Chapter 6: Inheritance

Lyn and Rein left the arena, shocked at what Zugu had told them, with his dying words.

"So I guess that princess with the dumb name is actually me", Lyn said. "I guess after I was adopted by the Lorca, they just shortened it to Lyn, so I could actually have a normal name."

"Wait, if you're a princess, doesn't that mean you're actually rich?" Reinhardt asked.

"Oh shit, you're right!" Lyn realised. "I've lived in a teepee with nothing to do, but ride horses, and shoot bows all my life. But now I can finally live like a dumb rich white girl, and wake up at 2pm with a hangover every single day! We need to find my dad, so we can poison him right away, and take the inheritance for ourselves."

"Hell yeah!" Rein agreed, as he went back to his horse. "You know the way to Caelin, right?"

"Yeah, but it's really far", she warned him. "We'll have to pass through a lot of poorly designed maps, along the way."

Meanwhile, Batta was just receiving word of Zugu's demise. "Zugu, slain by some brony girl?" he spat, a look of disbelief on his face. "This is dire. Time to call in a favor."

"You don't mean...", gasped one of his brigand henchmen.

"Oh, I mean him, alright. Send word to the Godslayer."

In a dark, dimly lit alley, in the streets of Bulgaria, a crowd had gathered to challenge a lone warrior. With unkempt brown hair, and a sleeveless red shirt, he looked every bit as rugged, as his blade did sharp. He turned to address the first of his challengers.

"State your name, warrior, and why you think this will be worth my time."

"They call me the Sword Demon", the challenger answered. "I've slain a stone giant. With just this blade." He unsheathed his Wo Dao.

"That's it, really?", said the rugged man, unimpressed. "And what about you?" he asked the next challenger.

"I'm Gay... err, Guy! Guy! And as for my most impressive accomplishment, I watched my wife's boyfriend fuck my wife for an entire hour, and I only cried for 20 minutes afterwards! 20 minutes! That's a third of the time I spent watching."

"Okay... All of you, just come at me at once", the master swordsman decided. "That's the only way this is gonna be any fun."

3 seconds later, and it was over. The rapid strokes of the master's blade had cut down the crowd of challengers as fast as they could unsheathe their blades.

"Weak", he said boredly, as he began to walk away. However, a messenger would approach him, only seconds later. "Huh, Batta's calling in the favor? Well, this could be interesting. No member of the Lorca tribe has ever wielded a sword, in the entire time they've walked the plains. But maybe that's exactly the kind of challenger I need."

Lyn and Reinhardt continued on their journey to Caelin, passing by an old church along the way. "They say the legendary bow of Sacae, Swift Mulagir is enshrined inside that church", Lyn told Reinhardt.

"I thought your bow was Mulagir?" he asked.

"This is just regular Mulagir. Swift Mulagir is a different weapon entirely. I can only imagine the power it might have... hey, let's break in and steal it!"

"Alright", Rein agreed. "Let's do this all stealthily. I'll go in, and distract the bishop, while you go over to the shrine and take the bow. Then, just as you're about to leave, I'll punch him in the balls, take his wallet, and tell him we got the bow too, just to mock him!"

"Good idea!" Lyn agreed. "You're the tactician for a reason!"

Intent on carrying out their plan, the duo approached the shrine. But before they could enter, the brown haired swordsman stood in their way. "You two. You're Batta's enemies, right?"

"Yeah, he's a bit of a prick, really", Rein said.

"So he's sent you to kill me now, right?" Lyn asked.

"That's right", the swordsman said bluntly. "My name's Glass."

"And the gods fear it, right?" Lyn said, with a roll of her eyes. "Which gods are those, then? Because we killed a bunch of neckbeard losers' Sothis in arena yesterday, and they weren't shit."

"You're a cocky one, aren't you?" Glass snarled. "I'm gonna enjoy beating the will to fight out of you."

"Hey Lyn, keep insulting him, but don't start the fight yet", Rein whispered to her. "I've got an idea."

"Oh, ok", she said. "Hey Glass! More like Ass!"

"Shut up.

"Glass, how do you feel about the fact that they put a nameless brigand on the Choose Your Legends poll, but not you? I guess your name mustn't be so great after all."

Meanwhile, Rein was sneaking through the church, looking for the Swift Mulagir. He spotted it on the shrine, and with no time to spare, told the bishop that there were a bunch of underage boys outside. The holy man quickly deserted his post, allowing the tactician to steal the prized bow.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. "With this, not even Glass will be able to stand up to Ly... oh god!"

His face was a portrait of dismay, as he read the effect of Swift Mulagir. Never in his life had he seen a legendary weapon so underwhelming. And it was green to boot.

"Well, we're dead", Rein said, with a dismissive sigh. He thought about fleeing the church, and trying to start over again. But as he made his way to the back exit, he felt bad about leaving Lyn behind. They hadn't spent a lot of time together, or even gotten particularly close, but she had never been anything but good to him. "Real men don't leave decent bitches behind. We only leave behind trash tier girls, like Hilda."

Glass had just been insulted by Lyn about 30 times now, and was about ready to snap and kill her. His hand fell to the hilt of his blade, when suddenly he felt something wrap around his arms. It was Reinhardt, using the bowstrings of the Swift Mulagir like rope to bind him. "Quick Lyn, shoot him!" he urged, which Lyn promptly obliged, loosing two bolts from the true Mulagir, one through the forehead, one through the heart.

"I thought you were getting that for me to use", she laughed.

"Look at it", Rein told her, throwing the worthless bow across to her.

"Wow, you've got to be fucking kidding me", she sighed. "Might as well burn that place down", she added, gesturing to the church.

Rein pulled Glass's body inside, before lighting a torch, and throwing it inside. Lyn threw the Swift Mulagir in along with him, and then the two of them walked off, having locked the door shut.