As Malcom slept he had a strange dream.

A 10 year old Malcom was holding a baby. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. The younger Malcom was talking about how his baby sister was so cute. Malcom could tell his past self said a name for the baby but he could not hear it. The dream changed suddenly. An 11 year old Malcom was walking home. The 1 year old girl smacked his arm and called him an idiot. "Well they were bullying you, …!" Malcom responded. His parents walked out and saw that Malcom had a broken nose. They rushed over and started cleaning up his face.

Malcom awoke with a jolt as he heard Bell slightly panic. Malcom looked over and saw Hestia sleeping on Bell's chest. Bell managed to slide out. "So kid we're heading to the Dungeon right?" Malcom asked.

"Yeah," was Bell's quiet reply. The two walked off after Malcom picked the staff. Hestia awoke to the sound of a door closing. She realized Bell and Malcom were gone however. "Hey, Malcom?" Bell asks out of the blue.

"Yeah?"

"What's your weapon's name? I remember overhearing from a blacksmith that all weapons deserve a name," Bell says.

"Grandfather's Wisdom," was Malcom's quick reply.

"Why though?"

"It was my grandfather's last gift to me," Malcom replies.

"Ok," Bell nods. They reached the Dungeon at that point. The Goblins and Kobolds were too weak. Many were cut down before they could attack. The duo decided to go down to the Sixth Floor. The War Shadows were fast. One nearly cut Malcom's chest. 'I seem slower.' Malcom strikes it down however. Bell was not as fortunate however. Multiple War Shadows start to overwhelm him. One slashes his legs, two strike his back, and one jumps planning on cutting him down. All the War Shadows turn as they feel an immense bloodlust come from nowhere.

"I'm your opponent now!" Malcom shouts. He sprints through slashing one ending it instantly. Another War Shadow slashes his back. "Fuck! That hit harder than it should have!" Malcom shouts as he spins and slashes the War Shadow. The other two panic and flee. Malcom pulls out a healing potion he had bought well Bell was showing him around Orario. He forced Bell to drink it. Bell's wounds close. Malcom picks Bell up after picking up the magic stones and heads to the Guild.

Aiz POV

"Excuse me, Goddess Loki?" Aiz asks.

"Yeah?" Loki asks looking up. Her Familia just exited the Dungeon.

"Remember those people I saved yesterday?" Aiz asks.

"Yeah, what about them?" Loki asks.

"Well the black haired one smelled like the moon and looked familiar," Aiz says. Loki raises a brow but doesn't say anything.

"Oh well, let's go party!" Loki shouts. Aiz sighs having already figured that Loki would not take it seriously. Unknown to her, Loki had taken it seriously and was going to look into it.

Bell and Malcom's POV

The two of them made 200,000 valis from that trip to the Dungeon. The two were headed to a pub called the Hostess Of Fertility for food.

"We really kicked that Dungeon's ass tonight!" Loki shouts holding up a beer mug. Everybody at the table shouted cheers.

"Hey Aiz, tell us that story of that weakling," the one with the wolf ears shouts.

"What story?" Aiz asks.

"You know the one about the kid running away from you covered in the minotaur's blood. You know the Tomato Kid," wolf ears shouts.

"Well you just summarized the story," Aiz says, annoyed at her teammates shouting.

"I mean come even this guy in black here would have tried to fight," wolf ears shouts again.

"Remove your arm from me or lose it," Malcom says through grinded teeth.

"What?" The wolf asks off guard.

"I said I'll cut off your arm if you keep touching me!" Malcom shouts back. Aiz looked up and recognized the moon scented man.

"Take this outside if you're going to fight!" Mama Mia shouts from the back. The wolf man is caught off guard by Malcom's speed as he wasn't ready. Malcom grabbed him by his face and dragged him outside.

"Tell me your name before we fight," Malcom demands.

"Bete Loga, level 4 adventurer and you?" The now named Bete replies.

"Malcom Wells level 1 adventurer," Malcom snarls back. This catches everyone off guard as he had the strength and speed that a level 2 should have. People started betting on who would win the fight.

Bete noticing Malcom's sword says "No weapons, got it?"

"As if I would use it on a mutt like you," was Malcom's quick reply. The two rushed each other. Bete started with a mean right Haymaker. Malcom is hit by it, but grabs the underside of Bete's arm and under his shoulder. Bete is caught off guard when Malcom rolls backwards and lets go throwing him. Bete and Malcom get up and both throw right Haymakers. Bete could tell he was stronger but less skilled. Bete was off guarded by a sudden left jab to the ribs. Bete throws a left hook in response. Malcom rolls backwards, throwing off Bete's timing and causing him to miss. Bete was caught off guard by Malcom's leg sweep. Bete was knocked to the ground and then put into a hold he could not escape from. "Do you surrender?" Malcom questions cruelly.

"Yes!" Bete yelps.

"C'mon Bell, let's go. Goddess Hestia will be mad that we're late as it is," Malcom says, sprinting off. Bell quickly follows. Loki opens her eyes a little bit. She'll have to ask Hestia about her Familia next time they meet.

Bell greets Hestia in his usual way. Malcom sets down the leftovers from the Hostess of Fertility. Bell tells Hestia about the food they brought her. Hestia eats and then says she will update their statuses. Bell agrees but Malcom says he doesn't need it. Malcom decides now is a good time to go to bed so he walks over to the corner, sits down, and goes to sleep.

Author's notes. This is my longest chapter yet! If any of you can guess who Malcom's sister is, congrats. I tried to give clues without making it too obvious. Please comment if you want a preview for my first completely fan written story arc, the Bloodlusted Hunter Arc. Thanks for reading and please review.