Wolf's Valley, South-West of Koitail Village
"Hey wretch! Didn't I say hand over your cards?" a gruff voice called out. The owner of the voice was a middle-aged man who was wearing a brown explorer's jacket and pants. In his hand was an iron lasso and at the back of it came the guild mark of a local treasure hunter guild, Gold Spree. "You're too young to be using such things and to be called a mage. You had better hand them over to me before things get real ugly." He barked.
The target of his verbal abuse was a young woman by the name of Grace Olympia. She stood at 5'6 with long athletic legs, delicate but strong shoulders and an hourglass figure with c-cup busts. She had a soft creamy complexion and her face was heart shaped with fine features. Her silky, slightly wavy red hair reached to her mid-back and was tied in a left-side ponytail. The tips were curled and dyed black as well as her bangs that covered her eyes which were almond-shaped with deep, forest green orbs. There was a golden nose-stud piercing on the left side of her nose that caught the bright rays of the morning sun and a tattoo of a black rose on her collarbone. Said female was wearing a plain red tank top under a black mini-leather jacket. The jacket had golden studs running vertical down the sleeves ending at the elbows and golden chains placed in zigzags on the back. Her black jeans were ripped and she also wore black biker boots with golden chains instead of bootlaces. As for her accessories, they consisted of a golden studded red belt with a black card holder attached to it, red fingerless gloves and a golden chained necklace with a rose-shaped ruby charm.
"Will you give it a rest already old man?" Grace grumbled in exasperation more than annoyance. "I already told you that these cards won't work on anybody except those contracted to them." The man had been following her for almost an hour already, thinking he was being sneaky and all by hiding in trees and bushes. Though Grace would hardly call it sneaky when she heard the rustling of leaves although there was no wind. So when she called him out, the man had resorted to demanding instead.
"Heh, it doesn't matter. I have no need for such a magic anyway, though I desire the money that comes from selling it." The man snorted. "I know a lost magic when I see one and I'm pretty sure it'll pay a shiny penny in the black market."
"Like I said, I'm not handing them over!" Grace snarled. "Even if I did, it wouldn't be to a coward like you! Who the hell demands things from other anyway? If you were a real man you would have just attacked me straight instead of hiding and stalking me like a pervert!"
"Why you insolent brat!" the man growled, his face beet red with embarrassment as each of Grace's insults hit home. "That's it, no more Mister Nice Guy! If you want a fight, you got one!" With that, he struck a battle pose, swinging the lasso about as he tried to confuse Grace.
"Pathetic," Grace muttered under her breath. She then raised her left hand, a Golden magic circle that had an eight pointed star with tribal designs appearing in front of it as she summoned forth a Gold card.
"This will put him in his place." She thought to herself, preparing to throw the card at a moment's instance.
Too bad, someone took care of that for her.
"Look out below!" she heard a voice scream from the sky above her and before either of them could turn up, a figure came crashing down onto the man, kicking up a large dust cloud.
When the dust settled, there was Len and Mika lying on top of the man, knocking him completely unconscious. Both were rubbing their sore bottoms, coughing as they tried to get the dust out of their throats.
"Dammit Mika," Len coughed. "Don't ever do this again."
Mika just simply moaned, pouting with her nose high up in the air. Seconds later, Vergil dropped next to them, dusting off his cloak.
"What do you think you're doing?" Grace finally got out, her mind still whirling from the sudden change in events.
"Saving someone." Vergil replied simply, as he picked himself up and walked towards Grace.
"I don't need saving from anyone," she retorted, a scowl etched on her face. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."
"Oh no, I didn't mean you." Vergil corrected. "I meant him," he pointed to the treasure hunter that was twitching slightly beneath Len's rum. "Judging from the card in your hand, things probably weren't going to end as well as what just happened."
"Tch!" Grace grumbled. Just as she was about to lower her hand, her card suddenly flew out of her hand and headed straight towards Vergil. When it was within distance, Vergil snagged it out of the air, observing it intently.
"Hey what the hell!" she yelled, her eyes wide with disbelief and worry at what just happened. That was something new, her cards leaving her for someone else instead. Feeling threatened, Grace drew a silver katana that was currently tied to her back. She was about to leap out and slash Vergil when the words that left his mouth caught her by surprise once more.
"That's rare." Vergil remarked as he inspected the card. "Legendarium if I recall. Haven't seen this in a while."
"Wait, did you know my mother?" Grace uttered, her tone a lot less harsh as compared to a few seconds ago. Her mother was the only Legendarium Mage in Fiore and the magic itself was so obscured that only those who have crossed paths with her would know of it.
"Can't say I do," Vergil replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Though I know that you're definitely going to love this." Using his free hand, he reached into his backpack and withdrew something out of it. In a swift motion, he threw it and her card back at Grace which she caught instinctively. That was when her eyes widened once more as she recognized the object.
"This…This is the Gold Card holding the Olympian Ares!" she stuttered excitedly as she held up an identical card. 'How did you get this?"
"Call it a trade secret," Vergil smirked, bringing a finger up to his lips. "Though I'll be more than happy to tell you if you're willing to join us."
Grace just stood still, not sure what to make of the deal. Everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend at the moment. Vergil's question was literally the last thing she was thinking of right now.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get an answer any time soon, Vergil added. "When you do make up your mind, head to Vistarion by the end of the month. I'll be expecting you."
With that, he proceeded to open another portal, leaving Grace alone to ponder over the offer.
Dacytl Tropics, 5 miles from Blood Halo outpost
"This is going to take a while," Vergil yawned, allowing himself to fall backwards into what seemed like eternal darkness. His fall was cut short though, his body seemingly floating about the shadows. From his position within the portal, he had a clear view of the swamp below him as well as the lush greenery that surrounded it. He had currently sent Len and Mika off on scouting duty, agreeing to pick them up an hour later. This mission was one that he had to do on his own, at least for the moment given how dangerous this particular individual was. If done right, they would have another powerful comrade in arms but should negotiations fail, Vergil was sure to eliminate her on the spot.
It started when news spread around after 'Bloody Fist' Tyson was slaughtered that someone else-someone much better than the amateur Halo member Tyson-had been turned into a creepy walking dead who walked through one of the Bloody Halo's outposts, freaking out half the members present. In response, Bloody Halo had put a bounty on the person's head so large that it caught the attention of most mercenaries, including Vergil.
Deciding to play along, Vergil had chosen to use a false name to take up the job, alongside seven others who he knew were just suicidal based on lack of experience and magic power. Within days of which the bounty was issued, all seven had died, turned into the same corpse puppets as that Bloody Halo member. They all seemed to be headed somewhere, given the trail of bodies and so Vergil decided to scout even further ahead for any potential locations. That eventually led him to the Dactyl Tropics, a place that was in close proximity to yet another Bloody halo outpost.
"Assuming Bloody Halo got the message about the majority of their mercenaries being slaughtered, I'm pretty sure they will make a move soon," Vergil spoke out loud as he continued his observation of the area. They weren't ones to wait about and be humiliated like this. Now it was only a matter of time before both parties showed up.
Minutes later, Vergil spotted her. The one responsible for all the killings. Said female stood at 5'7, having a well-proportioned body, defined facial features and lines. Her short pink hair framed her face and her eyes were almond shape, their color that of the night sky: deep and yet mysterious. She was slightly tanned and wore no glaring accessories as far as Vergil could see. She was currently dressed in a dark blue bomber that was worn over a purple singlet, a blue miniskirt and a pair of purple leather boots. While she did not look like much, Vergil could feel the slight killing intent she was emanating already, something that exceeded someone her age who he guessed was in her mid teens. He watched as she summoned a deep purple card out of thin air, swiping it at the ground before it gradually dissolved into a wisp of purple smoke.
"A trap huh?" Vergil wondered, "Would make sense if she was up against a larger group of people. Probably explains how she managed to down the mercs as well."
Just mere seconds after she did this, from the other end of the mangrove came a party of Bloody Halo mages, recognizable from their shredded red cloaks. She seemed to sense them as well, quickly darting into a nearby tree to keep watch. Both watched as the group easily moved through the swampy ground and the outcrop terrain, quickly arriving at the open field which she had set her trap.
"Hey! What's the piece of dung I just stepped on?" The one on the far right yelled, lifting his foot. Another member glanced at him, "Idiot! Shut the hell…"
Before he could finish his sentence, an eerie whooshing sound filled the air as a blanket of purplish shadow mixed with lightning flowed out of the ground, going up to the team's ankles before disappearing.
"What the hell was that?"
"Your downfall." The girl whispered. Her voice was soft, gentle even, but like the early winds of winter, it crept under the skins of the entire team.
"You're the one who killed Jack Knight, aren't you?" One of the mages whimpered, his face contorted with fear.
"Was that his name? Shame...such a good name."
"Cut the crap! What did you do to us?!" Another member yelled.
"You will die very horribly if you keep speaking like that to me." Her voice hardened a fraction.
"Well screw this! Enough talk, get her!" The member standing nearest to the edge of the swamp yelled, presumably the leader. On his command, all the mages fired bolts of elemental magic and the leader blasted wildly with a lacrima rifle.
"Amateurs…" Vergil frowned. From the way they were shooting, it was clearly obvious that they had zero combat experience. He had already counted at least 6 openings with their attacks and he predicted that the girl beneath him would have also noticed that.
She managed to dodge every last one of them as per Vergil's expectations but even so, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. This girl really knew what she was doing.
With a toe-punt, the girl sailed back a few feet. "A challenge? I accept. On the condition you keep it interesting."
"Necro Reverse!" she whispered. Purple mist swirled around her even as the men backed away. "Now! Come forth, nameless demon of purple death who wanders the realm of the dead! Necromancer Mumei!"
From behind her, a large indigo magic circle appeared and from within it crawled out a being that resembled a chimera. A real ugly, bile inducing creature of nature that would even make a chimera squeal. It had a skeletal upper body that was connected to the tail of a snake, bat wings extending from the skeleton's back. A violet ommyouji's cloak was draped over the creature's body and head, making it's appearance all the more savage and fear inducing.
"Mumei! Attack!" she commanded with a wave of her hand.
Mumei lashed out with its claws, the bony pointy tips sinking into its target's head. Purple smoke rose from the holes as the man fell convulsing to the ground, quite dead. Another bony hand thrust out toward two others and a mist came out of the sleeve, making them stumble. Mumei turned to the third and raised his now free hand, dripping with blood. The blood was sucked into a whirl of energy as Mumei blasted the man back and then finished him off with a claw to the head. The last man turned to run, only to find Mumei's tail protruding through his chest, his beating heart still attached to the tip as his lifeless body collapsed.
When the deed was done, the whole place resembled a slaughter house with carved corpses and blood splattered everywhere. Yet the girls just stood around as though this was a normal thing, wiping her hands clean with a piece of cloth.
"Well, guess it's my turn now," Vergil remarked as he leapt out of the portal, landing right in the trap field just a few meters behind the girl.
"Funny, I was sure I got everyone," the girl uttered coldly without even turning around.
"Well you did," Vergil smiled. "I'm not with them. I'm actually from…"
"Doesn't matter," she cut him off. "You'll be dead soon anyway. Mumei." Obeying her commands, the skeletal monstrosity rushed towards Vergil, claws outstretched as it prepared to tear him in half.
"Well, I was really hoping to avoid this," Vergil sighed, his eyes closed despite Mumei's claws inches from his head. The last applicant he did this to took his chances off the cliff. He sure hoped that it wasn't going to happen again.
When his eyes did open again, gone was the joyful and carefree look that were within them, replaced with nothing but void emptiness. Though one could hardly call it that, especially after hearing the killing intent in his voice.
"Begone," he whispered coldly.
Mumei howled in fear, its eyes actually trembling as it backed off. What followed next was beyond anyone's explanation. As though an invisible wave had been emitted from Vergil's body, Mumei and the trap field both burst into magic particles, dissipating into thin air.
"What did you do," the girl whispered, the shock and fear clearly audible. "Why weren't you affected by Mumei's revenge when you destroyed him?"
"That's simple," Vergil smirked, his playful attitude returning. "I didn't destroy him. Now back to the subject at hand. I'm from a guild called Abyss Fang and we are currently recruiting members. After assessing your abilities, I think you would make a fine addition."
"I don't want to." She replied simply, preparing to leave already. "I have no need for such a thing like friends."
"Do reconsider though," Vergil laughed despite her walking away in the opposite direction. "Accommodations and food are all accounted for you know."
That last line made her stop momentarily. "Chocolate Pudding," she muttered.
"Huh?"
"Do you serve chocolate pudding?" she asked louder this round.
"Well, I guess we should." Vergil shrugged, not understanding the significance of that question. If anything, it sounded like a craving more than anything else.
"I'll think about it then," she replied simply once more before darting into the swamps, completely out of sight in a matter of seconds.
"I guess I'll see you at Vistarion at the end of the month then!" Vergil yelled after her, hoping that she did catch his message. She was a weird one alright but that made Vergil heave a sigh of relief.
At least he did not have to stain his hands with the blood of yet another young mage.
Acalypha Town
"Welcome," a cheery voice called out as the door to her shop swung open, ringing the golden bell that was attached to it. The owner of that voice was a petite young woman who stood at 5'1, having an hour glass body with slightly broader hips. She had a soft and oval face that went well with her straight and platinum blond hair that was tied into two Dutch braids that rested on her shoulders. Her eyes were upturned in a shade of Prussian blue and her skin tone was fair and peachy. She was wearing a good conditioned halterneck that was divided into two colors with a zigzag border, snow white on the top and night black at the bottom. On the middle of her shirt was a pentagram with a crimson colored segment. For the bottom she wore a powder, blue knee length, wide swing, and felt skirt. Despite her feminine looking attire so far, she also wore leather Blucher shoes. Currently obscured from view though was a tattoo on both of her hands which took the form of thin red linings that started from the shoulders and extended to the top of her fingertips.
"Errr, Hi there…" Len growled slightly, a failed attempt at trying to sound gentle and nice. To make matters worse, he tried to smile which only ended up as a half snarl and half scowl given the positioning of his jaw guard. He was currently visiting a local clothes shop that was rather well known within the Town. According to Vergil, there was slayer that stayed there and she looked rather promising for recruitment.
"Hi…I'm Altar…" Altar meekly called out, slightly intimidated by Len's appearance. "Can I…help you with something…"
"Errrr, yeah. Can I take a look around the place," Len drawled, desperately trying to find a way to keep the conversation going.
"Sure…" Altar replied, though her tone sounded slightly darker this round and her eyes narrowed slightly. This man seemed strange but in a bad way. He wasn't here to try and wreck the shop was he? Altar decided to keep her eye on him for now, lest he tried something stupid.
Meanwhile Len was having a minor panic attack as he desperately tried to recall everything that Vergil had mentioned. He wasn't really one to do the talking, leave that to Vergil. He was more of a smash and dash kind of guy and yet here he was, under orders to help convince the slayer to show herself and join them.
"Why me?" he remembered protesting.
"Well for one, I will be away for a while on another job and for two, Mika can't speak." Vergil deadpanned. "So until I get back, you're gonna help with the recruitment."
"Great, I really hate him sometimes…" Len grumbled under his breath, much to the annoyance of Altar who was in the midst of giving a tour of the shop. Evidently, Len was not listening.
"And here we have the dressing room," she spoke bluntly, her displeasure and discomfort radiating from her tone. There was really something wrong with this guy and she felt very uncomfortable being just next to him. Not that he had done anything bad so far, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it happened.
"Damn, this place sure is cramped," Len complained as he strained to fit himself through the tight hallways which were shorter and thinner than usual. Why the hell did this place have to be so cramped anyways? As he neared the end of the hallway, he actually found himself stuck in the doorframe. Groaning, Len tugged slightly but that resulted in the door frame being ripped off its structure, and Len crashing into a pile on mannequins. The mannequins proceeded to fall like a stack of dominos, resonating with a loud crash as they knocked over layers off fabric and wooden crates also.
"Oops, my bad." Len smiled sheepishly as he dusted himself. Although it was clearly an accident, it was the slip up that Altar was looking for. The perfect excuse to justify her fears.
"THAT'S IT! I KNEW YOU WERE HERE TO WRECK THE SHOP!" she yelled, anger literally radiating off her entire figure.
"Huh? What?" Len croaked, dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events. He was just about to explain himself when suddenly ten sets of strings shot forth from Altar's hands, binding and tightening around his neck, limiting his breathing and movement.
"Leave now," Altar hissed "Or I will break your neck." While the threat still stood, Len didn't really look concerned. Instead he looked rather relieved that he had found his objective.
"You know, this is some fine quality thread you have. Add that to the fact that you're a slayer, I don't seem to see why you will want to remain in a shop like this, limiting your abilities." Len probed, honestly curious as to Altar's choice and actions.
"I have no choice in this," she retorted. "This is my mother's shop and I am responsible for producing clothing specially tailored for my customers. If I'm gone, who will do it for me?"
Len just sighed once he recognized her problem. She was tied down to her past and the responsibilities entrusted to her, so she lacked the independence to do anything else of her choice. A long time ago, he too was like her. Having been the only survivor of his race, his father demanded that he took revenge for them no matter the cost. That had been his drive for a while but after the endless slaughter and destruction, he still felt very hollow within. It wasn't really what he wanted but instead the will of a ghost from his past.
And that was exactly what he needed to free Altar from right now.
"Hey," he started. "Don't you have a free will of your own?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Is this really what you want? To be confined to the options that your mother and the community left you?"
"No…Not really," Altar whispered, a tinge of regret and sadness audible from her voice. She knew very well that wasn't what her mother would have wanted but she felt like she had a duty to uphold her legacy. She wanted more than anything to live a free life unburdened by people's opinions, to be creative in the clothes she made and the songs she sang. "What should I do then?"
"You could join us," Len grinned, causing Altar's face to brighten up slightly. "We are mages and we all live our lives to the fullest. Every decision made is ours and ours only. No one can force us to do something that we refuse to do."
"Really?"
"Yeah. All you have to do is take a step forward from your comfort zone and I guarantee you, you'll never regret this. So will you join us?"
Altar grew silent for a while, Len's words sinking deep into her mind. She knew that she would probably disappoint her mother by doing so but now that she thought about it, this could be the outcome that her mother really wanted. She taught her this power not to hide within the shop and protect it, but rather to defend herself when she did enter the outside world.
"So?" Len probed once more.
"I accept, I want to join your guild!" Altar replied happily, having made her first independent decision in a long while.
"Great!" Len smiled, though his face was gradually starting to turn blue. "Now if you don't mind, please release me. I think I'm going to faint."
Acalypha Town, Town Centre
"Awwwwwww!" Mika groaned in boredom, swaying her legs to and fro as she sat atop the stone fountain that was located in the centre of the town. Her groans drew the attention of many passer-bys but she quickly chased them away with a glare or two. Len was gone for way too long already and it was reaching noon soon.
"Muaaaaaa," she winced as she felt her tummy grumble in hunger. She hadn't eaten anything since last night and was seriously starving right now. She really wanted to just leave, find the nearest restaurant and chow down but Len had asked her to stay put till he returned, lest he could not find her. Acalypha Town was by no means small, making it easy for one to get lost around here.
"Maybe I'll wait for 10 more minutes," Mika thought to herself but her stomach protested once more, growling loud enough to scare the pigeons that were currently drinking water at the fountain. Mika blushed slightly in embarrassment and was forced to make a decision on the spot.
Oh well, I'll be back before he even notices." She thought to herself. With that she leapt off the fountain and began traversing into the business district in search of a restaurant. Little did she know that, a certain brown pouch fell out from her pocket and was left behind at the fountain.
Minutes later, Mika was seated at one of the pushiest restaurants in the town. She excitedly pointed to almost everything on the menu, flailing wildly as she signaled and hooted for the waitress to bring her the food quickly. Miraculously, her serious of hoots and clicks seemed to get through to her, though she left the table albeit shaken and quivering.
As soon as each plate arrived, Mika shoved the contents straight into her mouth, savoring the combination of flavors and spices that flooded her taste buds. Sometimes she didn't even bother to chew, letting it simply slide down her throat and into her guts. Whenever she felt like she would choke, she would swipe a glass of iced water from a passing waiter or waitress, downing it in a single shot as well. The way she ate repulsed most of the other guests, causing them to either rush out of the restaurant or hurl on the spot.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Mika exclaimed in relief as she let out a series of burps while patting her belly. That really hit the spot. A quick glance at the clock on the wall indicated that only 20 minutes had passed since she left. She was pretty sure Len still hadn't found his way back yet, which meant everything was going just as she had planned. With that in mind, she called for the bill.
"Here you go Miss," the waitress presented shakily. Mika took a glance at the figures and felt like hurling herself. Looks like she overdid it this time. She was pretty sure she could still afford it with the pouch of gold coins Vergil had left her, though there probably wouldn't be much left after payment.
"Ahhhh?" she groaned in surprise as she reached to her back pocket. The pouch, it's gone! That set Mika into a frantic mess as she desperately combed her body for the pouch. She even checked the table, the chairs and the flower pot on it but to no avail. Her money pouch was still nowhere to be seen. As the scene dragged on, the waitress' face gradually changed into one of annoyance, having pieced the scenario together.
"Please don't tell me you have no money," she growled to which Mika shook her head violently, holding her hands up in the air in protest. "Look, if you can't pay, I'm afraid I have to call the authorities."
That made Mika shakes her head frantically once more. The last thing she needed was to cause any more trouble for Vergil. Besides, if they found out about this, they would never let her roam alone again.
Just as Mika was at her wits end about what to do, a kind voice spoke up from behind her. "It's ok. I'll pay for her."
Mika turned around to see a male standing right behind her. Said male stood at 6'6 and had a very muscular build and this, along with his tall stature, made him look very intimidating. He had an angular, long face with a long, thin nose, a large mouth and narrowed eyes that were a deep blue in color but appear teal under the restaurant lighting. One of them was currently obscured by a black eye patch that had the kanji for wind inscribed on it. His skin tone was rather pale and he had chrome colored hair that was shoulder length long, but was currently spiked up. The male was currently smiling, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth and sharp canines. He was wearing a grey colored top with an upturned collar and long sleeves, accompanied by long black pants with white stripes and a set of combat boots. Over this was an embodied silver mantle that had a gleaming cross over his heart.
The male then proceeded to toss over a bundle of gold coins to the waitress. After carefully counting the amount, the waitress affirmed that it was correct, bowing slightly before leaving.
"Waaaa," Mika groaned in thanks, bowing her head as she greeted her savior who proceeded to take a seat at the same table as her.
"Errrr ok," The man sweat dropped, not understanding what Mika just said. "Just be more careful from now on ok. My name's Vritra. You?"
"Miiiiiaaaaccccccaaaa!" Mika wailed, causing Vritra's face to pale a little. When Mika realized what just happened, her face blushed a deep red.
"Arrrrgggghhhh dammit! I forgot I can't speak!" she yelled at herself internally. "Now he must be thinking I'm some kind of freak or animal!" As the thoughts of self blame continued to flow through her head, Mika started to smash her head on the table to let off some steam as well as the embarrassment.
"Oi, are you alright!" Vritra asked concerned as he watched Mika bash her head repeatedly. "Stop that or you're gonna hurt yourself." He then reached out to grab Mika's shoulder but that was when something weird occurred.
A thin black spark seemed to appear out of thin air between the two of them. As soon as Vritra made contact with Mika, it proceeded to shock both of them. Vritra instinctively withdrew his hand while Mika shot back up in her seat. While it did not deal any serious damage to either party, both knew very well what the significance of that occurrence was.
"He/she is a wielder of Solomon's Relics." Both of them thought to themselves instantly.
"Is that why you are acting like this?" Vritra asked once more, knowing very well what the price to pay for using one of these accursed weapons.
Mika nodded her head slightly before grabbing a nearby menu and pen. She then carefully circled out a few letter in it before presenting it to Vritra, using the pen to guide him.
"Your voice," Vritra read out as he followed Mika's message, causing the girl to nod her head. "That must be hard on you. Not being able to speak and all."
Mika nodded again sadly, her eyes slightly downcast as she recalled the day when it was taken from her. She was so upset about it that she completely shut herself off from any human interaction for almost two years. It was only with the arrival of Vergil did she regain her confidence to re-enter society once again.
"You?" she circled out on the menu once more.
"Well, you probably can guess." Vritra laughed sadly as he swept his bangs to a side to reveal his eye patch. "It took my left eye."
"Wheeeee," Mika sighed apologetically, to which Vritra shook his arms in protest.
"It's ok. I'm used to it already." He replied gently, lifting Mika's spirits albeit slightly. "By the way, have you heard about that mysterious guild that's recruiting members? I have been travelling for a while and I haven't really found the guild house so I think I may be lost."
Now that really got Mika excited. She instantly began bouncing up and down in joy, a wide grin plastered on her face as she pointed at herself. For a while Vritra still looked a bit dumbstruck but when he finally connected the dots, he instantly came to a conclusion.
"OH! You're part of them aren't you?" Vritra grinned when he got Mika's message, causing her to laugh heartily. "That's a relief. Could you guide me to your master please? I would really like to join you guys."
"Vistarion, End of Month," Vritra read out again from the menu circling. "So I'll meet him at Vistarion at the end of the month?"
Mika nodded gleefully.
"That's great! I really hope to see him soon!" Vritra smiled. "Well I still have an errand to run so I'll be on my way now. See you at Vistarion then!" he called out before leaving the restaurant.
"Bah Bah!" Mika cried as she bade Vritra goodbye, watching as his figure disappeared into the crowd of the town centre. Today really was a good day. Not only did she managed to get out of trouble, she also managed to meet a fellow user and introduce him into the guild. Len and Vergil would definitely be proud of her.
At that moment, Mika paused. She seemed to be forgetting something. A quick glance to the clock jogged her memory instantly.
"AHHHHH!" she exclaimed, seeing as how it was almost an hour later already.
Now Len was really going to be mad with her!
Author's Note
Grace Olympia – AnEternalMelodyToAFlamingSoul
Kanna Ranmaru – Hofund
Altar Beta Cancri – PrinceUrufu
Vritra Zero – Death Obelisk
Hi there, sorry for this chapter being a bit shorter than usual. A little update for you guys though. The next chapter won't be out so soon until two weeks later as I would like to collect a few more OCs first before actually making chapter plans. So until then, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I'll see you guys soon.