Emiline's POV.
My name is Emiline Lazarus, I'm 15 years old, and I'm an artificial human being, but I was human once.I'm actually glad to be alive again, because my creator didn't make me into a monster, but a normal human being. How I got revived, I have yet to discover, but I don't care right now. I don't remember much, but I called for help from other people, only to receive declines or comments about me being crazy. Before I called for help, my master told me to explore a mysterious anomaly in a basement of the recently abandoned basement. Before I could enter in, a 13 year old boy was waiting in the entrance of the basement. He told me that this will lead to a Dungeon. He told me that Dungeons were extremely dangerous and I shouldn't go alone. Just by looking at this kid, I can tell he's wise, yet at the same time not wise. I wonder why?
I called out to people to help me, but they all thought I was being shady, until a young adult male heeded my call. Though he seemed clueless and weak, both of us managed to conquer the Dungeon through tactics and treachery. In the end, we were met with treasure, and a murder. My friend died from two gunmen led by the same kid I met at the entrance of the Dungeon. I was devastated from my new friend's death, that I burst out crying. The dungeon started to crumble, and out of mysterious instinct, I grabbed an antique staff from one of the piles of treasure and I started to point it at my friend's dead body. I thought I was hysterical, but I chanted strange words that I never even heard of in my life.
"Rouhou Sihha*"
(Soul Heal)
Suddenly his body shone a yellow light, but before I could see more, I was put on a floating pentacle, leading to what I believed was Earth. I wanted to grab the man, but I was blocked by a barrier that was preventing me from escaping.
"Wait!" I called out to my dead friend.
I started getting farther away from him. Farther. Until he looked like a speck of dust. I never got to know his name.
Current Time
(Emiline woke up a few days after Frank's arrival)
That's weird. That man with the black shirt, blue jeans, and red sneakers. How did he come back to life? Or was he alive all along? Or was it a thief that stole his clothing? Whoever he was. I shouldn't be hiding behind a counter in the store. In fact, I shouldn't be in the middle of the Roman Empire Era! I really hope he doesn't reveal where his clothes came from!
"Miss, can you stop hiding behind my counter?" a local citizen said politely.
I scratched the back of my head, laughing awkwardly. I apologized through a bow and pursued that thief. Only question was, where was he? I kept on running to who knows whe-
*bonk*
My head hit a hard wall, or just something hard. I fell on my butt and rubbed my head from the damage with eyes clenched from the pain.
"Are you okay, miss?"
I opened up and saw a hand outstretched to me. I grabbed it and was helped back up by a burly pink haired man in golden armor. He seemed scary, but he had a friendly smile on his face.
"My apologies miss, I'm Mu Alexius, leader of the Fanalis Corps.," he said with a confident smile. This man seemed trustworthy. His smile and friendliness from his voice added to his trustworthiness. He spread out his arms as if he was a bird, flourishing his wings, "Welcome to Remana, capital of the Reim Empire."
Either I'm in an actual new world, or I'm in an alternate timeline where Remus found the Empire instead of Romulus. I'm pretty sharp when it comes to history. Oh the times when father even allowed me to go to school. All I just had to do was wear sleeved clothing to hide my stitches. Speaking of which, how did I even manage to develop as a normal human being? I remembered being "reborn" when I was only "5 years old". Never mind that, I had to introduce myself to this nice, tall man.
"I'm Emiline Lazarus, a nomad," I lied about the nomad part. If I was in Ancient Rome, then I'm going to have to not reveal the future. Maybe my existence will be altered.
"You seem lost, can I help?" he said to me.
"Have you seen a man in a black... er..."
What do Romans wear? Togas?
"Black... tunic?" he finished my sentence.
I nodded quickly from his response.
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Wait what does a tunic look like? I can't use my phone to look it up because there's no Wi-Fi. I decided to be honest.
"What's a tunic?" I whispered silently to Mu.
Mu chuckled lightly from my question. I had a feeling he would laugh harder, but I think he's trying to be respectful to my current plight.
"A tunic is a short sleeved shirt," he started to contemplate for a bit. Before he responded, his eyes widened from realization. He looked back at me with that same smile.
"Are you looking for one of our recent rising champions, Franklin Steinherz?" he asked.
"Who's Franklin?" I asked, raising a brow, "More importantly, is he the one wearing the black tunic, dark blue pants, and red... boots,"
A strange silence suddenly took over. The silence was about to end with Mu's reply, but then I saw him. He was walking casually with his hands in his pockets. Strange, he's wearing a large white sash, resembling some sort of cheap toga. He also has bandages on his head. Perhaps he might be a living dead. I quickly ran to him as fast as I could, leaving Mu standing in his current position. Wait. I halted my pursuit and turned back to Mu.
"Thanks for introducing me, Mu. Oh, and sorry for interrupting you,"
"No problems, Miss Emiline," he said waving.
Mu's POV.
I just stood there, speechless. I started to think to myself again. Both of Emiline and Franklin's clothes sure seemed... connected. Perhaps, they both had a time together? Are they from the same place?
A childish image formed in my head. The hooded Emiline with the gladiator champion, Franklin, sitting on a hill during the sunset. I smiled like a silly little kid who got a kiss from their crush. Reminds me of Lady Scheherazade. Oh Lady.
A few hours later. A hill in the outskirts of Remana during a sunset.
Mu went on his knees and looked into the sunset. His eyes were watering from the "death" of his crush, even if it was a few weeks ago. He still served Titus with loyalty and zeal, but the fact he's also technically Scheherazade made him feel rather uncomfortable. If only he could see that cute, petite figure of hers, with the long golden hair and cute blue eyes. He looked up and shouted to the top of his lungs. The voice that all of Reim could hear.
"SCHEHERAZADE!"
He miserably dug his face into his hands, sobbing out his tears, like a breached dam. His blubbering was slowed down by a hand touching his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw one of his subordinates, Myron. She smiled briefly then flicked his head playfully.
"Get over your childhood crush, big bro," Myron said playfully.
Mu looked back with an embarrassed look.
"Hey shut up! I know you have a crush on Titus!"
She was blown back from what he said. A red shade was on her face. Mu laughed playfully.
"Hey maybe you might have turned into a pedophile when Titus brought that little girl here." She sneered mischievously.
They continued to argue through the night about crushes, shifting from one person to another. Little did they know, Titus, and Marga were floating nearby them. Both sat down on Scheherazade's former staff. They both laughed quietly as the two Fanalis argued childishly. Marga looked at Titus with worried eyes.
"Hey Titus, do you think you'll remain that way you look until I'm older?" she asked the blonde Magi.
Titus blushed deeply. The image of an older Marga was clear to him. A very sleek and voluptuous body with that beautiful brownish blonde hair grown long enough to even cover the nipples on her matured breasts. His nose basically exploded with blood, but through a precise and small borg, the nose failed to seep out of Titus's nose.
"W-Why?"
She giggled childishly and her face turned pink as she smiled, while turning her face away from Titus slightly.
"It's a secret~" she said playfully.
"Marga!" Titus exclaimed from her suggestive tone.
Back to Emiline's point of view.
As I got closer, I'm sure as heck he can hear my panting get louder due to the distance between us closing. Before I could call out his name, he already turned to me. He's no Korean pop star (much to my amusement. Also, Korean pop stars are too mainstream), but he looked rather charming in his own way. His arms seemed bony, yet the complexion of his skin made him look more elegant. The black shirt with the large white sash is a good combination, though I'm not so sure about the pants with the sneakers. Those lime green eyes on those slightly narrow eyes made him look a bit cuter. Oh my gosh, am I getting used to Roman fashion?
Heck, even I might look out of style here. I'm wearing a black hoodie, veiled by a black poncho, torn from the various monsters in the dungeon. I think I'm wearing extremely short shorts, because I can feel my hoodie covering them, as shown through my revealing legs. Underneath this veil hides my well shaped body, thanks to years of diligence. I'd be considered an idol, but I was mostly focusing on just being the best I can, not the most famous.
Frank's POV.
Is this really the hooded girl that helped me? She was a total tactical genius back then, but right now, she seems to be thinking too hard, that it's shown through her actions. She's curling her fingers like the generic villains who do their evil laughs, though she was gritting her teeth. Aside from that, her toned legs were enticing. I'm not getting aroused by it, but the scars are basic storybooks themselves. Since she was shorter than me, I'm going to assume that she's younger than me. Well, I'm not too good with initiating conversations but here it goes.
"Hey kid," I said roughly.
She instantly reacted with a quick head turn. She seemed nervous. According to Ben's Rukh, maybe I should be more slow and less rough.
"Sorry, did I startle you?" I said, concerned for her well-being. The hooded girl started calming down. I don't know if it's what I did, or if it's just her.
"No, I'm sorry, I overreacted." she laughed nervously, much to my confusion. "Where are my manners?"
She bowed formally, using her poncho like a large skirt.
"I'm Emiline Lazarus, we helped each other conquer the dungeon," I couldn't see her eyes, but underneath that hood, I think her eyes show gratitude. I've never been shown such gratitude from a friend.
"Well I'm Franklin Steinherz, I'm apparently a zombie," I said casually, yet in a friendly tone. If the spirits remained separate, both of my brothers would simultaneously say,"Smooth move, Frankfurter,"
She shrieked and whacked me with a metal staff that was hidden underneath her cloak. I didn't feel anything, and from my observation before she struck me with a staff, she wore a tight black hoodie, revealing a rather voluptuous body. Though, I was still knocked down into the ground... violently. It caused a bit of a scene as heads were turned. Some were complaining about a girl smacking a champion, while I also heard some people commenting that I'm a lech. I may have had a perverted past (pretty sure almost every guy does), but I'm in no hurry for intercourse, like the time I was in the club with Mu. I just touched them, but made no approach for intercourse. This may sound too Christian-y but I'm only going to have sex with someone I truly love, and I'm not sure about Emiline.
"Don't eat my brains!" she screamed
Girl, get a hold of yourself. I got up from the ground and she was already on the run. Should I follow her? Is she even worth following? She runs pretty fast. Most likely due to artificial enhancements, with her resembling a Frankenstein's monster and all. Well, maybe I should chase her down. I quickly dug my feet on the ground and darted into the air. Man I love enhanced leg strength.
Emiline's POV.
He said he was a zombie. He might have the intelligence of a human being, but the hunger of a zombie. Good thing I was in track and field before all these events happened. I really hate zombies. I ran through the streets of Remana as fast as I could so this zombie couldn't eat me. I'm artificial for Pete's sake, I'm not tasty but maybe my highly disciplined brain is tasty.
"Gwah!" I heard a voice in the air. I turned to see what's behind me. That young man's loose bandage and sash were fluttering from his flight. When did zombies know how to fly? Wait he's not flying he's falli-
*Pow*
Man that hurt. During his landing, his body dragged my own to the ground. Geez that hurt so much. I really hope my legs aren't scratched up. What was worse was the position I found myself in after he dragged my perfect body to the ground with his poorly coordinated landing. One hand was on my back like he was pinning me down, while his crotch was near my butt.
Frank's View.
So, during my flight, I had a little blunder. My ankles snapped, so I lost momentum and couldn't control my landing.
Geez, ever since I came into this world, I've been starting to get into perverted scenarios. It looked like I was about to rape her and it showed not only with the position, but also the clothing. Her torn cloak was already enough and the wounds on her legs made it look like she was weakened before I came in for the kill. Seeing this weird position, I quickly backed away from her downed body. I sighed angrily.
"Look lady, even if I'm a zombie, I have no appetite for brains, let alone an appetite itself because my digestive system shut down."
She quickly got up to her feet and glared at me. She pointed a finger at me.
"You're also a pervert too, jumping all the way from where you were just to assault me!"
Geez, these girls are really hard to handle. In fact, I've never had any experience handling women. It's time to do the best method. Hug? Seems to perverted. Kiss? Do I look like someone who's extremely desperate for love?! Well actually... Never mind. Kissing is out of the options.
"Hey, shut up." I said sternly, yet at moderate volume. She stopped her panic attack and stood still.
"Instead of panicking about me being undead, can we just talk? I've already shown you that I'm just as human as a human!"
"...you're right," she said silently.
She took off her hood and poncho, revealing her true self. Her blonde hair reached up to her shoulders, with a braid resting on her right shoulder. Cyan eyes rested in those white lakes known as sclerae. She wore a tight black hoodie that revealed her curvaceous body underneath. She had a decent bust, but I'm not going to just blurt it out. She also has a curvy ass. She had a number of stitches, but she still retained soft, silky skin. She was wearing black knee length socks with ankle high white sneakers. A metal staff was imprisoned on her left hand. My face suddenly felt warm just by looking at her.
"Don't look at me like that, pervert!" she said as she wrapped her body with her own arms. I smiled for a bit.
"You know, before we went to that dungeon, I thought you were just a hooker..."
She glared at me menacingly, strengthening her grip on her staff.
"Hooker?!" that voice was scary, causing me to take a step back.
"Wait! Let me finish geez." She just ruined a sort of bonding moment. She held back her grip.
"But, I still listened to you, because I seemed to sense your plight, and you were completely honest and showed that you really needed help."
I walked closer to her. She inched a bit backward. I stopped a few centimeters away from her. A calm smile shone on my face.
"Thank you for helping me." I gazed at her staff. "And I guess thank you for giving me a second chance."
"Second Chance?! Don't hit on me!" she performed a full swing toward my face, but I blocked it with my right hand. The force was strong enough to break my right arm. But, the feeling of that staff strike felt... painful. I grunted in pain from her attack. My right arm was disabled for now due to dislocation.
"Ahh are you okay?" she said as she grabbed my right arm. I couldn't feel it. She shone her staff down on my limp arm.
"Azma Sahhi*"
(Healthy Bone)
What did that mean? The staff shone a white light. When it contacted my arm, it enveloped in the staff's white light. After a few seconds, my arm was fully functional again. I could have just waited a few seconds, and then my bones would heal up in no time.
"Wow, thank you, Emiline. Have you happened to learn that from Sphintus?"
She raised a brow in confusion. Perhaps she already knew the magic before being Reim. I don't know. If she came from my world, then the possibility of magic there might be likely. But Theo was a Magi, so is it possible that magicians also exist in my world? Man if I found out, I'd tell them to sign me up immediately. I always wanted to learn magic.
"Where did you learn how to use magic?" I asked the blonde bombshell.
"It's weird but I have unclear experience. I've learned it once in my life, but I don't remember how or when."
Emiline's POV.
It's kind of weird that I knew how to cast spells, like I have another person's soul inside of me. What language did I just speak in, Arabic?
Franklin may be a pervert and blunt at first, but he's also kind and selfless inside. I remembered in that dungeon, when we fought that group of small drakes, I helped him using my instructions and tactics. He seemed dense and lazy at first, but when he fought, he put his all into combat and showed no sign of his casual self. Even with his weak physique, he used both cunning and the opponents themselves. He managed to win over them with minimal injury. Then we encountered another trial involving many floating platforms. I was about to volunteer, but he took the initiative. Before he came, he looked at me and said something both impacting, and kind of stupid.
"I don't care if I die or not. As long as it creates a way for you, I want you to finish my first and last exhilarating adventure."
He's right, maybe I should calm down. Ever since I woke up in Reim, I've been starting to panic and had no self control. But at this point, what now? What do I do in this world? Where will I live? I sighed, but also my stomach rumbled.
Franklin's POV.
The sound of someone's stomach rumbling was heard through my ears. Emiline is possibly the closest thing to a perfect artificial human, judging by her stitches and beautiful body. If she was artificial, then I should really thank the scientist who made her and request him/her to make a cool artificial body for me.
"Oh man, I'm hungry. Better search a place to eat."
She reached in her hoodie pocket and she took out the latest iPhone. Idiot. I quickly grabbed it away from her, much to her chagrin.
"Hey! That's my phone!"
You don't say.
"Realize where we are right now," I said calmly. She looked around. The houses supported by marble pillars, the togas, and primitive weapons and defenses answered her question.
"Okay, well then, don't confiscate it from me forever!" she said in a childish voice.
If this were an anime, or a manga, she'd be deformed comically, waving her short arms around in panic. It's like we're in a bad anime, or a bad manga. Scratch that, maybe a bad ship fiction, considering our rocky start. She's starting to give me a little sister impression. Reminds me of a certain anime that ended in brother-sister incest. Okay Franky, get that out of my head!
"I don't need your phone." I handed it back to her, which she responded with a reluctant retrieval.
"Just remember there's no Instagram here." I whispered coldly. She sighed and turned away from me. I'm not sure how a friendship will go between two tsunderes.
I turned my back to her and walked away. Was I going to ditch poor little Emiline-who-doesn't-know-her-whereabouts? No. She helped me in that dungeon, yet for some reason, I can't remember much. Might as well return the favor by inviting her to eat. I'm reasonably mad, yet at sometimes, irrational.
"Hey, do you think I was going to ditch you? Follow me. I'll show you somewhere to eat." I said to the young blonde girl roughly.
While my back was facing her, I knew that she would follow me. I was the one who helped her in the dungeon, and even if my memory of it is a bit hazy, it's highly possible we bonded as friends. She may be someone who jumps to conclusions, but I can feel a concerned, kind, and motherly heart inside of her. Emiline might be my first true friend.
A/N: It took a while to make this. So, after a few thought processing, I decided to switch the viewpoints of the characters. It will still focus on Emiline's background and adaptation to the world of Magi.
I'd usually write these things fast, but I'm just too caught up in homework and watching The World only God Knows. It may be a Harem series, but I still like the humor and Keima's reluctant initiative. If you're into constant romance and some laughs, take some time to watch/read it. Thanks for reading and review if you wish