That is correct."

What followed was the explanation of the reason why he was summoned. A woman named Cinder Fall tried to make a deal with the White Fang branch that was in Vale and naturally Adam refused. According to the information, she was accompanied by a dark-skinned woman with green hair and eyes and the son of Marcus Black, Mercury; the latter was easier to know since Mercury had been building a reputation of his own in the criminal underworld as a deadly assassin of great skill.

Knowing all of that, Azrael could just believe that Cinder and her group were planning something big.

"I think you should accept her offer," he commented with a hand on his chin, well, his helmet's.

"I won't-" Adam was interrupted by Blake.

The pretty faunus looked at Azrael before sharing her theory. "You want us to play along to know what are her plans and then ruin them, right?"

"Exactly, stopping her right away would be good but we have no idea if she works for somebody else or if she has someone else to carry on with her plans if she gets apprehended. The worrying part is that she needs armed men, what makes me think she is planning some kind of assault. An associate of mine was also contacted by Cinder Fall, she also wants a lot of Dust for some reason."

The three of them fell silent trying to think on the best course of actions. The lives of the soldiers of the White Fang were on their hands, well, Adam's hence the difficulty of the task.

"Then our best way to keep us safe is assisting her plans just to double cross her later?" asked Blake not satisfied.

"Yes, it is. Without the knowledge about her capabilities and influence it would be unwise to make her furious. It is your decision, Adam."

The silence reigned for a couple of minutes, Azrael was not able to hear Adam's thoughts but was obvious that his brain was considering every positive and negative aspect as well as the consequences; it was just common sense for a leader to think carefully every decision that might endanger the people under their command. Nor Azrael nor Blake interrupted him, they understood the complexity of the decision.

"I will follow your plan," declared Adam. "We will play along and strike at the right moment."

Azrael stood up and while dusting off his butt, he added. "My associate might help with that."

Both men said goodbye with a silent nod; however, as soon as the man using weird-looking gear tried to set food outside the tent, Blake stopped him.

"Wait, are you going to leave just like that?"

Azrael nodded. "I have no further matters to attend to in this place or with the White Fang at the moment."

It had been months since the last time she saw him and during that time he didn't even call or sent a message, he disappeared from the lives of everyone and then just appeared to give his advice and then leave again immediately. The worst part is that everyone was used to that, it was obvious that Azrael was the type of person that liked to be distant and avoid social interaction if was possible, similar to Blake just that she merely was a little distant not so much.

Adam had already noticed that Azrael's immediate departure would sadden Blake so, swallowing his pride, he talked.

"You might stay here a little longer."

Adam Taurus asking a human to stick around for a while surely was shocking, Blake nearly fell to the ground while Azrael rose both eyebrows curious.

"Apologies but, as I said, I have no matters to attend to here."

It was true, the freelance gun for hire only stayed on a place if there was money involved. Blake didn't waste the chance, remembering that patrols watched a strange-looking Grimm dangerously close to the lake. That water body was the only source of clean water the camp had. The way in which the creature seemed to be closer to the camp was a good sign to pull out the heavy weaponry or call a huntsman.

"You do have. There had been sightings of a weird-looking Grimm that has been drawing dangerously close to the camp," said Blake.

Azrael turned around interested on the information. "Are you employing my services as a monster hunter? Fine, let's talk about my reward first."

Blake showed slight surprise on her face.

"Killing monsters is my job, you should not be surprised," he replied. "The initial fee is ten thousand liens, half now and the other half once the monster has been dealt with."

Blake turned her head to Adam who had stood up, she could not make deals on the White Fang's behalf.

"Fine," the swordsman answered.

Azrael focused on them and with his arms crossed, he asked.

"Tell me more about the monster."