A/N: Hello! It's time for reviews! Now, here we go!
Perseus12:Here, we see a wild Alicia meet a wild Rowan in the wilderness.
drake202:Yup, sadly magnetism won't be a part of his powerset. Probably.
Now, before we go on I'll have to explain a few things. First, Stand visibility, due to magic and basically constant contact with the Spiritual, the people of the KuroInu world can actually see Stands. Anyone who can use magic can see Stands clearly whereas those who don't see it as a fuzzy projection. Second, each Stand power will be relatively simple because this is the medieval times, though that will be fun on its own. Finally, each chapter on its own(without this or the last section) will at least have to be more than 7k.
Also, Beta read by khaylittle.
I think that's it. Onto the show!
Rowan felt like someone pissed in his cereal in a world where cereal does not even exist. No, that doesn't describe how absolutely exhausted he feels. First, he was nearly killed by a fucking goblin, then had to experience the reality that is this world while burning up his reserves of anger and now he just feels tired, wet, and emotionally exhausted while still being angry.
He looks as if murder was a person.
In this world, the word 'homeless' exists as it does in most places, but at the current moment, with his shirt clinging to his chest, his jacket over his shoulder ,and his hat tied around a belt loop, he encompasses the term 'hobo'.
Rowan looked horrible and he felt horrible. He just wanted a warm bath, but wait, that's not even the worst part, if he went back to Alan's home he'd only get a lukewarm shower and he'd still wake up the next morning feeling like shit!
Not to mention he just straight up doesn't know where he is!
Oh, he also broke a leg in the fall.
He grits his teeth, ignoring the impending chill that comes from being outside in the dark as he takes a shivering breath and ignores the pain of his wrapped leg.
If anything, he's thankful [Live Wire] takes the form of a near infinite spool of 'wire' since he lacks cloth to make a cast and that he can manipulate his own energy, numbing the pain receptors in his leg to make it easier to walk while using the stiffness of the wrapped leg to stay upright.
He hobbles forward in the abandoned forest as he hopes, and prays to find his way to a new place.
Dark eyes peer into the broken cavern that housed dozens of enhanced goblins and other monsters. He wore dark pants with a tight shirt and gloves. His hair was brown and messy in accordance to his messy appearance.
Sighing, he looks around but doesn't enter, unwilling to endure the average smell of the goblin lair. He walks away and sighs, knowing what he has to do.
He opens his mouth but stops, his ability has a name but it's not one he likes since it connotes something positive. He doesn't feel like he's doing something good, even if it's for his family. So, the man raises his hand and speaks. "[War Pigs]."
Behind him, a being appears, black in color with white lines running down its body vertically with the occasional tear, revealing transparent skin with a bubbling viscous liquid running through it and into its chest and on its spine are small vials with that same liquid Its face forced into a disgusting snarl and its eyes blinded by a bandanna. Around its neck and arms were the broken remains of chains but the shackles were in perfect condition as it looked around.
From the shadows appeared multiple creatures, monstrous in form as they waited in anticipation. He pointed at a group and the kobolds came up.
Another finger was pointed and the near-dead corpses of wolves came up as the spectral figure behind the man grabbed the corpses with his hand before they seemed to get sucked into the body as they seemed to pass through the man as a number appeared on its bandanna. It started lowering as a flurry of movement was happening within the [Stand]'s body.
Finally, it reached zero as steam flew out and something was ejected into the vials on the [Stand]'s back. The [Stand] turned and reared its arm back.
The kobold's eyes dulled as their very bodies changed in form. They moved on to their hands as those became claws, their smell increased, their muscles became tense with power, their eyes sharp as the dark seemed clear. "And one more." The man muttered. It was too early to confirm the existence of the Aberrations, so he had to put all he had to make sure they could find the man and kill him. So, the Aberrations disappeared before reappearing. Camouflage.
He nods, despite the feeling in the back of his head yelling at him that it wasn't enough and he agreed. But…
He wants to believe. Not in Celestine, or the Goddess Reborn, or the Black Dogs, but in his fellow man. That maybe, just maybe, he could save them. That he could figure out their entire thing and send it falling down before it's too late.
Maybe, he could finally rest and accept any punishment pointed at him.
But for now, he has a job to do.
So, he walks away, letting the Aberrations chase after the young man.
"C'mon." Rowan mutters to himself. "Just a bit more. You've got this."
At this point, Rowan is cursing himself for not trying to learn how to ride a horse from the beginning. If he had one, he could've just called for it and would've been fine. But now, he has to take responsibility for his choices.
His steel ball continues to Spin in his hand while he looks around, hobbling as his covered leg moves awkwardly. He's starting to get exhausted and his choices are starting to amount to either stopping and sleeping or fight through the exhaustion and continue going.
"Sure Rowan, let's do this. It's not like I'll die quickly. No, I'm going to be smart, ask my friend to send me to a new world that I was in once and hope for the best. Not like I'll need medicine or my headphones to entertain myself on this journey." Rowan mumbles out loud, mocking himself before clicking his tongue, his eyes narrowed in frustration. "This whole thing is stupid, dammit. I'm in the time of the Dark Ages where religion is the prevailing source of comfort even if this place has things like basic hygiene products. Dammit, I need a doctor." Rowan whines under his breath.
Using the Spin has its ups and downs, for one, activating the Spin needs the use of a person's natural energy and training that is simple. Breathing techniques, with those techniques a person's body becomes stronger, ages slower, and heals quicker, but even then, healing Rowan's broken leg would take time.
Taking a moment, Rowan stumbles down on a fallen trunk sighing in relief as he mentally orders [Live Wire] to recede a bit.
He flinches as the pain comes back and he curls up, releasing slow shuddering breaths as the pain receptors signal pain way too much. He shakes as he bites his lip, keeping himself from tearing up.
In the end, he had to place the spinning ball on his leg to numb it as he sighs in relief. "Fuck." He curses, leaning back as he releases a long breath. Letting the steel ball do its work, Rowan stares at the darkening sky with a sudden realization. "I'm hungry."
He forgot to bring rations. Or he chose not to.
The nutrients he absorbed from the monsters are keeping him healthy but he still feels hungry.
Looking at his leg, he grits his teeth, removing the steel ball and letting [Live Wire] envelop his leg, the strange wire doing its job as he gets back up, Rowan continues on his journey.
The dirt crunches under his steps as he continues hobbling, looking up as he tries to remember something that could help him return, he scoffs when nothing comes to mind.
In the end, he's forced to continue. Though, he does wonder a few things. "What are you?" he wonders out loud at [Live Wire], the [Stand] is an amalgamation of wires. But the wires themselves look nothing like actual wires, much less act like it. The [Stand] doesn't respond but it does seem to move around, the extra tendrils moving around with life of their, or its, own.
He 'feels' one of the tendrils and it wiggles as if ticklish but it only causes Rowan to frown further. "String?" It felt like string but string isn't as durable as wire, nor is it actually elastic like rubber.
Memories come to mind of his grandma hitting him across the head after messing up a scarf or a sweater. Even dolls were things he dabbled in before coming to Eostia. "Maybe I should take it up again?" Stringwork, whether it be crochet or stitching was always a hobby of his. Still, his jacket was special, the fact that it has a hole on the shoulder really putting a damper on his spirit.
He idly imagined what it would look like if he had the materials for the jacket. More of a parka if anything, the material was warm but it didn't warm him up too much. It would have been too much wearing it during the summer, but any other time would have been fine.
As he hobbles, he misses how [Live Wire] was fixing up the parka, a second later, the chunk of jacket missing was replaced by pristine cloth made from [Live Wire]'s string.
Oh wait, he passed out in the middle of the trail he was following.
As it turns out, having a spiritual being make something then make it solid takes a lot out of somebody, especially if that wasn't what it was made for.
If [Live Wire] had an actual human body, it'd be scratching its head. It, instead, decided to latch onto a branch and raise itself up along with its user leaving him up in the branches before receding into its user's body.
In the next morning, Rowan looks at the sky from his perch on the branch he's resting on. His back on a bundle of branches as he looks up with his expression broken up. "Why?"
He can't get down.
Then, he hears the barking of dogs as he tilts his head to the side as his face contorts into one that's about to cry. Then his stomach growled loudly. "Sure, have everything happen now, obviously." He hisses under his breath. He reaches into the pocket of his fur parka and Spins the steel ball, preparing himself for a long fight filled with a lot of swinging.
He didn't expect to hear a feminine voice. "The dogs say he's over there, quickly!" He placed the steel ball back into his parka and peers down.
From the foliage came a group of female knights in cosplay. That was the only way he could describe them, all of them were wearing skimpy knights clothes better fit for the bedroom rather than the field and with swords that were shined but had a sharpness to them that seemed to cut through the air.
Finally, the leader and the most beautiful of them came out. Her blonde hair seemed to reflect the light and her blue eyes, while tired, also revealed intelligence, perception, resolve, and beauty all in one. Her skirt was basically sections of skirts over each other with a shorter one in front of the crotch that barely hid anything. The armor she wore was silver, revealing and extremely beautiful.
She was also staring at Rowan quite intently. "Might I ask why you're up there?"
"I climbed," distracted as Rowan was, the sarcasm came out to try and hide his attraction out of embarrassment, "you know with my hands and feet. They're quite useful for that."
Her eyes seem to glaze over, almost as if seeing someone else for a second before she blinked and it was back. "Considering your strange clothes, you must be the one who helped those girls from the monsters in the cavern?"
"Dunno." Rowan cursed his sarcasm and cried as he continued being a little shit. "The smell kinda overpowered everything else." Rowan blinked and sniffed at himself and retched, something that caused the other knights amusement, even the leader seemed bemused.
"The girls described you as 'rough, handsome and wearing strange clothes', admittedly, all three fit, though I can see why 'intelligent' wasn't in the description." She sniped back and this seemed to confuse the girls who are used to a more rough tone instead of the fond one she's using.
"Har har." Rowan said. "And you're as slow as the usual government agents, what? Did the princess lose her beauty sleep?" He added as she frowned and shook her head again, as if leaving a trance before moving towards the trunk of the tree he was in.
"Quite in fact. Stranger you might be, you're in my land, and anyone in it is under my protection. Forgive me in advance for this." She raised a leg and then brought it into the trunk, causing it to shake as Rowan lost his grip and landed on his side on the floor.
"Fuck! Ow." He groans as he blinks away the dark spots. Watching as the blonde walks forward with a bit of amusement before it turns to worry when she spots his leg.
"What is that? Emma!" She calls and immediately one of the knights, wearing a witch's hat and a robe, steps forward, staff in hand. "Analyze it and get it off."
"That's fine." Rowan wheezes out, "It-It's not anything bad, just…[Live Wire]." He calls as the wire recedes into him, to the curiosity of many of the knights, the mage and the blonde. "Broke my leg in the fall. I was using it to keep it steady."
To his shock, the blonde immediately had her expression turned steely as she manhandled him while the mage worked on his leg. "What is it? Is it harmful?"
"The first one is on a need-to-know basis and it's a 'no' for the second question." Her eyes bore holes into Rowan's face as she tried to take off his shirt to look for [Live Wire]. "Wait, wait! It isn't harmful. It's…like a projection?"
That seems to stop her in her tracks. Blinking as she looks up and hums. "So, a summon?"
Rowan chomped on the bit. "Yeah. I'm not the best at it but I have barely started practicing." He admits, though that wasn't how [Stands] worked. "I got exhausted keeping it up and managed to climb up a tree with a bit of trouble but I managed."
He began to unwind once the mage's staff began to emit a white light, healing his leg and causing him to nearly moan. "Is that so?" She noted, a bit suspicious but decided to leave it. "Then as the Shield Maiden of Feoh, I give you my thanks for saving those girls." She bows slightly but manages to keep her regal bearing. She straightens up, looking into his eyes and huffs in amusement, "Though, I expected less injuries against such opponents, have you lost your touch growing up?"
This seems to confuse the others, one of them coming up and asking. "Umm, what do you mean by that?"
"Well," She starts, sighing as if remembering a good memory, "not many can say they saved two Shield Maidens at the age of twelve, much less say they killed a group of orcs and other monsters by drowning them."
This seems to cause the others to pause as Rowan turns to her and a memory pops up. "You-!"
It was a memory of a blond berating him of acting 'unbefitting of a man' where he proceeded to retort with 'twelve is a bit old of you to wet your pants' after saving her from a few orcs. He couldn't help to wonder what it was about him that inspired blondes to bully him. Though she seems to have grown past it. She seems almost excited.
It almost hurt him to admit that he never got her name. "I-I'm sorry, I never got your name?"
Immediately, she glares at him. "Yes you did! You must have forgotten it."
"No no no. I swear, I never got it." He shook his head, putting his hands up as if trying to show his innocence but that only seems to piss off the girl. Though the other knights chuckle lightly at that, as if remembering something while the scarce male knights flinch visibly at that.
"Unbelievable, what kind of man forgets the name of the maidens he saves?" She retorts, putting a hand to her hips while giving him a pointed look.
"No, the two of you never gave it to me." He insists before latching onto a different part of the statement. "And what kind of maiden are you? Do you even know my name? Actually, what kind of children were you two? I never gave you my name and you two just followed me when I told you to."
"Th-That's…" She started, realizing that he was right as her face flushed. "Untrue. I remember it clearly."
"What is it then?" Rowan challenged and she was caught flat-footed. "C'mon, say it."
"You say mine!" She retorted, trying to get the heat off of her as she glanced around, noticing the amusement on all of the knight's faces. Some of them were leaning on their weapons while others just watched like they were watching a show, some were even mumbling stuff to one another.
"Why would anyone want to hear a name from my voice? Yours is at least three times more attractive than mine!" Rowan retorts, crossing his hands and smirking, clearly feeling like he won. He also missed the way that Alicia's face flushed in under a second as she tried to retort but was stuck on him calling her voice attractive. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked away only to find the expressions of her knights to be full of amusement and intrigue as her expression only worsened. "A-All of you, what are you doing?! Bring the horses here!"
Her yelling only got bouts of laughter but a few listened and began to whistle. Though there was something to it that felt off to the whistle but Rowan couldn't put his finger on it. Though Alicia coughed into a fist and turned to Rowan, her blush receding as she says, "Rowan, right?"
"Tch." Rowan clicked his tongue as the girl rested her fists on her hips and puffed out her chest in pride, causing her breast to bounce pleasantly in Rowan's eyes. "Then, you mind introducing yourself?"
"Of course. I am Alicia of House Arcturus, the Shield Princess of Feoh." She spoke, her voice laced with pride and a bit of anticipation, looking at Rowan to see his reaction.
"Rowan Moore, associate of the Long House." Was all he reacted with while extending a hand for a handshake. She stares at it and grasps it, firmly shaking it as he nods.
"Then it's good to meet you once again, Rowan." She adds with a small smile before releasing her grip on his hand. "I hope this time you don't disappear like last time. Prim and I were scared stiff, not to mention our respective Houses."
Rowan laughs, scratching the back of his head. "Right, forgot about that. Admittedly, our meeting and my disappearance were both an accident."
This seems to interest her. "How so?"
"Err, magic gone wild." Rowan explained. "Me and a friend were fucking with mag-."
"At such an age?!" She exclaims and blinks at him while Rowan gives her a confused look.
"What?" He was confused but blinked when he came to the realization of what he said. "Wait! Not like that! I meant messing around!"
"Oh…" Alicia realizes, her face gaining a healthy blush as she coughs into her fist. "I-I knew that."
"Anyway," Rowan continues, ignoring that, "it went hay-wrong and he kinda sent me to a random place. That's how I found you two. I couldn't stand by and see two people just get hurt so I stepped in and the rest is history."
As soon as he finished the story, a whine could be heard, mounted cavalry and armored horses appeared as Alicia nodded. "They're here." Turning to Rowan, Alicia bit her lips, "Rowan Moore, my parents and Prim's own parents still remember the debt they owe you." She reached into…somewhere and brought out a medallion, presenting it to him as he looked at it. "Show this and identify yourself, they should let you in and are quite excited to meet you."
Scratching his head, Rowan mutters, "I really don't think so. It's been years, I don't think they would even remember. Besides, I'd feel guilty taking advantage of their kindness like that." He admits as Alicia seems exasperated, almost relieved.
"Just take it." She said, grabbing his hand and shoving it onto it. "As a noble, and as a Shield Princess, it'd be remiss of me to leave debts unpaid, especially those that involve honorable acts like yours."
"Yeah, but I didn't do it to get paid." He admits to the confusion of Alicia. "The two of you looked like you needed help. That's it. I'd have felt guilty if I didn't try something."
Alicia just looks at him and so do the others, some of them almost in disbelief. These men and women all have reasons to be knights, some are more selfish than the others but all of them know one thing. This man is a good one.
"Even at the cost of your life?" She asks, intrigued and a bit happy.
"Well, that'd be an entirely different problem." Rowan admits, shrugging and relaxing before nodding. "But sure. Probably."
A silence falls over the area as they stare at this young man, the sun rising at just the right angle to make it seem like a halo was around him, as if glowing while he rests slumped, his thumbs in his belt loops.
"That said," he interrupts, scratching the side of his cheek, "you wouldn't happen to know where the nearest town is? I'm kinda lost."
This snaps them all out of it as they stare incredulously while Alicia barks out a laugh. "Of course, I'd be willing to accompany you but sadly, I have other responsibilities to take care of."
Smiling, Rowan nods and listens as Alicia unfurls a map and starts discussing the fastest way to the town he's in, all the knights and soldiers noting the focus in Alicia's eyes as he points out where he lives. She proceeds to point out monuments and notable locations as his eyes widen at the realization of how close he is.
Alicia gives him a firm shake of a hand before ordering her knights to move. He did the same, going in the opposite direction as she watched him go from atop her horse. Finally, her Second-in-Command couldn't help herself, "So, that's who you're aiming for?"
"Wh-What?!" She yelps, her face a healthy red as the surrounding knights whom she knows more personally, start laughing. "I-I don't know-."
"Oh really?" Another starts, leaning forward and onto her palm. "Well if you don't want him, I wouldn't mind having him, did you see how clean he was? Even after taking a bath in the river."
"Or his eyes, they were so bright!" Another squealed as Alicia tried to glare at them with a face as red as a tomato.
"Quiet, all of you!" She finally bursts out as she glares to the side, unable to look them in the eyes.
"Still, it's like something straight out of a romance story. A daring but courageous commoner saving a princess from defilement along with her young friend before he suddenly disappears, only to reappear years later allowing for the young princess to 'repay' her savior." Emma pipes up with her own opinion. "I managed to get a good look at him with a [Analysis] spell and let's just say." She whistled as her eyes gained a glazed look to them. "He's packing a dragon under there."
Alicia's ears are now completely red as she imagines it but shakes it off. "Quiet! Before I-I something! Just-argh!" She finally gives up, hiding in the neck of her horse as it seems to laugh in its own equestrian way. She felt betrayed.
Finally, one of the laughing males rode beside her, his eyes serious. "Lady Alicia, this might be out of turn, but could…" he paused, struggling to come up with a well spoken response but couldn't, "to be blunt: could he be attempting to take advantage of you?"
She raises a brow and stares at him, her stare causing him to shift uncomfortably as she shakes her head. "He didn't even remember my name when we met again. I find it hard to believe that."
The knight nods, agreeing with her before continuing. "What of his character?"
"Fuck me!" A loud yell was heard, starkly male as a group of howls resounded as a tree was sent flying off to the wayside.
Alicia's eyes harden. "What's that?"
Beside her, Emma closes her eyes and hums. "Rowan is being chased by wolves ma'am." She flinches for a second before turning. "He just snapped the jaws off of one."
She blinks and huffs. "Sounds like him. But wolves?"
"Well, one of them just bit out a chunk of stone." She reports worriedly. "I believe they are the aberrant monsters we've been hearing of."
"The Aberrants?" She glared at the area and spoke, "Tyra, take the archers and intercept from a distance. The Aberrants would scare the horse if you got close, Emma, take half of the mages with you and join her. I'll take the rest and wait."
Looking at the trail of destruction, she looks ahead and nods. "Quickly!" She turns to the knight who spoke about Rowan and said, "Rowan has character but lacks honor." She turned and said her final piece. "But that's what saved me and Prim."
She charged ahead of Rowan's path and prayed he'd follow it as the rest of her knights followed after her.
Rowan uses [Live Wire] to wrap around a pair of trunks as he ducks under the wire, pulling it as it stretches to its limit before releasing, cutting through the air and then lopping off the head of a wolf as its body falls down lifelessly as the fine wire dissipates.
He continues running, sword in one hand and covered in blood as he already cut down a few and strangled others. That said, the wolves didn't seem like wolves, they almost seemed like a hybrid between a monster and a wolf. Almost like the goblins.
The thought nearly causes him to trip as he calls out, "[Live Wire]!" The wires connected to a few wolves as he exerted his will over them, their color disappearing as the energy in them filtered through him and left them as husks. With a pull, the wire started to recede into him as the corpses came closer to him as he grabbed the wire with both hands and yelled while throwing it out, the groups of corpses hitting the alpha as it whimpered.
He continues running and running over obstacles as the wolf hybrids follow after him as he grits his teeth. While [Live Wire] is a long-ranged [Stand] its precision lowers the further it goes from Rowan's body. The amount of will needed to absorb the energy from others also increases.
So at this point the wolves have learnt to keep their distance and are trying to tire him out. He could bring out his steel ball but all the movement is making it hard to reach for his jacket pocket. "Fuck, I need to learn how to ride a horse!" He yelled to himself as a wolf leapt from above him as he brought back the bastard sword in a swing that cut but sent it flying instead of cutting through.
Though he also noticed an arrow piercing through it as his eyes widen when he catches a glint of metal as it was shown to be an archer from horseback as they brought their bow back and sent it flying at one of the movies that tried to swerve from the pack, forcing it back.
Soon, he starts hearing the footsteps of horses as arrows begin to fly out, hitting their mark with unnerving accuracy. "Keep them in a herd! Don't let them separate! Hit the ones in the foliage! Rowan, can you keep running!"
"Augh!" He tries but stops as he swallows his own spit and he could almost hear the woman shrug.
"That sounds like a 'yes'. Keep going forward!" She orders as Rowan takes a deep breath and continues running. His own stamina quickly found its end despite the absorbed energy and nutrients from the hybrid wolves.
But he forces himself as the wolves begin to bite at his heel. The fear he felt was only eclipsed by his hunger as he forced himself forward.
His mind was a whirl as he tried to figure out what he could do before a spark went off.
Rowan's use of the Spin required great medical knowledge, knowledge that has been subconsciously imprinted into his mind due to years of studying the Spin and its uses for medicine. If he decided to be a doctor he could be a great one. Instead, Rowan chose this and even now that knowledge is useful.
It became gradual, exhaustion being replaced by alertness as his eyes widened, certain parts of his body numbing as he felt lighter as he seemed to speed up, his perception of time slowing to a crawl as he jumped over obstacles with ease. The energy he absorbed turned to electricity as [Live Wire] sent electrical signals through his body to make it efficient.
Finally, as the energy in [Live Wire] began to reach dangerous levels, he heard it.
"Go! Go now!" Then the thunder of hooves as the knights came from the fields with shining weapons as they overtook the wolves, moving from side to side and killing them as they moved, keeping them in a cluster as Rowan's focus was broken when a hand appeared beside him. "Come on."
Grabbing the soft hand, he jumped while being pulled up and landed behind Alicia on her horse as she asked. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." He answered, holding her hips and scooting forward behind the shorter girl as she seemed to jump up a bit but he missed it. "How are you going to take care of this?"
She scoffed, her face red at the contact but Rowan was too hung up at how… 'right' it felt like riding on a horse. He paid attention when she began talking. "There's a clearing up ahead." Was all she said despite her face contorted into a small smile as she led the group of wolf hybrids that only seemed to have grown since last time he checked.
Finally, they came upon the clearing they were talking about. It was a bridge that a few cloaked individuals were aiming at. "Close the gap!" She ordered, slowing down as the other knights did the same but still continued at a controlled pace, the archers off to the side shooting down the wolves that got a bit too curious and leapt forward at them, corralling all of them into a circle as the wolves snarled and howled.
Then, some of the knights began to break off to stop by the side, the circle still continuing as they began to go forward into the bridge, Alicia and Rowan on the bridge as the wolves snarled and charged at the opening.
"[Live Wire]!" He yelled as the spectral wires spread out and covered the sides as electricity sparked off it and keeping the wolves trapped inside as they crossed the bridge and closed it off as the mages aimed and fired, the support beam breaking off as he ordered [Live Wire] to recede into him as the wolves fell to their deaths.
Alicia leads her horse to the edge and peers over it as Rowan followed her example. The rapids and broken wood injured them but didn't kill them as they healed a bit after. Rowan sighed in relief as Alicia straightened up at the Knights on the other side. "All of you, follow them and return by sundown. I'll join you once I leave this one," she jerks her head towards Rowan, "back and join you with the others."
The others nod and give off salutes, some of them giving her a jealous look or a teasing one as they went to follow their orders.
Wordlessly, Rowan's group continues on as he sighs in relief. Though he quickly jumps when an apple is thrown his way, he looks at it and stares at Alicia as she huffs, "Here, regain your energy. The trek isn't a long one but I can tell a hungry man from a healthy one."
Rowan looked at the apple and shrugged. "That's a load of bull. It took you this long to notice that I'm hungry."
"No, I knew from the beginning, I just didn't point it out." Alicia retorts but refuses to look Rowan in the eye. "Besides, you're an associate of the Long House, if you're ever out on a quest-.:
"It was a commission." Rowan admits as Alicia and the knights stare at him. "No, really." He takes out the paper and shows it to Alicia as she looks it over.
"How does a commission become the liberation of women, the killing of monsters and Aberrants, and lasts more than a day?" Alicia asks in shock while Rowan shrugged.
"Dunno. Anyway, you ignored my hunger!" Rowan accused as she turns back.
"I did no-hya!" She yelled when Rowan pressed her side as she jumped up while yelling with a feminine voice, everyone in the clearing staring at her as Rowan's smile widened.
"Well, isn't the princess ticklis-agh!" Before he could finish, she elbows him and leads the horse to buck slightly, causing him to fall off in a pile beside them. He took a moment and got back up. "Alright, I deserved that."
He tries to get on but she leads the horse away. He tries again and the same thing happens. Looking up at Alicia, he sighs. "Alicia, please let me get on."
She doesn't answer and only speeds up a bit as Rowan is forced to follow after her on foot. "Alicia~!"
Only the knights could see the feminine and satisfied smile she had on her face.
A/N:here we are, Rowan meets a Shield Princess(Is that even the right term? God?) and messes around with her like any normal person. We also have a new Stand and a bit of an Omake I thought up after reading harem Quest. First, the Stand:
Stand Name: War Pigs
Musical Inspiration: War Pigs/Luke's Wall by Black Sabbath
User:?
Power: B
Speed: C
Range: E
Staying: A
Precision: B
Potential: C
Ability: [War Pigs] is a humanoid [Stand] that 'takes' attributes from other species and inject them into another, like adding scales onto goblins or making humans more durable. It does have a timer though as it messes with a person on the genetic level so these traits an be passed down to their offspring. Though, since Eostia isn't very scientifically advanced, they just think of it as switching attributes.
There, done with that. Now, this story is officially on Ao3 along with all my others that I have barely updated so you can go check that out. Also, this Omake is a shoutout(kinda) to EostianScribe, let's go! But before that, have a nice day! Also, tell me what you think in the reviews!
Omake: Games, Actions, Girls and the Eyes of Heaven
Benterra isn't a very complicated man. He likes games, he likes masturbating and likes anything that has to do with his own aspects as a deity.
So, when Anncastel came to him with an idea concerning [The Gamer] he was ecstatic. Especially when he managed to peer into the world she wants him to tweak [The Gamer] to.
So, the deity got to work, first, like anything, he had to use a cauldron, or his computer in this case as he mumbled like a stereotypical witch. "First, character editing, then Races, classes, magic, oooh, this is going to be good!"
So, night after night, he continued working for a cluster of worlds. So hard did he work that he barely noticed the days waste away.
Finally, he was finished, the System just needed a few tests before it was ready. So busy was he that he missed how a shelf was tilted to the side, a game sliding down gradually. But he didn't hear because he was busy, because he was so tired he was starting to see things.
It was in the last test that it gave in.
He just finished fixing the bugs of the previous version when his door was forced open and the voice spoke up, "Hey Ben~, is it done yet!"
Almost like Professor Utonium, Benterra was making a masterpiece, he had his sugar, his spice, and everything nice in the System and just needed to fix a few tiny things. But the force the door was opened with was great, making everything shake as the objects on the shelf on the wall above his computer began to fall.
But Benterra didn't notice this because he jumped and turned to Anncastel in shock.
He didn't notice an entire legacy fall onto the keys of his computer, one-by-one, games, novels, comics, manga, one by one, to the ignorance of Anncastel, who was on Benterra's bed looking at the ceiling, and Benterra who was looking up Anncastel's skirt.
Finally, the last object on the wall shelf fell [into] the computer like it was a cauldron. It was a game by a famous series.
It was [Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Eyes of Heaven].
Or in this case, Chemical X.
With that, the System was corrupted, all the conflicting information causing it to shut down and reset, removing what was added to a different file to be deleted but something went wrong. It instead went to a flash drive that was removed when Benterra leapt at Anncastel, the goddess of beauty squealing as the drive flew out of the room before the door closed.
What was previously a [System] about [The Gamer] instead became an amalgamation. Horrid to anyone else, but instead, someone found it. She wore a green veil dotted with stars and a red robe. Gently, she picked up the broken [System], a system that, by fate or chance, made it upon the hands of a matronly woman.
"Where did you come from?" The woman muttered, her brown eyes staring at the unfamiliar object and the unfamiliar surroundings. Calmly, she spoke but loudly, "Joshua?" She spoke, looking around, hope flaring in her chest as she believed she was in Heaven. But another look dashed her thoughts of seeing her son.
It hasn't been long since her son's resurrection and subsequent parting to the West. But even she knew this place wasn't the kingdom of the Clouds.
Then, the object in her hand thrummed. Towards her, she removed the object with her. A simple chalice that her son drank out of.
With the two objects in her hands, the thing in her hand changed directions in the empty courtyard of the Divine. Where there's always supposed to be someone there, but it was empty, bereft of beings.
Slowly, she was led to a room, opening it, she gasped. Almost like a vision, atrocity after atrocity was committed to women, children, men from the center and it was corrupting the surrounding areas. Something in her told her that if she didn't stop it, entire worlds would be destroyed.
So, with resolved steps, she went to the center, hoping to possibly fix it with the grail. But the thing in her hand thrummed to somewhere else. She stared at it, looking around as she became witness to atrocity after atrocity committed by men, women, and demonic beings. "I-Is this a test? Was my own son not enough?" She whispered under her breath. But she understood, she couldn't start there as its already fallen, the corruption is spreading towards different worlds.
So, she followed it, past worlds where the heroes won or they betrayed their country, of long-winded fights and fantastical beings. Of Honor and pragmatism.
Finally, she came across one at the edge, close enough to see the origin but not enough to make it glaringly obvious. "Here?" She spoke to the object that seemed to thrum in agreement. Turning her head, she saw another world with potential and she knew what to do. She brought the object to her lips, kissing it in her own form of a blessing before doing the same to the chalice. A connection was formed and so, she placed the chalice on the world at the danger of being corrupted before splitting the object in her hands like bread. One side was larger than the other but she placed the smaller one with her chalice and the bigger one in the other.
"May you find Salvation." She said at the end, almost caressing the world before pushing the Holy Grail down and into the world along with a piece of the original drive. The larger piece was placed into the other world before she began her trek out. "Please," she began once again, "King of the Clouds, guide them. Joshua, welcome them as you will I."
With her piece said, the [Virgin Mary] took her leave. Like that, as if waiting, the rest of the deities appeared and sound began once more.
Unknown to any of them, [Fate] and [Gravity] have already begun to take place. It starts with a sip of a chalice.