Divine Protections? No, Just Pure Luck!

by LordPurifex

You would think luck would favor all sorts of individuals once in their lives, right? Well, that is not the case for Sean Wang. After being forcibly removed from his world he is placed in an all too familiar setting. Armed with foreknowledge, and a few items from home, how will Sean overcome the danger that awaits him? Only that fate is decided by the choices he makes.

2. Arc 1, Ch 2: Fool's Sacrifice

Disclaimer:

I do not own the Re: Zero series or anything else relating to it. It is all owned by Tappei Nagatsuki. Any OC found within this story is of my creation.

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Time seemed to plod on for reasons bizzare to individuals of this "realm". Minor as it was, the lack of entertainment for me to partake in bothered me. No, scratch that. There was absolutely nothing from my world that I could do, so, I found myself in an all too familiar state of boredom. I assumed that said boredom would only continue to grow as I remained here.

Aside from that, I had spent the majority of my time strolling and remained on high alert. Trouble lurked at every corner within the Slums. It would have been unwise of me to stir up any conflict before I had reached my destination. Not only that but I was also troubled by other problematic issues.

With the sun almost setting on the horizon, the events at the Loot House were about to begin. I had to remain vigilant and trust that the Sword Saint would come to my aid. If not, I did not want to think about what would happen after.

As I walked, I grabbed my smartphone from the depths of my pocket. With a single tap, the smooth display flickered to life. The time on the screen was around midafternoon. I was perplexed by the discovery.

If I recalled correctly, the Witch of Envy summoned me roughly an hour before midnight. My smart device should not have been able to refresh itself without the proper services and connections. Yet again, it was another strange development that I would have to research. If it were not for the Loot House incident, I would have clutched my head in desperation.

To not let myself suffer from another headache, I placed my device in its original place and opted to smoke a cigarette instead. I ruffed through my backpack like the nicotine addict I was. Once I had ignited the cancerette, I felt slightly at ease. If only the cancer stick could make such a feeling last forever.

Roughly in about an hour, Elsa would be making her way towards the Loot House to negotiate with Felt. I wanted to remain optimistic about my chances of recovering it, but I was aware of the terrible outcomes that could occur.

Three possibly devastating outcomes came to mind if neither I nor Reinhard showed up. First, Felt becomes greedy and Elsa kills her and Rom. Second, Elsa eliminates the duo and Emilia shows up later to get brutally murdered also. Third, Emilia gets there when they are negotiating and they all die.

I wanted to tell myself that it all would go according to plan, but an unpleasant feeling gnawed at me from the pits of my stomach. There was too much risk in the half-ass plan I had conjured up in the span of a few hours. If I was not careful then everyone could die, including me.

'Tck, makes me wonder why I have such a soft spot for that assassin beauty. Hopefully, I can persuade Elsa to walk away from this peacefully...hopefully.'

I took a long drag, exhaled slowly; letting my good ol' pal nicotine do its job. Yes, that truly was my main concern above all else. The client that Felt was tasked by was none other than Elsa Granhiert. A deadly assassin that was infamous for her methods of murdering by slicing her targets' bowels. I had truly found myself in quite the predicament.

What made the situation rather problematic was my fondness for the Bowel Hunter. When it came to liking certain Re:Zero waifus, I had chosen the most problematic woman. Elsa as a character was detested by the fanbase; however, that is exactly what Tappei had intended. Even villains such as herself serve an overall purpose other than just being an antagonist.

At a young age, Elsa experienced a traumatic event in Gusteko. As a result, she developed a thirst for wanting to disembowel those that opposed her. In having discovered that "wonderful" feeling, she would grow to become a force to be reckoned with. It was the only source that provided warmth to her frozen heart. She embodied that mindset of a Bowel Hunter to survive in the cruel world that had wronged her.

Still, if she did not have to go through those experiences, she would have been a "normal" girl. There would have been no need for her in becoming what she was. The outcomes of certain events happened for a reason after all. Enduring pain and sorrow applied growth in an individual. It was a common assumption for those who were dealt the unlucky hand in life. Something I find myself silently agreeing on.

Hearing about her struggles reminded me of the famous discussion over Nature v. Nurture. Was it truly in Elsa's nature to become a killer? Or was it the environment she was thrown in that nurtured her abnormal tendencies? Depending on whom you ask, the answers would vary.

In a way, there was a chance that the Bowel Hunter could be saved. My feelings for her were more than likely connected to my rough upbringing. I saw a part of myself within her so to speak. I too would have lived a cold and dreadful life had I not been graced by meeting certain individuals. It's only logical to extend that same generosity to someone in a similar situation.

As I took one last puff, I flicked the lit stick out of my reach. While I enjoyed a small break, I knew time was of the essence. It would be ideal of me to depart early to make the needed preparations. I was vaguely aware of the exact location of the Loot House. The last thing I wanted was to wander off too long. Truly the odds were not in my favor, but I would have to make due.

Following the eastern path to the Slums, I could not help but involuntarily gag. I made a mental note to add, 'dying by shitty air', to the list of possible deaths.

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After traversing through the maze known as the Lugnican Royal Capital, Felt had finally returned to Old Man Rom's place in one piece. The assignment her client requested had been a huge success overall. The only thing left to do was wrap things up with the said client and retrieve the payment from her.

Even though she was confident that no one had followed her, a feeling of uneasiness and doubt remained. Ignoring those thoughts, for the time being, she approached the door to the Loot House and proceeded to knock on it.

The young thief heard movement from the inside as a response. A new voice made itself known as they requested something from her.

"For a rat..."

"Poison."

"For a white whale..."

"A harpoon."

"To the noble Dragon Lord, we are..."

"Shitbags."

The unknown individual was satisfied with Felt's answers. After a few short moments, the entrance to the Loot House was revealed to her. A familiar individual came into view as it put a smile on her adorable face.

"Hmm, about time you brat. I was starting to get worried for a bit. You know my old heart can't take it anymore." Rom said sarcastically. He could tell the brat was embarrassed by the slight blush on her face. It reminded him why he just couldn't get enough of the girl.

"You're lucky I love ya Old Man Rom! Now get me a glass of milk. I'm thirsty from running all day." Felt ordered as she walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool.

Rom closed the door shut. He proceeded to make his way behind the bar. "Were you able to get that thing the client wanted?"

"Sure did!" Felt puffed her chest out with a toothy grin. "That clueless girl didn't know what hit her. Her fancy purse was an easy hit and then I just ran out of there!" Rom nodded his head in approval as he was impressed by her skills. Still, he was doubtful.

"That's good and all, but I hope you didn't get sloppy, Felt. If someone comes knocking on the door that isn't our client it's on ya. It would be y'er lesson,'' admitted Rom with an amused tone in his voice.

"What!? Old Man Rom, we're a team! If I go down you're going with me!" whined the cute thief. Her arms flared in the air as her face resembled that of a typical loli. "Besides, I know for a fact I was not followed."

"Oh, are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, let's make a wager."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. A wager."

"Sure. Whatever." Felt lazily agreed.

"The next person that knocks on that door y'er going to let them in. Don't even check'em or even ask for the password. If it ain't the client, you gotta work at the bar for a whole week." The giant declared as a smirk was plastered on his face. He could see the eyes on the girl almost bulge out of their sockets.

"What?! You know damn well I have to be out there making the coins we need!" Felt shouted in response. No matter what she did she still looked cute.

"Too bad. My rule is absolute here, Felt. That is the "Way of the Bar'', so to speak. Plus, it will keep ya out of trouble. Means we can spend some more time together!" Rom laughed, knowing that Felt was not having any of his teasings. Then, out of nowhere, a knock erupted from the door. "Felt, go ahead and open it. Let's see who's right."

Felt huffed as she made her way to the door. Once the nob was in her hand, she opened the door expecting to see her client. That is until she realized they were not there at all! In front of her was a tall and weird-looking man. She yelled at the mysterious stranger, "Who are you?! How did you get here?!"

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I had anticipated for Rom to answer the door and instead was greeted by none other than Felt herself. She was shorter than I remembered, only noticing her once she raised her voice. If only she was not present then I could have gotten in easily! To convince both a blonde loli and a war veteran to let a stranger in posed a serious challenge.

Finally meeting her eyes, I saw Felt's deadly glare aimed my way, promising to unleash lots of pain. I nervously smiled and did the one thing that would diffuse a tense situation: flattery. "Hey cutie, I just heard about this bar down here, and I just had to visit. Mind if I get a drink or two?"

A long pause settled between us. I attempted to comment again until a swift kick made way for contact. Without a moment to spare, I narrowly dogged with my new enhanced reflexes. This action only seemed to infuriate the blond-haired thief even more.

"Dammit! What do you want, fancy pants?!" Felt barked with her teeth bare.

"Pardon?!"

"You heard me! You're one of them from the way you look!" Her ruby eyes glinted with visible hatred. From what I could gather, the blonde thief detested me.

I looked at myself up and down in hopes that I could find something wrong. It was then that I mentally palmed myself in the face. How could I have been so clueless?! My current attire was casual in my eyes, but to an individual like Felt, it was like a major red flag. I looked like a noble! I had to diffuse the situation from going further south.

"You see, the thing is-"

"Shut your trap! We're not having any of your pity! Get out of here before I rob you myself!" As a departing 'fuck you', she slammed the door right in my face.

'Great. And they say first impressions are important. Way to go Sean, you couldn't have messed up any worse than that!'

It seemed nothing was going my way. If I could not get myself in the Loot House then all hope would be lost. Without setting up my plan by the time Reinhard arrived, then Felt and Rom would be goners. I could feel my frustration from the stressful environment starting to accumulate. It was an inconvenience, but only a minor setback in the grand scheme of things. Nothing would hold deter my resolve anymore.

Both Rom and Felt are peculiar characters; however, they had adopted the mindset that was commonly present amongst all those who resided within the Slums: Never trust the rich. The oblivious Royal Candidate's outburst was justifiable. She only had done what she thought was logical from her perspective. Her distrust towards those from the higher sector is the only thing that had kept her alive, including her incredible methods of adaptability.

Although, I could use her distrust to my advantage. I did not need to convince both Felt and Rom. The duo truly respected and cared for one another. The blonde thief was the main hurdle in getting into the Loot House. If I conjured up some half-hearted excuse it would backfire on me.

Plus, if I revealed that I knew she was in possession of Emilia's insignia, then it would be all over. I only had one option in mind. If I could not reason with her then I would have to sympathize instead.

Nodding to myself, I felt a new rush of determination surge within me. With a few heavy knocks to the aging door, I waited for her. From inside, light footsteps made their way back to me. As I waited patiently I could practically hear the blond thief groan aloud and say "Finally, they're here!". She was going to find that was not the case at all. Her client was not arriving for quite some time.

The entrance opened slightly as she peeked to confirm if it was her client. Instantly, I could tell she was rather disappointed in seeing me again. "Ugh! Didn't I tell you to scram?! We don't want you here!" Felt remarked as she tried to close the door.

Before she could do that, I had a firm grip on the edge of said door. There was no way I was going to let a loli rile me up. "Look, I think you have me mistaken for some arrogant noble. Trust me, I'm far from one."

"Is that so? Well, I'm definitely not blind or stupid! You sound just like them too!" growled the blond thief. I could feel her trying her hardest to close the door on me again.

"Will you just listen to what I am saying?! I didn't come here to start trouble!"

"Shut up!"

Hearing her abrupt rise in tone, I glanced down to look at Felt in the eyes. Her distaste for me was as sharp as a blade. Honestly, it wounded me to my core.

"You don't think I don't know how you all act?! Scheming behind closed doors while you all have your stick up your asses! I can practically tell you're looking down on me!" The oblivious Royal Candidate snarled. Felt had a lot of pent-up hatred and frustration for the rich.

However, we were both in the same boat. I had to work relentlessly to even live a decent life. Finding a way to convey those emotions to her would be ideal.

"It's tough, isn't it?"

"Huh?"

Seeing that I had her attention, all that was left was to explain myself.

"It's tough having to work so hard to just survive, am I right? You go day to day, week after week, just surviving. You practically have no time or chance to live your life. That's how you feel, huh?" I admitted with a soft tone. I was starting to feel quite vulnerable in a way.

"Yeah, that's how it's always been." Felt's mood then shifted from anger to sorrow. Then it reverted as fast as it came. She continued, "Still, I doubt you have had to live like that!"

"Heh, on the contrary, we're more alike than you know."

"What do you mean?" The teen asked.

"That you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I've had my fair share of struggles just like you. It took a bit of time and a lot of help from people I trusted. It's just like that saying goes here, "Live strong". I only knew how to survive like the weak fool I was. It was only by the grace of others that I understood how to live strong."

Felt noticeably flinched after hearing my statement, as if she had made a huge mistake. It was understandable in her case. Even if she did not know she was a future Royal Candidate, I knew Felt cared deeply for the people in the Slums.

I proceeded in hopes I could rid her of her defenses. "Do you understand now? I didn't come here to pity you or anything. I was asking around for a place to get some drinks and someone recommended this spot." While I was lying through my teeth, it was the only thing I had in mind.

"Tck, fine! Just one drink and you're outta here!" The blonde thief responded as she finally had opened the door entirely for me.

'About damn time you adorable loli!'

It took a while, but the sentimental approach was for the best. If I tried anything else, then I would have come off as suspicious and noisy. Such traits as those are what could get you in trouble in rough areas. After succeeding in my infiltration, I had to keep pressing forward.

Making my way to the bar, I could tell how old and dusty this place was. Each step I took, the wooden planks on the floor would creak loudly. I was slightly worried that I'd see what was lying beneath my feet. Then, I shifted my gaze and saw Rom across from me, and I could tell he was curious with the way his eyes glistened. I could feel the loli thief behind me following along, but I had to remain calm and collected. Dusting off one of the bar stools, I took a seat and got comfortable.

"So what will it be fella? Mead or some milk?" Rom asked.

"Mead please." I answered.

"Five copper, boy."

"Huh, what am I getting, a whole meal?"

"That's how I run my business."

"Two copper?" I counter-offered.

"Four."

"Three is the best I can do."

Reaching no agreement, a subtle staring content was initiated. I could tell from the look in his eyes he expected me to falter. It was evident that I was being underestimated and maybe even being tested. I would have to play his game through to the end.

"Good. That's the typical price anyway." The Old Giant deadpanned. Then, I saw a smile plastered on his face. I even found myself slightly grinning from his antics. No way I was going to be made a fool so easily.

"Really? You were going to make me pay more? That is a clear example of poor business practices from what I understand. A horrible way to run a business. Just some advice from a traveler like myself." I replied only for Rom to shrug his shoulders carelessly. He was the uncaring person that I expected him to be.

With the price being agreed to, I retrieved the reward from Reinhard to pay it off. Having only gold coins on my person, I was not helping my argument of not being from the nobility. It would have been wise of me to have asked someone to trade for some regular coins before I had arrived.

"Here you go, bartender!" I flicked a shiny coin towards the giant. His oversized hand then caught it with ease. I then saw him raise a brow from giving him more than expected. I continued, "In case I want more from you. One of the bottles in the back might do, but I'll let you know."

As a response, the demi-human bartender only nodded his head. I truly was not a fan of drinking in all honesty. It is only recently that I had started to come around to partake in such a popular pastime. Some old scars were tied to it. Until the disaster could be avoided, maintaining my act was necessary.

Wanting to quench my thirst, I took a generous sip.

Immediately, I regretted it as it tasted..tasted...horrendous. I did not expect the mead to taste so flat and unpleasant. It would not be considered an alcoholic beverage from the twenty-first century standards. I held back the bile that threatened to be released from my esophagus. I gave myself a second to compose what dignity I had left.

I could hear slight laughter coming from the giant bartender. For a couple of moments, I couldn't tell what he was laughing about until he started hollering like a hyena. From behind me the cutie known as Felt was doing the same. I may have underestimated them instead.

I slammed my mug down in clear frustration, "The hell is this shit?! It tastes like piss straight from the White Whale!" My childish remark only added more fuel to the flame. It was too late, my pride couldn't take any more of this humiliation.

After their snickering died down, Rom replied to my question, "The mead I gave ya is already spoiled, boy. I thought you would have noticed the stench. Seems like you still have a lot to learn."

"Man, it almost looked like you were going to hurl. That would have been a sight to see!" Felt commented as she continued to laugh.

"Just please, give me an actual drinkable beverage." I pleaded.

"Sure. Whatever you say, four-eyes."

"That's if you can handle it, pipsqueak."

Their hollering resumed once again. While I expected them to be such lively souls, I was completely incorrect. They were complete bullies. However, all of that was validated with the struggles they have had to endure.

The Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica and its economy were suffocating the people within its walls. The nobility at the top prospered while those at the bottom struggled. Nonetheless, I had to assume that even the "middle-class" had troubles at times trying to make ends meet. Anyhow, it would only be a matter of time before the current system set in place would fail altogether.

What made the kingdom's predicament troublesome was it had no allies. While Kararagi could be a potential ally, I only see them aligning with Lugnica if it benefited them. There was tension between the other neighboring countries. It made sense why they closed their borders in the first place.

Lugnica also had established a non-aggression pact with Vollachia, and how long it lasted would be seen eventually. If they ventured down this path further, Lugnica would continue to struggle regardless of what they did.

Before the kingdom spiraled into such a mess, it suffered from something far worse. The entirety of the Royal Family was deceased and that meant the covenant with Volcanica was in jeopardy. As a result, the citizens were looking for a new ruler to lead them to prosperity. As the Royal Selection was just around the corner, it was only a matter of time before the candidates were to be revealed to the general public.

Ah, it seems I allowed my thoughts to wander for a bit. Some form of development and reformation was needed for the kingdom to prosper. If not, I could only imagine how the citizens would react. The last thing Lugnica needed was a coup d'état.

'So much for feudalism. Now, if only some form of democracy was possible. That would be helpful.'

"So, Rom was it?" The giant lazily grunted. "You own this entire establishment, correct?" I casually inquired.

"Absolutely. And just let y'er know I ain't selling her to ya!" Rom said. The man went back to cleaning his mugs. For some reason, the man did not like discussing his place.

"Whatever." I turned to Felt who decided to sit next to me. The oversized mug in my hand made it quite a hassle. "What about you, Felt?" Her facial expression turned wide-eyed. "You're shocked I know your name? It's not hard to gather information in these parts of town." I lied swiftly. I used to be a troublemaker like her back in my day.

"Ugh, you'd think people would keep their mouths shut around here." I could tell she was slightly irritated with the pout that adored her face. She then grinned widely revealing her yaeba. "Anyway, that's me alright!" proudly answered Felt.

"Well, it's nice to meet the infamous 'Adorable Thief' in the flesh. Still, you just look like an ordinary runt to me," I admitted.

"Hey! I'm not a runt! You don't look any better yourself, Window Face!" Felt quipped.

A clever comeback, I had to give her that. And people said the redhead maid had a silver tongue, sheesh.

I could only smile to myself as I patted her head. She was slightly startled but eventually accepted it. The blonde thief gave me a small smile in return. For her barely knowing me she did not resist much. Either I had gotten a serious increase in my charisma, or I discovered an unknowing skill in taming loils. I could just imagine the FBI busting down the door at any moment. I had no regrets.

Felt's gentle voice then stopped my current line of thought. "So who are you and what are you doing here, Big Bro? There are like a dozen places you could have gone to." The thief questioned suspiciously. It even piqued Rom's attention again.

Great, let the interrogation begin.

"I'm Sean Wang. A simple traveling inventor wanting to consume some alcoholic beverages. I picked this place because I had a feeling the drinks here would be cheap. No offense, Rom. The place looks like a dump from the outside." I replied and then sipped some more mead. The giant bartender grunted. He would get over it.

"Sean, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you!" Felt said enthusiastically.

"Same here, boy. You can stop by my tavern more if ya want." Rom offered.

"Likewise. I'll be sure to take you up on that offer." I said with a grin. "By the way, you're not going to make me leave so soon, right?" I asked Felt.

"I might have to. Can't have you ruining my business with a client." The thief declared with a smug look.

"That hurts, runt." I had to try something, else I would run the risk of having to leave. I had an idea and I knew she would agree. "Let's make a deal. I'll give you five gold coins if you let me stay?" I stated.

Hook.

Her expression changed to that of a giddy child from the brief mention of obtaining some money. It was clear that I had her attention and possibly a chance to not get kicked out. "Hmm, make it ten and you have a deal." Just like Rom, she counter-offered.

"You greedy gal. Six gold coins are my last offer. You're practically getting free money. It would be a shame if you turned this offer up..." I responded as my glasses' surface glinted.

Line.

"Fine fine, Big Bro. You have a deal. Just don't go pissing my client off." Felt uttered as she released a sigh.

Sinker.

"No promises, haha. You never know, they might even like me!"

After that little deal, the three of us continued to converse and traded stories with one another. Even though I knew the duo in good detail, it was incredible to hear the different dialogue than what was found in the anime, light novels, and web novels. They seemed to have possessed more personality. Even though they were just characters to me before, I could not help but enjoy being around them.

Felt then went on to give me a crash course about the Slums and how she had been living here all this time. She briefly mentioned not having parents and that Rom had to take care of her since she was young. It pained me that I had to pretend that I pitied her. I made sure to not make it vocal but only understand her frustrations. It was a shame that a child such as her had to endure so much. I started to loathe that every person I met had some kind of horrible upbringing. But that was life, I guess.

While we kept conversing, we suddenly heard a few taps from the entrance. The room grew dead silent, as Felt knew her actual client had finally arrived. Although, I could not help but feel excited and rather terrified out of my guts.

A part of me was about to meet an extravagant woman and the other side with common sense knew she could murder me. Even if Elsa possessed the looks, she also had the skills to eliminate anyone that she wanted. I would have to be careful from thereon. If I made a mistake, death is what awaited me.

Moreover, I was not too confident in whether Return by Death would be my saving grace. I had to proceed with the mindset that the ability was not in my arsenal. It was the only safe decision I could make. While it was a useful ability, I doubted I could handle the strain of being brought back to life.

The blonde thief made her way to the door again. Once that door opened, I was welcomed with the sight of unfathomable beauty. Standing there, in the doorway, was a tall woman with long braided hair with a purple rose on top. Her entire frame was voluptuous, resembling that of a Greek goddess's statue.

Her aura alone was overwhelming as she radiated both erotic and perilous. She was like that of a poisonous flower. You knew it could harm you, but you could not help wanting to smell its sweet and deadly aroma. Truly, she was the woman I had longed to meet from the very beginning.

"Hello, if I am assuming correctly, you have the requested item in your possession?" The black-haired woman briefly asked as she looked around the tavern and noticed me. Her violet garnet irises met my cool gray. "Hmm, I did not expect us to have other unexpected guests," questioned Elsa as she made her way into the tavern.

"Yeah yeah, lady. Let's just hurry and make this deal. I'm tired of holding this thing." Felt guided the cloaked woman to the nearest table to the bar. She then pointed at me, "Don't worry about Big Bro over there he is just here to drink. We are all set to make the deal."

I then saw Felt dig in her pouch for Emilia's insignia. With the way she dressed, I was surprised the thing did not fall out in the first place. As the oblivious Royal Candidate was preoccupied, I noticed the Bowel Hunter kept her gaze on me.

Her wry smile did nothing to ease my worries because I understood what it meant. She was being subtle in uncovering my true intentions in being there. Clearly, she was a sly woman. Truly one of her lovely traits. It would be wise of me to diffuse any tension between us. I had to gamble that my flirting prowess would aid me in such a trying time.

"Is something the matter, gorgeous?" I asked with what confidence I could muster. I was average-looking in terms of attractiveness. Elsa, on the other hand, possessed said trait in spades.

She continued to stare at me a bit longer. Then, I knew I was in the clear when she closed her eyes and smiled. "Ah, such flattery. And here I thought I came for business and no pleasure. What is your name, dear~?" The black-haired beauty cooed, making me gulp.

'So much for flirting! She's too hot! I'm gonna need some help or something!'

Before I could reply, off to the side I saw Felt had found the badge. She then turned to me and aimed a cute glare my way. The interaction between the black-haired beauty and me was not what she expected. It was not my fault that the incognito assassin wanted to flirt back with me!

"Sean to others, but to you, whatever you want." That comment had her practically beaming with a wonderful smirk. I then saw Felt confirm to Elsa she had obtained the Insignia. I saw an opportunity in slowing their deal by being a tad bit noisy. "So, that is the item you wanted? Seems pretty worthless in all honesty." I pressed on as I made my way towards them.

"Again, I'm here on business dear. We can talk more later if you would like? " The Bowel Hunter brushed her hair to the side, which made herself even more attractive.

How was that even possible?!

"I think this runt wouldn't mind if we had a chat before your deal. Right, Felt?" I glanced at the little thief who 'hmphed' in response. I suppose that was a yes.

I then found myself across from the infamous Bowel Hunter. Being in such proximity, I began to feel self-conscious. Nonetheless, that was the least of my concerns. Even if the situation could turn for the worst at any moment I had to stall her.

If I mentioned anything about returning the badge to Emilia or knowing her true identity I would be silenced. Continue playing the fool would ensure my success. I knew saying it was a lot easier than doing. And if the need for it arose, then fighting was the last option.

"So, Elsa, if I had to guess you're here to buy that jewel for someone?"

"Oh, what makes you think that?" The assassin queried.

"A precious item like this would hinder your beauty. Wouldn't make sense for you to buy it for yourself."

I let my smooth attempt at flattery do its job. Her eyebrows rose as she tilted her head, playing with her braid. A small lick of her lips was what I was greeted with in return.

"You do know what a woman likes to hear, don't you?"

"I aim to please. It's not every day I stumble upon a woman with a pleasant voice and looks that could kill. Makes me wonder if Od Laguna indeed does have favorites." I humored even if no one had laughed. Reinhard would have, I think.

"I would find that hard to believe. However, I guess I could bless you with more of my time, yes~?"

"If it's no trouble. A small discussion should suffice."

Finally, after intense use of flattery, I could continue to delay their deal. Whatever was said from here on did not matter long as I did not provoke the Bowel Hunter. I would practically be walking on eggshells laced with mines. I would need all the luck I could to distract the gorgeous assassin.

"So, is there an actual hobby you like doing by any chance?" I lazily wondered as I dug around my pocket for a cigarette and lighter. This got her attention, "Want one?"

She nodded in approval. With two flicks the lighter ignited and soon we were both enjoying the incredible sensation of tobacco. Even though we were having a "casual" interaction, I could still feel the slight tension radiating off of Elsa.

While she looked gorgeous with her current attire, somewhere in that fluffy cloak of hers she was concealing sharp kukri blades. I could probably have smelled the remnants of iron and intestines if I tried hard enough. I had mixed feelings.

With the continuous burn of our sticks, it did take long till a flat haze of smoke enveloped the tavern. While I was truly enjoying mine, I could tell the assassin in front of me was trying her best to mirror my actions.

I couldn't hold back my giggle when Elsa accidentally inhaled too quickly, releasing a short burst of adorable coughs. For a second there, I could see her killer exterior falter and be replaced with that of an ordinary woman. While I enjoyed seeing her like that, it disappeared rather quickly.

"Oh my, forgive me. But to answer your question, I enjoy knitting from time to time. While it may not seem like it, you could say I am full of surprises."

"It's alright, just take it slow and relax." I grin and played with the lighter. "And knitting? I can see you doing that. Your hands show me that you don't do anything with a lot of labor." I replied as I saw her aim another playful smirk my way.

"Yes and no." The Bowel Hunter briefly touched her braided hair. "Enough about me, I'm curious to know of you. From your bag and the strange metia you just used, you are a foreigner, yes?" She inquired but the look in her eyes I knew better. Information is what she was after.

"Okay, keep your secrets." I teased.

Although, for a mere moment, her soft gaze glistened with malicious intent. If it was a dating sim then I would have lost some points in the affection meter.

"My apologies, I just couldn't help myself. For a living, I develop and analyze metia of all kinds. After a little mishap in my traveling plans, I ended up in the Dragon Kingdom. I just arrived at noon today." Again, I had to fabricate a lie on the spot. Truly this was not my best look but I had to roll with it. I continued, "And for the metia, you saw it is a rather simple design. I have much more unique metia with me."

"Really now? How interesting. You have certainly piqued my interest, Sean~. If you don't mind my asking, would you show me another?"

"Of course."

I retrieved my smartphone and placed it in front of her view. I continued to puff more smoke as I gauged her reaction. Elsa lifted the device onto her soft palms and cautiously analyzed it. From front to back, she seemed to marvel at its peculiar shape and feel. With the screen facing her once again, she saw a reflection of herself staring back. I smiled, seeing that she was having some actual interest in my phone.

That was until she tapped the screen.

A random photo of the beauty of an assassin revealed itself. One that had her dawning her signature blades as she licked her plump wet lips.

"Hmm, now this is rather strange. Care to explain, Sean?" The assassin asked with a hint of venom. My phone was then facing me with the still image there.

No matter how hard I tried, I gulped on instinct. An action Elsa no doubt picked up on. I had to conjure up some other lie. However, my intuition warned me that she would smell through it, literally. If I started to panic I was going to get Felt and Rom killed here along with me.

I had to bluff like there was no tomorrow!

Taking one last hit, I steeled my nerves for what possibly would be the ending to it all. I released a sigh and explained, "You see, this metia has a feature embedded within it that records the image of a new individual that wields it. In short, when you touched it, a random image of yourself was generated." I repositioned my lenses, avoiding showing how shaky my hands were. "That is one of its primary functions as a metia. It can also capture the image of an individual rather than generating one via contact. I could go on to explain the rest of it, but that is the gist of it." I finished with bated breath, for what felt like the nth interrogation that day.

I waited for her response, seeing her dissect my answer piece by piece. Her blank face reminded me that I had bitten off more than I could chew. In a few moments, I was going to be an appetizer for Christ's sake. It was then her gentle voice that brought me out of my brooding.

"I see. Then please, show me what it can do." Elsa stated as she stared at me with more interest. I knew that I was practically at her mercy. That was close, but it was evident that I was far from out of the woods yet.

"Of course. It would be rude of me to not answer a woman's request, no?" I opened the camera app as she smiled at my cute comment. "Now, all you have to do is pose. I will let you know when the image is captured by counting down. Ready?"

"Absolutely." The Bowel Hunter responded as she readied herself.

"3…2…1"

CLICK

After the flash went off I could tell she wanted to react but refrained from doing so. I definitely should have warned her. Once the photo appeared in the gallery, I was mesmerized by its vivid resolution. Elsa had tilted her head slightly and placed a palm under her chin, with a smirk to top it off. It was simple yet effective given her womanly looks.

Before I could discuss with her what just happened, the other occupants in the room had something to say about what transpired.

"Big Bro, what was that light?! Did you just use magic? I wouldn't have guessed you had an affinity for Yang!" Felt commented with much enthusiasm typical for a girl her age.

"Y're full of surprises aren't ya kid? Just don't go bringing down the place alright. I got a business to run." The Old Giant warned me. Even with Elsa here I began to feel intimidated by him as well.

"That flash you all saw was not Yang magic. In actuality, it came from this metia that took a single frame from time and stored it in itself." I detected that I was unprepared with communicating complex subjects, given their expressions of bewilderment on their faces. I continued, "Basically, I took a frame of Elsa and now said frame will live in this device."

A sudden shriek from the blonde thief signaled that she did not grasp the concept whatsoever. "So you stole a piece of my client and now it's in the metia? Old Man Rom, that has to be a curse, right?!" Felt questioned with a bit of fear in her voice. Even if she acted older, her childish nature was very apparent.

Before I could answer her, the old bartender elaborated, "Nay, you need to pay more attention, Felt. When he said frame, he meant at that moment, right boy?" I nodded. "See? Quit overreacting. Else you'll end up being a scaredy-cat your whole life!" The giant cackled to himself which prompted the blonde teen to seeth loudly.

"Oh dear, and here I thought you had done something devious~, Sean." The assassin cooed, which still sounded like a threat.

"I would never haha. The last thing I would want to do is upset you. Now then, would you like to see the results?"

"Certainly."

I then positioned the phone in her direction, allowing her a clear look at the image. Her purple garnet eyes twinkled in awe. I could understand due to the fact all this tech was new to her. It showed that even I took the inventions from my world for granted. From then on, it would be wise of me to protect the devices I had on my person. One day they could play a pivotal role in changing this world as a whole.

'Building technology on this scale is going to be nigh impossible. I should start with simple day-to-day devices first. Once this is all done I am going to need to make a list for sure!'

If I could introduce useful devices without the usage of mana stones, then I could lay a proper foundation for myself. Then after I built a name and reputation, receiving some kind of support would be for the best. At that point, I would need to incorporate magic and such into the more advanced inventions.

Ah, I then realized I was getting ahead of myself. It is best to take everything one step at a time.

Protect the precious devices I had at the moment, and then introduce new ones to the world. It sounded easy and logical in my opinion, right?

"Hmm, do these other metia perform the same magic like that frame thingy?" Felt mused as she rummaged through my backpack and case.

Wait...what?!

"Felt, y're gonna make the boy angry. If you break something then it's on ya." Those wise words were urged by the giant for a guardian.

Truly, I was at a loss for words. Even if Felt was adorable, she had to know that going through my belongings was where she had crossed the line! "Hey, runt! Hands off the goods! All of it is priceless!"

A wicked grin was then visible on her face, causing a chill to run down my spine. "Priceless you say? Meaning they are worth a fortune? Why didn't you say so?!"

The blond thief was shrewd as ever. Still, I could tell she was being playful. A petite cough erupting from the Bowel Hunter was a sign that I had gotten sidetracked. At least she had enough patience to bear with Felt and my antics.

"You know, Sean, it is quite rude to take your eyes off an individual you are speaking to." I blushed in embarrassment. "You will need to make it up to me another time. For now, I have some business with the young lady over there." The Bowel Hunter stated, retaining the same smile she had when I first met her.

"Seems I got carried away. It would be selfish of me if I kept you all to myself, right?" I quipped. I attempted to rise from my seat until I felt a tight, yet gentle force tug on my wrist. It had seemed Elsa had finally seen through my ruse. Death by disembowelment is what awaited me.

As if sensing my predicament, the assassin directed my head towards her. Part of her face was darkened by the lack of light within the tavern. She licked her lips as per usual when she discovered something or someone that intrigued her. Everything about her was ominous, yet erotic all at the same time.

Before I could say a word, she placed a finger on my lips. Her action befuddled me no doubt. I could not understand her intentions, nor could I read what was going on in her head. Was I supposed to be afraid or turned on?!

"Don't go too far now, Sean~. There is still more I want to know about you." She cups one of my cheeks softly almost in a loving way. "After this, you'll have to redeem that favor." Elsa softly admitted as she licked my cheek. I silently prayed the others did not see that.

I rose quickly and placed the chair in its original spot. Trying to save face, I walked back to the bar with my head down. When I got there, I could hear the old bastard hollering as Felt giggled past me. Both of them witnessed me getting licked like a lollipop by the black-haired beauty. What's done is done. All I could do was witness Felt and Elsa as they began their negotiation for the Insignia.

With Reinhard having not arrived yet, I grew more and more anxious. Once the little runt handed the insignia to Elsa, the Bowel Hunter will finally reveal her hand. I had to devise a plan that did not interrupt them. The outcomes I thought of from earlier reminded me of what was at stake. If I did one incorrect action, it would be all for naught.

I glanced at Rom, shuffling bottles from the shelf. I signaled the giant by tapping on the counter. The man shifted his attention, followed by a grunt indicating he was bored out of his mind.

"What you want, boy? If it's a lick you want then I'm the wrong person. Ask the lady over there. HAHAHA!" Rom bantered as he continued to laugh at my expense.

"Tck, I'll pass, you geezer. Although, I think I'll take one of your bottles." I replied.

"Which one?"

I smirked as I pushed a lone finger to the bridge of my glasses. A visible glare appeared on the surface of my lenses. "Have you heard of a fiery wine before?"

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"The deal for the badge was ten Holy coins, lady."

"Yes, I remember. It seems you proved yourself useful after all."

A handful of shiny coins were slid across the wooden table. The transaction from both parties had come to an end when the required item had been delivered.

"There you go, lady. Now you can get out of here. Pleasure doing business." Felt ordered as she attempted to grab her payment. A greedy grin was then plastered on her face, knowing she had made a significant profit. That was until the taller woman in front of her held her wrist in a vice-like grip. "What the hell!? Let go, you crazy bitch!"

"Now then, I believe I have one thing left to do," replied Elsa, deadpanned. A subtle aura of malice radiated off the assassin which went unnoticed by the blond thief.

Before any serious harm could be done to the teen, a resounding smack from the bar interrupted the two. While Rom and Felt had not picked up on Elsa's true intentions, I had to direct her attention elsewhere. With the bottle of brandy in hand, I poured its smooth contents into a regular glass.

Neither the giant nor the thief understood what I tried to accomplish; however, I saw the look of realization that appeared on the assassin's face. I could make out the wicked and sinister smile that adored her facial features. There was no need for me to lie from there on out.

She was aware of my intentions.

"This here is a cup of Granhiert, a fiery wine from the Holy Kingdom of Gusteko, if I am correct." Swirling the drink, the scent of its fruity yet warm scent had reached my nostrils. I took a small sip, letting its rich distilled flavors assault my very taste buds. Once it had passed, I was greeted by its subtle warmth aftertaste. "Delicious indeed. Something I would not mind indulging from time to time. Wouldn't you agree, Elsa Granhiert? Or should I say, the Bowel Hunter?"

The now revealed assassin had a dark and ominous stare aimed my way. Like a predator setting its sights on vulnerable prey. Although, she was not going to achieve her goals of a murder frenzy.

From the rear, I heard the Old Giant reach for his oversized club from beneath him. Then the teen near the deadly woman released herself and retreated several paces from her. Felt's dagger was removed from its ragged sheath, ready to strike. Both of them were tense at the sudden news of an infamous killer in the same room as them.

The woman in front of us licked her lips in delight. My original plan of avoiding a confrontation had failed miserably. The three of us, packed in the dim and tight tavern, with a powerful Curse Doll was a recipe for disaster. Even if we all fought at once, it would only be a matter of time till the Bowel Hunter had the upper hand.

Still, Elsa was not much of a fighter that I knew of. Following her movements was not an option with an opponent of her caliber. That did not mean predicting her strikes was far from impossible. She often aimed for the vitals and mainly the stomach. Other than that, there were no other options. The three of us possessed no real talent in the arts of magic, her only weakness.

"I see, Sean. It seems keeping my identity hidden was foolish of me. And here I was having so much fun with you~. For once, I felt like a regular woman." A pink hue adored her precious face. "I can tell you meant every word. It made my cold heart jump a bit. Still, I will find more pleasure in seeing your insides~." The Bowel Hunter admitted, pulling her jagged kukri blades from within her cloak.

"Elsa, stand down and leave these two out of this. I can help you." I pleaded, hopelessly.

At that moment I had hoped a certain OP bastard would knock down the roof to save us.

"Help me? Dear~, I am not a damsel in distress. As I said before, I am here on business and I intend to fulfill it."

"Stop being so stubborn! I know that insignia holds no value to you. You're just a pawn in a deadly game you cannot even comprehend."

Hearing my remark, she expressed a hint of anger, something unusual for her. It was evident that I needed to keep stalling. How I planned to do that, I did not know for sure.

To ensure the lives of the others, persuading Elsa to retreat was my way to victory. The only way to achieve that was to reveal something of the Bowel Hunter that only a few would dare know. If I shared such sensitive information, I could not imagine how she would react.

"Sean dear~, don't say such things. I will save your bowels for last so that I may savor and cherish them!" Elsa barked, brandishing her twin blades.

'No turning back now. If I say that name, things are going to change. And will that change truly be for the greater good? I'll just have to wait and see.'

Even as I grew visibly anxious, I could not back down. If I planned to save everyone as I originally intended, I had to go through with my decision, canon be damned.

"You don't have to listen to Mama, Elsa. What she does not know won't hurt her." I declared with bated breath. At that, the room grew uncomfortably quiet.

While it was brief, a slight hint of fear appeared in the assassin's eyes, until it ultimately was replaced with malice. Rom and Felt were oblivious, stealing glances at one another in the sudden turn of events. The name Mama held no real value to them, except to her children and her foes. One of her said children happen to be standing in front of us, ready to unleash her fury upon them, including me.

Her master, the one who tasked Elsa with this objective, the one that would punish her and Meili if they failed, was the worthless scum known as Capella, Sin Archbishop of Lust. If it wasn't for her enslaving Elsa and Meili during the lowest points of their lives, they never had to suffer. Capella only cared about her organization that was full of individuals who were loved by none, except her. What made them obedient to the archbishop, was the immense power she wielded through fear.

As a result, said fear is used to make them "love'" her. That love is used for nothing more than to fuel her psychotic desires and wishes. The Archbishop of Lust could then do as she pleased with her children, as they completed objectives throughout the world.

If that was not enough trouble, she possessed an Authority that even I did not know how to defeat, yet. People back home theorized how she could die, but even I could not figure it out. Out of all the Archbishops, Capella was the deadliest of them all without a doubt.

With those troublesome thoughts plaguing my mind, I could only flench in clear frustration. There was a time and place to worry about what lay ahead. Focusing on the matter that could determine if I lived or died was the top priority. And it all started with the woman known as Elsa Granhiert.

The Bowel Hunter, from her presence alone, seemed to be intrigued with whatever else I had to say. As if there was a simmering chance she could turn away if my words got through to her. I snarled at my naivete, knowing full well how foolish it sounded.

My affection for Elsa would only lead down a path of torture and misery. Despite that, I could not give up on her and Meili, leaving them to suffer any further.

For change to occur, it would all have to begin with me.

"Mama is nothing more than a delusional, psychotic individual who preys on the weak." My eyes peered into the mind of the female assassin. In return, she offered nothing more than a blank stare. I proceeded, "You don't have to follow her orders anymore, Elsa. Give up now, and I'll ensure no harm comes to you. Even if she sends others to hunt you down, or comes for you herself, I'll make sure nothing happens. Your client and Mama are the same individuals who benefit when people suffer. So please, make the right choice now."

Somewhere deep down, I knew there was another side of Elsa that yearned for an ordinary life. A woman who wished for nothing more than to be free of her past, so that she and her sister could be at peace. To wash away the sins of all the lives she has taken to satisfy her dark desire. That side of the Bowel Hunter knew she was far from innocent, but it still wanted change to occur. Although, it was frozen by her cold emotions long ago. It was then that I knew she intended to silence us once and for all. The outcome I did not want, had come to fruition.

"You truly are an astounding individual, Sean. To think a mere inventor was entirely aware of my assignment. It makes me wonder who you really are." The assassin stood there, menacingly, as a slow and wet lick of her lips frightened me to my core. "What you don't understand is that what Mama desires, she will have. Be it the life of another or my own. That is how powerful and absolute she is." The deadly assassin shifted to a recognizable stance, one signaling her charge. "While I despise her, I accept my fate as her tool. Because I, the Bowel Hunter, do not need sympathy from you. What I truly desire is what lies inside you~." Hearing her threat, the tension in the air grew to immense levels, almost suffocating.

Slowly, I rose from the edge of the stool, noting the less amount of sunlight that remained outside. The battle that was about to be unleashed was insurmountable indeed. The other two knew well enough that the time for dialogue was over. We had to handle a deadly assassin on our own.

Suddenly, the Bowel Hunter then disappeared from my line of sight. A clashing of blades alerted me that she had blurred to reach Felt. The blond thief responded, evading another strike, and aimed for a rapid slice.

Anticipating her move, Elsa parried her strike with ease, not bothered to look at the teen. The assassin followed up with a horizontal slash of her own. Felt tried to utilize her evasiveness to her advantage, but all she could do was respond with a block, absorbing the brunt force of the powerful attack. As a result, the young teen lost her footing and crashed to the wooden floor.

As she fell, I watched in horror as the little runt I cared about be brutely murdered. I remained in place, shocked by how overwhelmingly powerless I felt. That was until the giant behind me hurled his massive club toward the assassin, which she deflected with a kick, causing it to crash into a nearby beam.

That counterattack gave Felt the chance to retreat with her life intact. Even with the blond thief's divine protection, Elsa could match her speed with little to no effort. I needed to warn them that getting too close to the deadly woman was hopeless.

Before I could do so, Rom launched a barrage of punches that were wild yet loaded with power. His oversized fists missed Elsa's slender frame by a few centimeters. Yet again, the Bowel Hunter was showcasing her experience with relative ease, almost as if she was dancing.

"This is the first time I've ever foughten a giant! I do wonder what lovely colors will come from you."

"Y're not getting that chance!"

While the giant was fending her off, I saw it as an opportunity to contribute. The large club was relatively close, wedged into the beam. I hurried to retrieve it, almost causing myself to slip. With the weapon in hand, I launched it to its owner who silently thanked me. I made my way to Felt as the two individuals continued to duke it out.

"You alright, Felt? You aren't hurt are you?" I asked worriedly. I did a quick once-over on Felt for any sign of an injury. Other than a light bruise to her leg, she was okay, for the time being.

"I'm fine, Big Bro. That crazy bitch is just too fast for me. But Rom for sure is going to get her, I know it!" Felt confidently replied, watching the fight behind me.

Deep down, I knew Rom was no match for the likes of Elsa. I did not want to vocalize my worries to the teen. The last thing she needed was to be put into a state of panic. Yet, above all odds, he still gathered the courage to face the assassin, knowing he would die.

All for the sake of his surrogate daughter and me.

Death was not going to embrace the giant so soon. That was all going to change.

I could not allow Rom to die for anything. The blonde teen still needed him in her life for everything he had done for her. If I was going to save the people I had come to cherish, then I too needed to place my life on the line. Even as my fear and cowardness overflooded my senses, sweat that leaked from my pores, the intense beating of my heart, I ignored it all. Hesitating in such a desperate time was no good. With my skills, I could make a difference, even if I perished.

"Felt, leave now. Hurry before it's too late!" I stated with utmost urgency. The young teen was visibly confused as I guided her to the sole exit.

"No! I won't leave you guys behind!" Felt rejected, clearly aghast with my decision.

I was then brought into an embrace, watching the droplets that leaked from the corner of her eyes. All of her actions proved to me that she carried for my well-being. It pained me to see the little runt in such a state. For the life of me, the last thing I wanted was for Felt to suffer.

"Listen, there's not much time so listen closely." Her teary ruby pupils were then focused, even as she continued to shake in worry. "Rom isn't going to last if I don't help. So I'm gonna get you and him out of here. But first, you'll need to go find help. If you yell out for the name Reinhard, he'll find you. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, but…what about you? Big Bro, she's gonna tear you apart! Aren't you scared?!"

"Scared, of course," I admitted, gulping from all the stress. "I am terrified for my life! But, you and Rom come first. That's enough for me to risk stopping Elsa. Nothing is going to happen to the two of you long as I'm around, okay?" An affectionate and gentle pat to the head reassured the little runt.

After that, there was still more that had to be done. "Now go! Find Reinhard, quickly!"

"Just promise me you'll live! Promise me!" The young teen worriedly shouted.

I bit the inside of my mouth, knowing that false promises did no good. If that was what she desired from me, I had to indulge. "I promise. Now go!"

With one last glance, she ran like the wind to find reinforcements. I then turned around in time for Rom's club to cause the majority of the floor to cave in. The Bowel Hunter then used it as an opening to put an end to the old giant.

Despite that, I reacted in time and grabbed a chair, as it flung straight at her. Right as it appeared to hit its mark, she demolished it with a simple flick of her blade.

Rom then retreated next to me. With only the two of us remaining, the odds were stacked against us. Elsa herself seemed unfazed by our presence as if we were nothing but a mere warm-up. Not only that, but it would be only a matter of time before he too would be gone.

"Thanks for the help, kid. I just wish you would have left with Felt." Rom muttered with slight annoyance.

"Jeez, I just saved your ass like twice now. I can't let you go hurting Elsa now, can I?" I replied sarcastically. We both shared a light-hearted chuckle, keeping the black-haired assassin within our sights.

"So sweet of you to say, Sean~. Once I've eliminated the giant, I'll have all the time to enjoy you myself~," stated Elsa with a sadistic smile on her face.

"Unfortunately, the geezer has to retire for the night. It's just you and me, beautiful. Straight to the main course." I responded nervously with a grin.

I then beckoned Rom to head for the door. He stepped back cautiously, ensuring the assassin beauty wouldn't attack. Nearing the exit, the giant dashed, until the Bowel Hunter aimed for him. Before harm could be done, I alerted him with a 'Look out!', as the blade's wind path passed me. Her blade then impacted the door, removing it from its hinges. Rom avoided the assassin's attempt at his life by decreasing his speed.

'Well, they're both gone now. All that remains is this troublesome and stunning woman. I've made my bed, now I have to lie in it.'

"Sean, it is just you and I now. It is still a shame I won't be able to see those two innards." The Bowel Hunter sighed with displeasure. "Although, I feel you will be enough to satisfy me, yes?"

"Cute, but I don't like to be underestimated." I shifted into a defensive stance that offered protection and a chance to grapple my opponents. I resumed, "And satisfy you? Come now Elsa, at least let me take you to dinner first." I chuckled.

Was it because of my joke or impending death? I did not know.

"How wonderful. Show me what you can do, Sean~. I want to enjoy this new feeling I get from you even more!" declared Elsa as she opened her arms wide, welcoming me.

"With pleasure," I responded. Recognizing the danger, a surge of adrenaline flowed throughout my body. It was the first time I would be fighting for my life, and my chances of living seemed slim.

There was no turning back.

Before I could blink, she was already on the offensive, dashing with incredible speed. All I could do was hold my defense and find an opening. That opening never came, as my eyes did not register her rapid movements. Subconsciously, I guarded my abdomen, estimating that was her intended target. It was a good call as I was able to get a hold of her wrist. The move was reckless as her blade narrowly missed amputating my fingers.

"I see, you were able to stop that. Then maybe I should quicken the pace, yes?" cooed The Bowel Hunter. She was clearly amused and wanted to be entertained.

With renewed vigor, the black-haired assassin lifted me with her free hand without my noticing. Her soft hand latched itself onto my neck, almost choking the air out of me. All I saw was a blur that looked to be a leg moving rapidly.

It wasn't too long before I ended up on the other side of the tavern, mazed with a severe ache coming from my ribs. The act of breathing brought agony to my being. I could only diagnose that she had fractured several of my ribs. I was limited to short and shallow breaths to prevent further injury.

"It seems I was a bit rough. You can hardly stand, let alone breath, Sean. What will you do, I wonder~?" She mockingly questioned. A tilt of her head to the side would have been adorable had I not been suffering.

Elsa then proceeded to make her way towards me in an elegant manner. Not wanting to absorb another bone-cracking blow, I stepped back from her.

Nothing useful came to mind in how to immobilize her. Jujutsu alone was not enough and taking any more damage would render me useless. The Bowel Hunter had pushed me to a tight corner, literally.

'Fuck, it's getting hard to breathe. I have to do something quickly else I'll-'

I could not finish that thought as she threw one of her jagged blades, directly for my stomach. In a panic, I stepped back too far, causing my sneaker to be caught in something. I was greeted by the floor as my back made impact, taking the wind out of me.

From above, a glimpse of her blade zoomed as it nearly decapitated me. I then registered an additional injury that came from my ankle, which was more than likely twisted. When I stumbled, it had to have been the hole Rom's club had left behind. While it caused further injury, it saved my life.

As I grunted, I saw the gaze that the assassin was giving me. Her intimidating stare speaks volumes of what deadly schemes she had planned. Wasting no time, I mustered what strength I could to stand once again. With a twisted ankle, it would be a hindrance to my movement, but I could bear through the discomfort. If I could not avoid her directly, then using the environment was the last resort.

There were tables, chairs, barrels, and stools in the vicinity. Not actual weapons, but would be enough to divert her attention. Taking the initiative, I fired off whatever I could get my hands on. It was a desperate attempt yet I had nothing left to use. None of the said objects were going to reach her, which was what I wanted. It would only be a matter of time before she would be irritated and delivered another strike.

As expected, Elsa paid no mind to the objects and swung her blade as they grew close. "Can I…interest you in…a timeout?" I said, huffing between breaths. My side worsened from all the physical activity. To make matters worse, I could feel the adrenaline in my system had dissipated. The injuries from before had become unbearable to deal with.

"You can rest once I have seen your bowels, Sean~. I do wonder how they look and feel…what warmth they provide. I can hardly wait to find out."

"Yep, that's definitely… nope."

Our brief discussion allowed my body to recuperate somewhat. It was nothing drastic, yet I knew it would help nonetheless. There remained nothing in sight to hold her off from a distance. I either would have to retreat or surrender, both leading to the same outcome; death.

For a world filled with magic, you'd expect a spell or two. Wait…magic…that's it!

While I could not do magic, Elsa was clueless about that fact. It was my only advantage over her and the last trump card I could use. The black-haired beauty was significantly vulnerable against magical opponents. Still, she had a metia of her own to negate one magical attack if the situation called for it. The magical cloak around her person was crafted by that clown Roswaal L. Mathers, the most powerful mage in the world.

Resorting my chances of living on a bluff seemed foolish. Then again, as the saying goes, "Desperate times call for desperate measures". As I held an open palm, I glanced at the assassin as she too came to a halt. "I'm sorry, Elsa, It's time to end this."

"Do you surrender? If so, I will try to make your death painless, dear."

I took one last deep breath and extended my palm forward, "Quite the opposite, Elsa. This battle is over."

…

"GOA!"

Having heard my chant, the assassin dodged, showcasing her inhuman reflexes. The bluff had worked, but it only provided a few seconds for my retreat. I bolted for the door, forgetting about my injuries, and hoped to find someone.

My escape attempt was meaningless as she reappeared in my path, slamming her knee to my abdomen. The force of the attack was enough to launch my whole body into the damaged post from before. I felt its hardwood nearly snap my spine in two. Having sustained significant damage, my body could not go on.

As I laid on the cold plank floor once again, the environment had blurred. No doubt my glasses had been destroyed or misplaced by Elsa's ruthless attack. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. A notable wheeze occurred with each breath I took. And with the disappearance of the adrenaline, I was left with excruciating pain that spread throughout my whole frame.

The sound of her heels was all that was audible. An indication that my life was reaching its ultimate end. Yes, I knew that I would perish had I taken this road, one that resulted in my sacrifice for the greater good.

No, I knew I was mistaken. I had no doubt failed, regardless of the effort I had put in. While Felt, Rom, Reinhard, and Emilia were safe, I could not protect one other individual. She had made all of us suffer, yet she was the one in need of assistance. Because she would continue to suffer if I did not free her. A slave to a monster and her bloodthirsty desires, I was unable to rescue Elsa.

The Bowel Hunter had then reached my position, her once voluptuous figure loomed over me in an obscured state. A painful cough escaped my lips as she placed her palm near my stomach. With my vision impaired and body fatigued, all I could do was wait for her punishment.

"It seems our dance has finally come to an end. Now I have you all to myself, dear. Consider your favor to me redeemed, Sean. I cannot wait to see what lovely colors will flow from you." The black-haired assassin stated, twirling her finger across my exposed abdomen. Her forefinger was like that of a frozen blade waiting to dissect me.

"I'm…sorry, Elsa," I confessed in a strained tone.

"Ara, what for?"

"I coul-…couldn't save…you."

"Well, I never once stated I needed to be rescued, Sean. It seems your delusions have laid you astray." Elsa harshly replied.

"Tck, I'm not…delusional. All I want…is for everyone to…be safe."

"How noble of you. Rest assured, they are safe, for now." I could not see her face, but I pictured it resembling that of a smile full of malice. "After I am done with you I shall slaughter those two slum dwellers. Does that anger you, Sean?"

"No, because…you won't reach them."

"Fufu, you are a strange specimen indeed. In the entirety of our bout, you never once tried to harm me. Why is that, Sean? Most individuals would be frightened at the mere sight of me." She then lightly sniffed the air. "Your scent tells me you are not. I can say this is a first, even for me. What intrigues me the most is your eyes. I see not a shimmer of wrath nor fear. Yes, I cannot help wanting to learn more about you." Elsa confessed as I let out a few aching chuckles.

"Says the one…about to disembowel me. I am petrified…not…of you…but what comes…after."

"I see. Will it comfort you if I held your hand? That is the least I can do."

"I just wish…things..would…have gone..differently, Elsa."

"Sadly, I do not resonate with that statement. Now then, I'd say it is about time I uncover this new sensation. Your bowels may be the key to it all."

Hesitantly, I closed my eyes, accepting what would come next. Inside, a battle raged with my mind and body. The latter was doing its utmost best to protect what it could, while the former could care less.

I was not at peace with the prospect of dying, yet the unknown was what awaited me. Would it be instantaneous or draining? Agonizing or painless? There was too much for one person to anticipate when faced with death.

Yes, death. The mere thought of Return by Death brought further complications. I could hardly bring myself to enunciate those dreadful words. To experience the process of one's self to meet their demise, and then for time to rewind itself, was a terrifying thought indeed. It went against all reasoning and logic. Yet, there was still a possibility that it would come true.

Although, a part of me hoped it did not. I had lived my life to the best of my abilities. It was not of my own doing that it was full of misfortunate. Under all of the bad, there were good memories, ones I would never forget. There was no need to worry anymore, I had fulfilled my purpose.

Coming to terms with myself, something unbelievable then occurred. Before Elsa could partake in her fiendish activity, a thunderous blast erupted the entirety of the tavern entrance wall. With my hindered eyesight, I saw her glance over her shoulder at the new group of individuals.

From that devastating attack alone, I deduced that the Sword Saint had dealt it. Near the gaping hole, I could make out four shadowy figures for what I assumed to be the group I had expected to arrive. I then noted the assassin's lack of attention on me and used my remaining strength to finally weaken her.

With the swiftness of a thief, I pickpocketed the insignia and snatched her magical cloak. It was then the black-haired assassin had caught on to my devious act. Before she could retaliate, numerous ice projectiles were sent her way. She easily evaded the surprise attack and retreated further away in the tavern. I pocketed the badge and threw the cloak near my belongings. Without those items, the Bowel Hunter had no leverage over the group.

Seeing my awful condition, Reinhard and co. then rushed to my aid. Even if they had arrived extremely late, I was grateful. If they had not shown up for a few moments more, I no doubt would have suffered a cruel fate.

I then heard a shriek from the blonde thief, as she was the first to reach me. The rest followed closely behind, leaving Reinhard to protect them as he accessed the troubling situation. Felt then wrapped her hands around me, causing further discomfort.

I needed a healer, not affection!

"Big Bro, you're alive! I found Red just like you asked!" The teen cried out, her head rested on my chest.

A few steps away, a masculine voice chimed in, "No doubt that was a close call, but I am glad we arrived just in time. Leave everything to me, Sean." reassured The Sword Saint.

"Reinhard..go for it. Take it…easy on her."

"Of course."

After that, the blond thief spoke to me, "What's wrong?! Did that assassin hurt you?!" Felt then turned around, pleading for the half-elf to treat me. "Hey, Fancy Lady, come help Big Bro! He's hurt really bad!"

"Right! Please step aside and I'll do what I can," said Emilia. I could not see her face, but something told me she too was worried. Odd seeing that I avoided meeting her from the very beginning. She proceeded to perform her healing arts, "You're going to be fine now. Please, leave the rest to us." Her delicate yet stern voice alone was enough for me to agree with the statement. In my condition, I was more of a nuisance than anything.

"Thank you. But what…about Reinhard? He won't be able…to fight…to his full potential if…you're healing me. It's better…to hold off on it." I objected. It made more sense to quickly ensure the safety of everyone rather than my well-being.

"That won't do, I'm afraid. This all occurred because of my lack of responsibility." Emilia huffed in disappointment. "Please, allow me and my contracted spirit to treat you. There is not much time left in the day. We must hurry."

"Fine…do as you wish. Give Felt the…signal so she can notify…Reinhard when you have finished." I responded.

"Absolutely. Puck," I then heard the spirit greet his daughter. "I will need your assistance to heal this man."

"Alright. We'll have to hurry, Lia. I'm nearing the time limit." The cat spirit mentioned. His daughter nodded in response.

Then, a dim, turquoise hue was emitted from the palms of the half-elf. I was overwhelmed by the foreign sensation, never having experienced something quite like it before. Its cold touch was brief and unpleasant, then ultimately soothing as my damaged ribs were slowly mended back to normal.

As that went on, I sensed the tension and worry from the other two bystanders. Felt and Rom were no doubt feeling ashamed for the harm that had come upon me. With Reinhard, he was focused on the Bowel Hunter as he tried to end matters peacefully.

"Truly, I am upset that I allowed harm to befall an innocent man." The redhead shamefully admitted as he gazed at the assassin that stood before him. "And you, I am certain of who you are. Black hair and clothes, armed with blades unique to the northern provinces. Yes, there is no mistaking these characteristics. You are the Bowel Hunter." stated the knight as his hand rested on his sword's hilt. The gorgeous woman across from him smiled as she heard his comment about her.

"It is certainly a compliment to be recognized by an individual such as yourself. Yes, you are Reinhard…a knight among knights, born to a line of master swordsmen, correct?" The Bowel Hunter could hardly contain her excitement as she licked her lips. "I must say, I will enjoy slaughtering all of you."

"That will not be happening. I strongly advise you to surrender. There are many things I'd like to ask of you." Reinhard ordered with an authoritative tone.

"I will have to decline that suggestion. Poor Sean ended up in his state for trying to reason with me. I wonder if you will be the same?" The assassin dejected.

"I would rather not use violence on a woman. Although, if you will not heed my warning, then I must restrain you nonetheless."

"If you plan to entertain me, I do believe you will need to wield that sword of yours. I would love to experience its legendary sharpness~."

"Sadly, this sword is only drawn when it is needed. The fact that it hasn't left its sheath means it is not one of those times."

"It seems I am being underestimated. No matter. It will all end the same for everyone here."

"You will not have your way. Therefore," The Sword Saint crouched to retrieve a broken leg from that of a wooden chair. "I shall take you on with this instead. Do you object?"

"No, but you will come to regret choosing that harmless thing. I feel it is about time we've started, no?"

"I am Reinhard van Astera, of the line of master swordsmen, and Royal Knight of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica."

"And I am Elsa Granhiert, the Bowel Hunter."

In an instant, the black-haired assassin lept into action. With her twin blades, she assaulted the unmoving knight with a barrage of rapid slashes. Each one of them was deflected with no effort by the redhead, as he wielded his impractical choice of weaponry with no issue.

As if the wooden leg was that of a legendary blade, fending off his opponent with skill alone. Elsa then changed her direction, bouncing her heels off obstacles within the tavern. In doing so, her speed had increased exponentially, yet the knight remained stationary, not bothered by her strikes. It was clear that her battle would be full of excitement indeed.

As they fought, Emilia's mana continued to flow within me. Felt was beside her, ensuring that my recovery was completed. Above the half-elf, Puck monitored her effort, occasionally reassuring her that she was doing very well. Still, the great spirit's time was limited, and it would not be long till he returned to his crystal to rest. When that happened, the others would be fine with the presence of the Sword Saint still around.

That was terrific and all, but I had one major issue that needed to be resolved.

"I…can't see," I muttered dryly.

"What?! Do you mean your eyesight has been damaged too?"

"Big Bro, where are your glasses?! No wonder you can't see!"

"I don't know. They have to…be around…somewhere."

"Well, it is a relief your eyes have naturally degraded. Nonetheless, your treatment should be done shortly."

"Man, what a re- AHHH!"

"Sorry! Just bear with it for a few more moments. I am almost done healing you." Emilia assured me.

"Fine, fine. Felt," The blond thief listened in."Get a sword…off the wall for…Reinhard and my glasses while…you're at it."

"You got it, Big Bro!"

The thief then lightly vaulted over the bar in one motion. As she saw the racks of weapons near the shelf of alcohol, she grabbed the nearest blade within reach.

"Wait, Felt, that one is expensive!" cried Rom.

"Oh come on Old Man Rom, Red needs a sword quick! We can worry about coins later!"

"Y're not understanding, Felt. Try another one like the one on the wall. That should do!"

"It looks like a piece of crap! It's gonna break in half once he swings it!"

"Too bad! That's all I got!"

"There's more right her-"

"Shut up you two! Just grab that sword...and throw it to Reinhard! Now!" I interjected.

"Okay okay." With the rusted blade removed from the rack, the teen struggled to hoist it, due to her small figure. "Hey, Red! Heads up!" With all her might, the weapon was propelled out of her arms. It swished across the tavern, the Sword Saint grasped it without taking his attention off his opponent. "Now that is done, where are those glasses?" The blonde thief pondered aloud. She scanned the surrounding area, noting the amount of debris scattered. Tried as she might, the item had yet to be found. "Big Bro, I can't find them!"

"Did you…check on the bar…counter?"

"Yeah."

"My stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck…what about… where I was drinking? That's all I can…think of."

"Hmm…oh there they are!" The teen had spotted the misplaced glasses within the glass of wine. "They were in your drink! How did you know?!"

"I didn't. Just a lucky…guess." I was amazed that it had ended up there of all places. Still, it meant my poor eyesight was no longer an issue.

Felt then returned to my side with a grin. I could tell she was happy to have helped me in some way. As I wiped the remaining drops of wine, they were back to their original state. The blurred tavern became crystal clear as my gray pupils peered through the lenses.

I then noticed the half-elf's healing arts had faded, signaling that she had done her best.

"Okay, the treatment is complete. You should rest now to replenish your strength," uttered Emilia. The great spirit on her head yawned. "Is it time, Puck?"

"Yeah sorry, Lia. If you need me, I'll act according to my contract. Stay safe!" At that, the spirit glowed and dispersed into tiny particles, as he returned to his crystal.

Sensing that my wounds had disappeared, I felt the excruciating pain vanish. It did not hurt to breathe, nor to move my limbs normally. However, my body was still fatigued, and if dealt with more strain then I would need to recover longer. I was still grateful for the help of my savior. "Thank you for saving me."

"No, I should be the one thanking you." I was baffled by her statement. Emilia saw my look of confusion and elaborated, "Felt explained to us that you were the one who risked your life to protect them. Also, Reinhard stated that you warned him of the danger that was going to happen here. You have done so much for not just me, but everyone here."

"Well, let's just say we're even for now." The half-elf and I nodded. There was one other matter to attend to, "Felt, give Reinhard the signal."

"Okay! Hey Red, Big Bro is fine! Go for it!" The blonde thief exclaimed.

"Thank you. I will try to do my best." Reinhard declared as the female assassin kicked up her never-ending assault. It ended prematurely as her duel blades were rendered useless by the redhead knight.

The Bowel Hunter then backed off for a brief moment. Another set of kukri daggers was pulled from within her cloak. "Would you mind if we start again? I want to continue this wonderful bout between us!" Elsa rushed Reinhard once again with maximum effort. The outcome was the same with her blades being destroyed so easily.

"No, you have done enough harm. I strongly suggest you surrender now." objected the Sword Saint.

"That will not be happening, I'm afraid. I still have some fight left in me~."

"Then I will have to end this, to protect everyone here from you."

The Sword Saint evaded one last strike, then slammed his foot onto the ground. It generated a small concussive force strong enough to blow Elsa away. The Bowel Hunter impacted the wall behind her with a deep thud. She then recovered quickly, but it was too late as Reinhard prepared his ultimate move.

"Now then, let's end this. Swordplay of the Astrea Family!" Reinhard raised the rusty sword above his head. An astounding amount of mana was absorbed from the atmosphere, flowing into the blade as the catalyst.

Gone was the rough-shaped weapon, as it was replaced by a shiny sword radiating like that of the sun. We all then covered our eyes, lest we be blinded by its powerful light.

The Sword Saint swung his blade down with one fast slice. The sword then unleashed a blasting strike which evaporated anything that stood in its path. Once it had dissipated, a large pile of rubble and night sky was what was left.

From afar, I saw the Master Swordsman standing by himself, victorious. The knight had kept his word and came to my rescue, as expected. With all his power, I did not envy him in the slightest. His role as the Sword Saint required a special kind of character to fulfill it. Without a doubt, he was truly beloved by the world.

"I'm sorry I asked too much of you. Rest well now." Reinhard muttered as he watched the once rusty blade rot to ash.

Feeling somewhat rejuvenated, I was able to stand once again. "Good job, Reinhard, but now Rom doesn't have a home." I joked which made the knight and geezer look at me. One was embarrassed while the other had a cloud over their head.

"Forgive me, Sean, Rom. It seems I may need to train more." The Sword Saint admitted as he slightly rubbed his head.

"All's well that ends well, right?" The knight smiled with sincerity. Although, the same could not be said for the giant.

"Great! Who is gonna pay for this? This is my home!" Rom shouted.

"Quiet down, geezer. We'll figure something out."

"That doesn't exactly help, Big Bro." The Blonde thief interjected. Technically, she was right.

"Even if that is the case, everyone is safe now." The silver-haired half-elf added.

"Indeed. You may all be at ease now. The other knights should be arriving soon to see what had transpired. I will inform them of the Bowel Hunter's defeat. " Reinhard affirmed.

While the rest of the group talked amongst themselves, I cautiously made way for the large pile of rubble. Somewhere within all that debris was a corpse no doubt. Even so, that did not mean the assassin was out for the count.

The other occupants were ignorant of the full capabilities of Elsa Granhiert. It would only be a matter of time before she would rise again to deliver a surprise attack. Preventing her from doing so was the last worry for this encounter.

As I rummaged through the thick wooden debris, it did not take long to find what I had been looking for. There laid the bloody and beaten body of the beautiful assassin. I intended to reach out for her until all her fatal wounds were regenerated, except all but one across her midsection. It turned my stomach, as I witnessed and perceived the horrid sound of flesh and bone mending back into place. Before I knew it, the Bowel Hunter's purple garnet pupils were revealed and intact.

I instinctively crouched, careful not to raise further suspicion. My palm covered her mouth, preventing her from speaking as I placed my forefinger onto my lips. I had enough of her cruel actions for one day. "Leave, Elsa. You've caused enough trouble today. I'll give you the signal." I muttered directly into her ear.

Just as I was about to do so, an unladylike voice called out to me. I tensed, worried about what they would see. If they assumed I was working with the Bowel Hunter, it would be quite the predicament.

"Big Bro, did you find something? Wait, don't tell me you're sad about your girlfriend dying?" The young teen snickered, clearly in an attempt to rile me up.

I glanced back, "All good. Nothing going on here." However, it seemed someone had caught onto my act.

"Sean, step back!"

Those words were shouted by the Master Swordsman. His warning fell on deaf ears as I endured yet another non-lethal strike by the black-haired assassin. My body crashed onto the remaining furniture, crushing it as splinters dug into my skin.

After the impact, I rolled to a stop, winded and dazed. It was not long before the redhead knight was at my side. His sapphire eyes stared at the woman who had caused yet more harm to me. I could tell he was mildly frustrated, having not sensed his opponent had recovered. The other occupants were shocked as well and prepared for whatever she would do.

The Bowel Hunter then glanced at me in curiosity and wonder. She performed a few acrobatic movements until she stood at the top of the Loot House. The moon and star-filled sky made her presence all the more beautiful.

Her eyes met mine until she directed her attention to the rest of the group, "Oh my, I nearly died back there. Therefore, I think it is best I take my leave…for now. Soon enough, I'll disembowel all of you. Till then, take good care of your bowels~." declared Elsa with sadistic glee. Before she retreated, she launched her signature blade my way, embedding it near my feet. "A parting gift for you, Sean. You now bear the mark of the Bowel Hunter. I cannot wait until we meet again, dear~." At that, the assassin rapidly disappeared out of sight.

Finally, as the danger had passed, I instantly sighed in relief. No doubt I had partaken in one hell of a battle. It would not be long until all the knights of the capital flooded the Slums in search of the assassin.

If events played out as they should, the Assassin Sisters would flee the city with minor resistance. With one last issue, I had other matters to attend to. I felt a light grip around me, tugging my body back and forth like a ragdoll.

"That was too close, Big Bro! She could have killed you!" Felt wailed as I patted her head. In an instant, she calmed down as I chuckled in response. It felt endearing to know that she cared for my wellbeing.

"I concur. That was severely reckless, Sean. Although I am glad you are not injured." commented Reinhard. He extended his hand as I grasped it and stood once again.

"I know, I know, I just had to make sure," I admitted, as I dusted myself off.

While it was brief, I could have sworn a frown had appeared on the knight's handsome face. Something I said certainly had irked him. Before I could ask him, Rom and Emilia both joined us, curious as to what had transpired.

"Come on, boy, you can't go wandering like that. Y're gonna get yourself killed." The old giant admonished me.

"I second that. You could have been seriously injured." Emilia's worried expression turned to that of relief. "Still, everyone is safe, that is what matters most. I believe now there is only one thing left to do. Please return to me what you have stolen," stated the half-elf, directing her finger to the blonde thief.

"Steal…me? Ah! The jewel!" Felt patted herself in a panicked manner. Alas, she could not find the item, as remorse and guilt plagued her mind. "It's gone. I don't have it anymore. That crazy bitch has it now." The young teen admitted with her head cast down. Rom neared her and patted her shoulder, doing his best to comfort his surrogate daughter figure.

"That is troubling news indeed. I apologize, Lady Emilia." Reinhard stated as he kneeled in front of the Royal Candidate.

"It's alright, Reinhard. I do not blame you for this." Emilia softly replied.

"I could have done more. Now, it seems I have even failed you." The redhead knight remained on the ground, seeking atonement for his actions. "I will take any punishment you see fit."

"Sheesh, it seems all of this was for nothing then. Yes, if only that were the case." I smirked as the others caught on to my antics. "I took the insignia from Elsa when you all blasted through the entrance. So let's all calm down. Everything is in order."

"Thanks, Big Bro! I was really worried there for a second."

"Y're full of surprises, boy."

"I expected no less from you, Sean. You continue to impress me with your feats."

"Sean was it? I appreciate your help in all this, truly."

"Haha, enough compliments everyone." I faced Emilia with a firm and serious expression. "While I did help you, this all could have been avoided. You have to protect your property and not wander off alone." I lightly lectured the silver-haired half-elf, as I nudged my glasses to emphasize my point. "However, you're amongst kind-hearted people here. Please, do not expect a miracle next time, Emilia."

Having said my piece, Emilia worriedly nodded as I sighed loudly yet again. I reached within my rear pocket, intending to return the insignia to its rightful owner. That was the case, until Reinhard and Emilia gasped, shocked and awed by something.

I quickly noted Felt and Rom were clueless yet annoyed by their sudden reaction. Nonetheless, I then realized they were all not looking at me, but at the item on the palm of my hand. I glanced as well, almost choking on my spit. I removed my glasses, hoping it had been some illusion. It seemed misfortune had struck me yet again. The insignia's jewel glowed with a faint, fiery light.

"Sean Wang." I tensed at the mention of my name. "Please do not move." The Sword Saint commanded as he placed a firm hold over my shoulders. We both stared at one another with a leveled gaze.

"Reinhard, listen to me. Surely this is all a big misunderstanding." I pleaded.

"What is your age?"

"Twenty-four."

"Do you have any family members? A spouse? Any children?"

"None. I'm all alone." I shrugged his hold on my bruised shoulders. "As I mentioned, this has to be a mistake."

"Again, I apologize, Sean. You will be coming with me," ordered the Sword Saint as I unfortunately complied.

"Just humor me for a moment, Reinhard. There has to be a logical reason for this phenomenon. Oh I know, maybe the light from the moon reflected off it! Yeah, that's it!"

"Amusing as that sounds, Sean, lying will not help you in this case." Reinhard responded with a slightly playful tone.

"Yeah, that one was kind of reaching it, huh? Ugh, fine. Let's go then." I murmured. Everyone else laughed at my defeated look. I then returned the insignia to the elven Royal Candidate.

"Thank you. I hope to meet you again, Sean. On better terms, of course." Emilia stated to which I offered a small smile. Even so, I hoped I would not become soft for her. She was too caught in the webs of that scheming jester.

"Can someone tell me what just happened?! You guys freaked out over a shiny jewel!" Felt exasperated. She was then brought out of her confusion when Rom tapped on her head. "What was that for, Old Man Rom?"

"It's a big deal, Felt. Right now you don't need to worry about it." The giant declared, which the blond thief 'hmphed' in response.

"Relax, little runt. We'll talk about it later." I retrieved my belongings from the bar. In addition, it seemed my ever-growing Elsa Granhiert collection was growing too.

As Reinhard, Emilia, and I stepped out of the destroyed building, I turned back to see the last two individuals had not followed. I did not want the duo to remain in such an unlivable environment. I waved them over, "You guys coming or what?"

"Eh?" Felt and Rom uttered in unison.

"That's right. Come on, this is my way of helping you guys out." I responded. I noted they were no doubt apprehensive. Even so, it was the right thing to do.

"Sean, are you sure of this?" Reinhard questioned.

"Absolutely. They are good people. I would hate to just leave them here." I replied.

"Very well. If that is what you wish. Come along you two." The Sword Saint beckoned the duo and they finally agreed.

"How kind of you, Sean. I believe they will be safe under you." The silver-haired half-elf admitted.

"Well, my position isn't official yet. I want to ensure they both live a bit more comfortably." I smiled and placed my hand towards the Royal Candidate. "I hope you stay safe as well, Emilia. Until we meet again." After she returned my gesture, the half-elf departed. I could vividly imagine the embarrassment she would face when scolded by the Oni maid.

"I'm gonna miss this place." The blonde thief drawled, letting a yawn escape her lips.

"Me too, Felt. It's done us both good," added Rom.

"Think of it this way, you're outta the Slums after this. We have a lot of planning to do so be prepared you two." I declared with a calculated gaze. Felt was overall ecstatic while Rom sighed heavily, clearly saddened by the loss of his home. I turned to the Master Swordsman, wanting his input, "Right, Reinhard?"

"Yes, that is quite true. I have no doubt there will be a change coming to this world as a whole." Reinhard proclaimed as he gazed calmly at the moon. Deep down, I concurred with his assumption. The future from then on had much in store for me, no, for all of us.

Nothing would prevent me from setting it all right into place. I had been brought to the world for some reason, and I would uncover it. While our future seemed uncertain, it would not dissuade me from doing what needed to be done. We would all have to live strong.

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(02/02/2022) Fully revised.

A/N: End of ARC 1. Stay tuned for ARC 2, as more mystery, action, and danger awaits. Will Sean be able to endure it all? You will just have to wait and see. Also, this is for real this time lol. ARC 2 is coming. Be prepared.

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