Hi! Lugal kug-ga here! I am a long time reader but a first time writer.
Imma say this now, I own nothing of the originals portrayed in this fic, I'm merely making an iteration.
And should you see some similarities with other fanfic Authors, it might be because I've…. copied it. Or took some parts of their works and incorporated it in mine. So, credits to them.
Enough of the boring A/N and onwards to the story.
I've committed to finishing this work, should it stop updating for a year, I've probably self deleted. So, sit back, enjoy, and review!
Ardeat's POV
In the light of the midday sun, Ardeat lay back on a comfortable bench by the shore of a great lake. The gentle breeze caressed his skin, and the sounds of insects buzzing and birds chirping provided a serene soundtrack to the scene. Beside him, Gilgamesh was also reclining, both of them clad in simple swimming trunks, a stark contrast to their usual regal attire.
Ardeat stared up at the sky, lost in thought. His mind wandered back to his recent experience in the world of unlimited blades. The memory of that place, and particularly the encounter with the Archer, lingered uneasily in his mind. Despite their similarities, he found that he couldn't quite like the Archer, even though they were, in essence, the same person.
The soft rustle of leaves and the rhythmic lapping of the lake's gentle waves provided a soothing backdrop, but Ardeat's thoughts remained unsettled. He heaved a sigh of melancholy, shifting his gaze to the lake where several pseudo heroic spirits were enjoying themselves, splashing in the water and playing along the shore. The sight should have been a balm to his troubled thoughts, but the disquiet within him remained.
Gilgamesh, noticing his contemplative state, looked over just as Siduri approached, carrying a tray with glasses of refreshments. She wore a floral-patterned swimsuit with a green parka, her face still partially covered by a veil. With graceful movements, she handed the drinks to both men, then stepped back slightly, ready to assist if needed.
"What seemed to be troubling you?" Gilgamesh asked, his voice calm but curious.
Ardeat took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the coolness before replying with a question. "... I was just thinking…Why was I brought here?"
His gaze drifted back to the playful spirits in the water. "With everyone here, it is even possible to conquer the world."
Gilgamesh took his time before responding, his thoughtful expression illuminated by the sun's reflection on the lake. "...That is true. Though, that is, if there is nothing more powerful than you in this world."
Ardeat's brows furrowed at Gilgamesh's words, and he turned them over in his mind. Gilgamesh continued, "Though I doubt anyone or anything like that exists in this world. The question is, what do you intend to do now?"
Silence enveloped them as Ardeat contemplated the question. He took another sip of his drink, feeling the liquid cool his thoughts as well as his throat. "I don't know," he finally admitted, the words coming out slowly, as if each one carried the weight of his uncertainty. "I never contemplated conquest."
The corner of his lips rose in a slight smile. "Even my creation of the Tomb of Avalon and everyone and everything in there was but an obsession of my dream of a past long forgotten."
Gilgamesh remained silent as he listened to Ardeat's words, slightly surprised at the nonchalant way their origin of creation was revealed just like that, he then took another sip of his drink.
Ardeat leaned back, gazing at the horizon. "Though I guess a part of me wants to explore, to understand this world and its inhabitants."
The tranquility of the lake and the warmth of the sun slowly melted away their concerns. The sounds of laughter and splashing from the water filled the air, and Ardeat felt a sense of calm wash over him.
The minutes passed in a leisurely fashion, each moment stretching out into a peaceful eternity. Ardeat closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun anchor him to the present. In this serene setting, the uncertainties of the future seemed distant, and for now, that was enough.
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Five hours later, the sun was already setting on the horizon, painting the sky in vivid orange. Ardeat realized he had fallen asleep. The serene quiet of the early evening replaced the midday activity.
Gilgamesh and Siduri, along with the other heroic spirits, had left. Ardeat's gaze fell upon the bench beside him, where a woman was now asleep. She had long, flowing hair and wore a yellow swimsuit. Her serene expression and gentle breathing made him smile.
Jean stirred, her half-open eyes blinking as she sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she awoke fully and noticed Ardeat watching her, she froze, looking like a child caught sneaking a cookie in the middle of the night.
"Did you have a good nap?" Ardeat asked, a gentle smile on his lips.
Jean's face turned beet red. She turned away to hide her embarrassment, stuttering out a reply. She then noticed the drool on her face and hurriedly wiped it away, screaming inwardly at being seen in such an embarrassing state.
"I was... I was sent to fetch you for dinner. It's ready," she managed to say, still blushing.
Ardeat smiled at her behavior. "Why the blush?" he asked, his tone teasing.
Jean glared at him in embarrassment. "It's nothing," she muttered.
Ardeat chuckled, standing up. He approached her, and she tilted her head, wondering what he was going to do. She let out a small yelp as he picked her up in a princess carry.
"Milord!" she exclaimed, her blush deepening.
He began walking towards the temporary camp that was built nearby. Though calling it a camp was an understatement—it was a mansion capable of housing hundreds of people.
As they walked, the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his steps calmed Jean's racing heart. She settled into his arms, a shy smile playing on her lips, while Ardeat carried her with a contented expression.
In the fading light of the setting sun, Ardeat carried Jean in silence towards the manor. The quiet between them was comfortable, each lost in their own thoughts. As they approached the grand entrance, the sounds of voices and laughter filtered out, signaling that the festivities had already begun.
Gently setting Jean down, Ardeat smiled as she hurried ahead of him to open the door. He followed her inside, where the scene of merriment greeted him. Several pseudo heroic spirits lay sprawled out, drunk on the floor, while homunculus maids tended to them. Ardeat could only manage a wry smile at the sight.
At the large dining table, he spotted Gilgamesh sipping from his own golden cup. Noticing Ardeat, Gilgamesh smiled and beckoned him over. Ardeat took his place at the seat of honor and received a drink from Jean, who then settled nearby.
Ardeat picked up his cutlery and began to eat. The table was laden with a vast array of meat dishes, each bite a delight to his dragon-enhanced senses. Since his transformation, his craving for meat had intensified, and he savored each mouthful with newfound appreciation.
When he finished, he cast a cleansing spell on his hands and took a sip of wine. The rich, velvety flavor complemented the hearty meal, bringing a contented smile to his face. He watched the playful bickering of Jack and the other pseudo heroic spirits, their laughter a soothing background to the evening.
Turning to Gilgamesh, he asked, "So, how are the others?"
Gilgamesh set down his drink before replying. "Well, Nero and her company haven't reached their destination yet. It seems she keeps getting distracted along the way." He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "As for that do—ahem, Cu and his company, they just arrived at the town we spotted. They're gathering information and will proceed accordingly."
Ardeat nodded, taking in the updates. "So what about Bedivere and the rest?"
At that, Gilgamesh had a difficult expression. Ardeat noticed his state and asked, "...Did something happen?"
After gathering his thoughts on how to explain it, Gilgamesh spoke. "It seems… they have encountered this world's religious faction. There haven't been any complications yet, but what do you suggest we should do? As for my opinion, I suggest we erase the existence of their faith to prevent any problems should they decide to rally against us using their gods as an excuse." At that, he took another drink.
Ardeat was dumbfounded at his suggestion. Mind you, it's not impossible to do so, but doing so might bring unforeseen consequences and unnecessary death of innocent people. He was sure Gilgamesh had already thought of it; he just picked the practical solution which would remove the threat that may arise for Avalon. Shaking his head, Ardeat spoke.
"No, we should not resort to such yet. If they don't give us a reason, we should just let them be. Let's leave Bedivere in charge of diplomacy. I'm sure she would make the right decision after observing them."
"Hmm, if you say so." Leaning back, Gilgamesh looked at the ceiling. Then glancing back to Ardeat, he continued. "The Hassans had once more made another discovery. It seems on the south side of this great lake live tribes of Lizardmen. Though they seemed to be more than mindless beasts, for they exhibit human levels of intelligence. They are more akin to demihumans," Gil explained.
"Hmmm, what do you think?" Ardeat asked Gilgamesh.
"They seem intelligent enough. If you allow it, I would like to take them as my own, hmm, you could say, subjects," he said with a thoughtful expression.
Ardeat studied him for a few moments, and finally sighed. "Just make it so no unnecessary blood would be spilt."
He knew he could not change Gilgamesh's mind, but he could at least mitigate the situation. He knew Gilgamesh would listen to him, but Gilgamesh was still a king; he would still punish those beneath him should they be so insolent.
Gilgamesh smiled while Ardeat had a wry smile. "Don't worry, I will. They would be my subjects after all."
Taking another sip, Ardeat spoke once more. "By the way, why do I not see Arthur anywhere?"
"Oh, she went out together earlier with the lady. They still haven't returned," Jean answered instead of Gilgamesh.
"Hmmm, the husband and wife, together under the light of stars in the night, huh? I didn't realize Arthur was someone who was romantic," Gilgamesh said with a smile.
"Please, Gil, refrain from teasing her too much," Ardeat said with an exhausted expression.
"Hahaha, I shall try," Gilgamesh said with a laugh.
Ardeat sighed once more for the nth time, knowing Gilgamesh wouldn't stop but he at least warned him.
With that, the report was over. Ardeat let the homunculus maids clean up and headed in the direction of his quarters along with Jean.
As they walked through the corridors, the sounds of laughter and merriment from the dining hall faded into the background. Jean walked beside him. Ardeat glanced at her and smiled, appreciating her presence.
"Did you have fun today, Jean?" he said softly.
She looked up at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then smiled sweetly. "I have, Milord."
They reached his quarters, and Ardeat opened the door, letting Jean enter first. The room was spacious and elegantly furnished, a sanctuary of peace amidst the chaos of the dining hall. Jean moved to the side, allowing Ardeat to settle in.
As he prepared to rest, Ardeat couldn't help but think about the days ahead. There were many uncertainties and potential conflicts, but with someone like Jean and Gilgamesh, he felt reassured, whatever challenges came their way. For now, he allowed himself a moment of respite.
"Goodnight, Jean," he said, his voice gentle, as he hugged her closer.
"Goodnight, Ardeat," she replied, her smile reassuring.
With that, Ardeat lay down, letting the calmness of the night embrace him. The future was uncertain, but he felt everything would work out fine in the end.
…
Meanwhile, Nero, Siegfried, and Chiron finally arrived at their destination: a mountain valley. Before them lay a stronghold, its structure imposing against the rugged backdrop. Flags adorned with the sigil of two winged golden lions facing each other, with a monarch's crown in the middle, fluttered in the breeze.
Nero led the group, her steps cheerful and bouncy. "Umu, it seems we have now arrived at our destination!" she declared with a smile and beaming eyes.
"That we did, my lady," Chiron replied, a polite smile on his face. "Though, we would have arrived much earlier had someone not decided to explore an abandoned tower."
Flustered, Nero's eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze. "U-umu! That we would have! But one must not mind such small details. Exploration is necessary should the Praetor be curious to ask!" she finally said proudly, puffing out her chest and placing her hands on her hips, her nose pointing upwards. her expression conveying a triumphant 'Tis one truly is a genius!'
Chiron sighed at her behavior and turned to Siegfried, who had been silently observing the interaction.
"Well, we're here now," Siegfried said, his voice calm and steady. "The structure looks well-defended. We should proceed with caution."
Nero nodded enthusiastically, her earlier fluster forgotten. "Umu, indeed! Let us approach with the grace and dignity befitting our stature."
As they moved closer to the stronghold, they could see sentinels on the walls, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. The air was thick with anticipation, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly in the valley.
Chiron, ever the strategist, assessed the defenses. "It would be wise to observe their routines for a while before making any direct approach. We need to understand who controls this place and their intentions."
Nero nodded. "Umu, I agree. But to understand who, then what position is more suitable but the inside!"
With that, Nero strode forward, ignoring Chiron who sighed in exasperation.
They arrived in front of the gate, giving them a clear view of the stronghold. Chiron, using his keen eyesight, began to take note of the guard stationed atop the walls.
Siegfried, meanwhile, kept an eye on the surroundings, ensuring they wouldn't be surprised by any hidden threats. His hand rested on the hilt of Balmung, ready to defend his companions if necessary.
As they were within earshot, a guard shouted, "Halt! Who goes there!"
They stopped. Chiron was the first to respond. "We come by the orders of our lord! We mean you no harm and wish to just speak to your superiors!"
At his statement, everything quieted down. But they could still hear the murmurs of the sentinels atop the walls. After a few minutes, the guard spoke again. "And who is your lord? Why would we let you meet the commander if we do not know if you are assassins sent to kill her?"
Chiron responded calmly. "Would we even ask for entry if we meant harm to your commander? We merely want to—"
He couldn't finish his statement before Nero interrupted him. "My name is Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus! Emperor of Roma and the Consort to our Lord and Creator! Let us speak to whoever is in charge!"
Shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose, Chiron couldn't help but sigh, while Siegfried patted him on the shoulder while sporting a wry smile.
Her voice was like the twinkling of bells and childish enough that one could pass off her words as the ramble of a madman. But something in her made the guards feel like she was not joking.
Even if they could not clearly see her in the darkness with just the lights of the torches, they could feel her regality and the two imposing presence beside her.
Siegfried leaned to Chiron and whispered a question.
"..has she always been his consort?"
" Shhh, don't let her hear you, it's also the first time I'm hearing of it." He whispered back.
After a moment of tense silence, the guard shouted back, "Wait there. We will send word to the commander."
Minutes stretched by, and the group remained still, waiting. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Finally, the gate creaked open slightly, and a figure emerged, flanked by armed guards.
A tall woman in imposing armor, clearly the commander, approached. Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the trio before her. "I am Commander Elara," she stated, her voice strong and authoritative. "You claim to be emissaries. Speak your purpose."
Nero stepped forward, her demeanor unwavering. "As I stated, I am Nero Claudius. We come seeking an alliance, or at least, a peaceful discourse between our people and yours. We have no intention of conflict, only cooperation."
Commander Elara studied Nero for a long moment before nodding. "Very well. Enter, and we shall discuss further. But know this: any sign of treachery, and you will not leave these walls alive."
With that, she turned and led them into the stronghold, the heavy gates closing behind them. The path forward was uncertain, but the first step had been taken.
…
Meanwhile,
Two weeks.
Two weeks had passed since they had arrived in this town of E-Rantel, which they were assigned to. and they had done absolutely nothing but keep the company of children and hunt for the people of the slums of E-Rantel.
Of course, they did try to look for something productive, but there was nothing else that he found that he could do. His initial plan was to become an Adventurer, but just recalling their past treatment after walking into the Adventurers guild angered him to the point that he felt that he would end up being a murderer. While Sasaki and Achilles paid it no mind and registered as Adventurers, he was embarrassed to return to that shot hole after storming out in anger.
Currently they two were out on a quest for gathering herbs and subjugating some low level monsters and wouldn't be back after a day or two. As for why it takes the duo longer than it takes for them to finish such menial tasks, it wasn't because Cu was lazy. He sent the two to gather information on the surrounding Area, while he himself took it upon himself to learn about the town and this world's language. odd, I know.
It was the little things that one would realize in the future, that were the most important.
They'd taken reading and writing for granted, and now that they found himself in a world where they could truly be considered 'unlearned' it was hard not to look like a fool rather than an experienced hero.
And being that Achilles didn't even have an ounce of interest in trying to learn another language, meanwhile, Sasaki would vanish at the slightest mention of learning.
Small steps.
That was the only way he decided to do things.
He wasn't averse to the quiet life to begin with. Hell, he'd spent an entire day fishing by the stream that ran near the slums. Still, just like the two he preferred action over everything else, but stretching it on for weeks was pushing it too far even for him.
Yup. Gil definitely wasn't going to be pleased. Knowing this, why should Cu bother to hurry writing an activity report?
He stared at the carefully written notes laid out in front of him in scraggly print with utmost seriousness.
They'd helped some two brats in the past two weeks earlier, a boy named Finn, and the tomboy, Annette were trying to butter up to him.
They wanted him to teach them how to use a spear, but the most they'd gotten him to do was craft them their own pair of wooden practice spears.
Teaching them? Did he look like the kind of person who was good at teaching? The two would have been more suitable…well, that might have been pushing it.
Remembering when the two brats went to ask the two to teach them, Achilles nearly killed the boy. Who would have thought his perception of training is beating the crap out of the student. Sasaki is no different, though, unlike Achilles's Spartan training, Sasaki just handed them some sticks and told them to swing. Swinging it up and down till they mastered the sword.
That's why, they turned towards him, despite his repeated rejection.
Still, that didn't stop the two brats.
The papers that he was reviewing were the common language of the New World that Annette and Finn were somehow educated in despite living in the slums. They wrote it for him after noticing his lack of education, but he still didn't teach them how to use a spear yet.
In short, Cu had spent the better most part of two weeks learning to read.
On paper, his track-record and accomplishments, at least in his opinion, looked like utter shit.
It was an embarrassment that he didn't want to disclose, though it was already too late, being that he wasn't the only one who was sent along with him.
He'd be damned if that boisterous and air- headed Nero and that goody two shoes Bedivere were doing better than him. Sigh~, why didn't Gil send someone different to be his teammate.
Therefore, he just had to hurry up and learn the language so that he could peruse the higher-level contract missions in the Adventurers guild and swipe one that seemed the most suitable. He was already imagining the faces of disbelief that those ignorant bastards who had laughed at him in the Adventurer's hall would have when he completed even the hardest of missions.
He refused to put himself on the level of asking the kids to pick the suitable requests just because he didn't know how to read. Yeah, just like those two.
His lips curled upwards, but faltered when he looked out the window of the room that they had picked as their current residence, an abandoned church.
He had an entire view of the Church's front yard where Finn and Annette were busy swinging around the wooden spears that he had made from broken pieces of wood in the slums.
Finn and Annette were twins, with their uniquely crimson red hair cropped short in a bob-cut that reached just past their ears. Both of them had eyes of molten gold and were relatively short for their age, likely due to a lack of a good diet, but Cu's interference was changing that, if he hadn't taken into account the time they arrived in this new world, he would have suspected them to be Ardeat's brats.
In the past three weeks, both of the two children had grown at least an inch from the bountiful food Achilles and Cu had taken the time to hunt for them and the rest of the people in the slums.
Cu had yet to notice it over the shock of being referred to as 'Father Cu,' which made his two teammates burst into hysterical laughter. but people were starting to look at him differently.
Annette and the other children in the orphanage were the same.
Then again, he couldn't stand just occupying a room in the Church and doing nothing. Therefore, he may have just 'stolen' a few dresses and shirts from time to time from the wealthier people in E-Rantel and the bastards who made fun of him in the Guild building for the children to wear. Of course, the sizes were different, but if anything, his Rune spells were useful in their versatility.
Posters of a wanted Thief subsequently began hanging over E-Rantel's market places and buildings, to which Achilles and Sasaki kept giving him the stink eye, but did not comment on it, it was more because it might attract attention towards them, but Cu acted like he had nothing to do with it.
Moving on, the sight out of the Church's window that caused Cu's mood to deflate was what Finn and Annette seemed to think was Spearmanship.
He had said that he didn't have the time nor patience to train anyone, but there was no way that he could just turn a blind eye when everything that he saw out the window was wrong.
Their forms were horrible, and rather than using a spear, it was more like they were just waving around long sticks. What kind of enemy did they think that they could take on with those kinds of postures and attacks?
To begin with, they were swinging too wide.
Spears, unlike swords or blades, weren't entirely made up of metal to avoid being overweighted by the weapon. The shaft itself was generally composed of wood or some other material and there-in-lies a weakness. When parrying or blocking against other weapons, only the bladed tip of the spear must be used lest the spear be snapped or cut in two.
It was called optimum distance. A vital aspect that all weapon-users must first master with their respective swords, spears, or sabers.
Spears were mid-range weapons; therefore, it was best to keep enemies away by a certain degree. Swinging wide while inexperienced was a mistake. Should the enemy dodge or parry the spear's length, it would be impossible for a greenhorn to take back control.
Thrusting and positioning was the simplest choice for beginners. Don't let them get close, and should one miss the initial stab, use footwork to maintain optimum distance.
This fact was engraved deep into his psyche back when he was still using a practice spear by traumatizing him.
He shuddered uncharacteristically, not knowing why he suddenly felt like he forgot something that he had no knowledge about.
His body moved subconsciously thereafter to alleviate his irritation.
"That's not how you hold a spear, you dumb brats."
He appeared by both Annette and Finn with a burst of speed, startling the two but not caring as he directly corrected the mistakes he had seen. He placed both Annette and Finn's hands around shoulder-width on the base of their wooden spears. He then adjusted their stances so it didn't look as if they'd tumble at the slightest touch.
He wasn't teaching them, he convinced himself.
He was just trying to get rid of his annoyance.
Nothing less, and nothing more.
He crossed his arms and scowled.
"Now start again."
Finn and Annette 's expression brightened instantly, and the enthusiasm that they showed reflected in their earnesty to better themselves. Oddly, the two felt warmth inside them no matter how strict or stern Cu was in correcting any mistakes that he saw, either through harsh words or physical involvement.
It hurt sometimes when he knocked them over the head, but there wasn't enough strength in the blow to do anything substantial, though it was more preferable than what would have happened if it was Achilles. Annette herself had seen first hand how Achilles had enough strength to punch a massive boulder to dust.
Why was he being so nice to them? No. it didn't matter. At the very least, the way she was looking at him now was the way a child would be their guardian. Unlike Achilles who was more akin to a big brother and Sasaki who had the presence of an aloof uncle.
For some reason that fact eluded Cu who could not understand what role he was subconsciously filling for a group of children with no parents.
Finn wasn't saying anything, but he was probably thinking the same thing as Annette.
Annette pursed her lips, and tentatively called out at the end of practice.
"F-Father Cu," she said.
Cu stiffened immediately, as if he'd blown a gasket, but looking as the target of his ire was just a little tomboy, he quelled his anger down to a simmer.
"Damn brat, I told you not to call me that," he rebuked. "I. Am. Not. A. Priest."
Annette gathered her courage.
"T-Then c-can I call you papa?" She asked.
Cu blinked in dumbfoundment.
He then clicked his tongue while looking at the hopeful expression on Annette 's face. She looked like she'd be devastated if he refused. Even Finn was looking over in interest.
He shrugged. "Do what you want kid."
"T-Then, papa?"
Cu's brow twitched, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as 'Father Cu.'
Suddenly, Cu became very much aware that Annette and Finn weren't the only ones around to hear him say 'do what you want.' A whole bunch of other kids were suddenly looking in his direction too.
This time, before they could ask like Annette , Cu up and left in a heartbeat.
Too many things were happening to him right now that would probably have some of his acquaintances laughing their asses off. Hell, Achilles and Sasaki couldn't even last five minutes before succumbing to their laughter.
How many more weeks would he have to put up with this?
Reading.
He was determined to be able to read by the next couple of days.
In the slums in E-Rantel, Annette was making her way through her daily routine and was just on her way back to the Church, a skip to her steps.
Neither she nor her brother, Finn, had anything close to what could be considered a parent. Neither a father nor a mother, but Cu, no matter how abrasive or grumpy he was, was the closest thing that the two children ever had to a father figure.
He grumbled and complained that he was wasting his time, but in the end, he still looked out for them.
Annette felt a warmth inside her that had been absent for the majority of her life in the slums. It was a warmth known as expectation that there would be someone waiting for her when she returned home.
It had always been she and Finn that went out of their way to steal and provide food for the other orphans in the abandoned Church, but now, there was always plenty of food to eat. The first time Cu and his companions had hunted for them and brought back a massive boar, her stomach had been so full that she thought that she would burst, and yet she regretted nothing. A full stomach was a privilege that she never thought that she or the others around her would ever receive.
Therefore, it was truly unfortunate that Finn had been unconscious at that time. All he gotta eat were the leftovers that she'd tucked away for him. Sasaki gave the rest of the boar meat to the other residents of the slums.
Even if Cu continued to insist that he was jobless and doing nothing productive, he was already a Saint in the eyes of the people of the slums. Moreover, Cu had this weird type of magic that he called 'Runes' which he used to mend broken houses and restructure the Church so that it wouldn't be so cold inside anymore.
Annette looked far healthier than she'd ever been in all of her life. Tied carefully behind her back, was the wooden spear that she'd been using to practice along with her brother.
The pointers Cu gave were still fresh on her mind.
Cu didn't know it, but the average resident of the New World was not privy to [Skills].
The Spearman-Class for example could not just be instantly learned by picking up a spear and randomly poking with it. That sort of system didn't exist. Instead, one had to learn how to use the skill attributed to a certain class to be able to attain the first level of said class.
It was a mentorship type of system.
In Cu's case, what he imparted wasn't [Basic Spearmanship, but something else known as [Spear of Dun Scàith].
Annette had no idea what sort of Spearmanship the skill fell under, but if it was the one that Cu used, then all the better.
She didn't share the same blood, but all the same, she believed in a single phrase with all of her heart.
Big brother Achilles and uncle Sasaki were also strong, on par with mithril class Adventurer or higher, but to her,
Her Papa was the strongest.
She'd accept no other answer.
Annette balled her hands into fists.
The action was an odd yet endearing sight due to how small she looked. She still had baby fat around her face, making her features more rounded, her cheeks slightly pudgy.
Then again, no one paid particular attention to a kid that came from out of the slums anyway.
She was hardly noticed by the residents of E-Rantel, if at all, treated mostly like air.
In this case, it suited her just fine.
She wasn't going to the main streets anyway but just back home closer to the hills and the distant forest. It had been her task today to forage for some wild berries and mushrooms to eat for vegetables as she didn't feel comfortable letting Cu do everything.
Nonetheless, she noticed something odd today.
Generally, there was an open entrance that led from the slums towards the streets of E-Rantel. It was a large walled gate. However, today it was firmly shut closed with the guards stationed by the doors yelling out panicked orders. They must have seen something from atop their look out posts dangerous enough to seal the gates.
Wait.
Annette took a moment to look at the sealed gates, and then towards the residents of the slums who still had no idea of any danger.
T-These bastards.
They were leaving the people of the slums to die from whatever approaching danger would come.
Finn who was walking alongside her noticed this point as well and he immediately grew gloomy. "Cowards," he gritted his teeth. "Still, it may just be another pack of wild wolves or beasts. They should leave after we hide for a couple of hours."
Annette didn't respond to her brother.
Unlike Finn, she had grown curious and decided to see just what exactly the guards had seen to shut the gate closed. She had climbed atop a nearby ramp and stiffened abruptly.
"T-Those aren't wolves," she stammered in fear. "U-Undead. T-They're heading towards the Church."
"What?" Finn's eyes widened. He quickly went to look for himself but was appalled at the sheer number that he could see in the distance.
Grasslands surrounded almost the entirety of the area around E-Rantel with only a sparse few hills to decorate the landscape. The slums however, just so happened to be both adjacent to the forest and parallel to a large hill near the furthest embankment where a small stream cut through the foot of the hillside.
The elevation of the slums was lower than the hill that ran parallel to it where the Undead were marching from. They looked like a small colony of black ants in the distance, but just the thought that so many were coming was terrifying.
Groups of wandering undead weren't uncommon in the New World partly because of Explorers entering and releasing them from buried crypts and tombs, but such a vast number was unheard of before.
"T-The Adventurer's Guild! W-We have to call for help," Annette stammered out.
Finn however shook his head.
He simply pointed at the locked gates to the main street and didn't speak any further. There was no time to call on the Adventurers. The guards of E-Rantel who'd seen the disturbance must have already sent news anyway.
Unfortunately, the fact that the gates were still closed meant that the guards had no intention of aiding the people of the slums until the Adventurers arrived.
As it was now, hardly anyone in the slums could see the approaching danger. Only the guards stationed near the main-sector of E-Rantel main street had a better view, and their response was to lock up the gates.
Finn expected no other treatment.
Most of the residents who were better off treated those that lived in the slums with sheer disregard, yet in any case, living in the slums was still better than being a slave.
"We have to warn everyone," Finn's tone was hurried.
"B-But there's nowhere else for us to run," Annette replied back. "The main city's gates are sealed and the undead won't tire. We'll eventually get caught without any shelter. The open fields and hills are suicide."
"T-Then we have to protect them, everyone," Finn gathered his resolve and held steady to his spear, moving to intercept the horde of undead.
"W-Wait! Where are you going!?" Annette grabbed her brother's arm.
"Father Cu taught us to fight. If we don't protect our younger brothers and sisters in the church now, then who will?" Finn's arm was shaking, but he still dragged his feet forward regardless after coaxing his arm out of Annette 's grip. "We have to be strong. Isn't that what we promised each other so that we can protect everyone else? It doesn't matter what pain or hardship we go through; we are the eldest and must bear the responsibility."
Annette bit down on her lips, and soon nodded.
Her brother was right.
Life would always be hard.
Yet it didn't mean that hard work and determination couldn't change anything.
"Alright, let's do this." Annette resolved herself and tightly grabbed onto her wooden practice spear.
She considered calling for help to Achilles and Sasaki but the two were still out on a quest, then the figure of Cu flashed to her mind, but a part of her didn't want to see one of the persons who actually seemed to care about her and the people of the slums perish at the hands of undead.
No.
She couldn't bear that thought.
Not when she finally felt what it was like to have a father.
She pursed her lips and quickly followed after her brother who began moving ahead of her.
By now, the Undead had already crossed the apex of the hill, making them visible to those in the slums.
Expectedly, panic began to ensue, but with nowhere to go, some just gave up in helplessness, while others sought shelter in their dilapidated homes. Neither option would bode well, but they were far too fearful to do anything else. Only a scant few chose to arm themselves with whatever they could get their hands on, yet none showed any confidence.
The first place that the undead would reach would be the Church, but there was no way that Annette or Finn would risk the undead getting that close.
They decided to fight the undead by the wooden fences surrounding the perimeter of the slums, however, their expressions fell when they realized that some beast or animal had completely destroyed everything.
There was nothing to act as a barricade of any sort.
Annette and Finn looked at each other.
They would have to fight on their own while out in the open.
"G-Get behind me," Finn stammered. "W-We just have to fight while defending each other's backs."
It was hopeless.
Annette only gave her brother a weak smile, but she didn't say anything in disagreement.
This was how their life had always been anyway.
Hardship after hardship.
She brushed back her hair with a hand, and readied herself.
The undead were nearing their location.
As they did not want their younger siblings that they were looking after in the Church to get involved, the two had run out to face the approaching enemy head on. The only thing that Annette hopped for was that her younger foster siblings would be smart enough to hide in the Church's cellar just in case.
Nonetheless, neither she nor her brother had the time to give a reminder.
They were coming.
Fifty meters.
Forty.
Thirty.
Annette felt her mouth drying. Up close, the undead looked nothing like the wave of ants that they had appeared like before. Most of them were even armored and didn't look anything like the average undead who were only equipped with broken weapons and tattered rags.
"E-Elites?" Annette whispered out her sole observation, a shudder traveling down her back.
Why?
Why were they coming here?
Why now?
She swallowed down her bitterness, but still felt like screaming. The one time that she and her brother's life was starting to grow better, a tragedy ensued to crush them.
"Hey Annette ," Finn called out just when the undead reached twenty meters. "If I told you to run away right now and leave me, would you listen to a stupid brother's final request?"
Annette glared.
Finn laughed hollowly. "I guess not."
Ten meters.
"Get ready. Just like Father Cu taught us."
Legs forward, arms bent, spear at the ready.
The [Spear of Dun Scàith ]
Five meters.
One meter.
"STRIKEEE!"
A flash of light.
Their spears shifted forward, like twin snakes propelling from a coiled viper. However, their expressions soon broke, the pallor of their complexions paling drastically.
It wasn't that they failed in their forms or execution, but that the wooden spears that they were using shattered completely.
The first undead that had reached them however was utterly defeated.
[The Spear of Dun Scàith] was not only above the basic level, but was adapted to deal with undead and demonic enemies to begin with. Though their spears had been made out of wood, Cu had tampered with the spears and planted a few runes to bolster them.
Those runes also served as a signal.
"YOU STUPID BRATS!"
A flash of red entered Annette and Finn's eyes before the undead nearest to their proximity seemingly vanished into dust. All that was left was a single red spear that protruded from the ground in a large crater.
None of the Undead dared approach it, and from the moment that spear made its appearance, something seemed to change in the army of undead.
Regardless, neither Annette nor Finn were paying attention.
They were too distracted over a pair of fists that smacked them over the top of their heads.
"Damn fools, this ain't a place for children."
The echoing of a pole arm resounded as a large hand pulled up the red spear embedded into the ground.
Cu had made his appearance.
Far before E-Rantel's guards had noticed the undead approaching, Cu had long since sensed them. However, rather than confronting them immediately, he had taken the liberty of using Rune Magic to create a shelter for the people of the slums to gather within.
How was he supposed to have expected that these two brats would act on their own despite their weakness and against a superior adversary? It was almost noteworthy really.
A sign of a true fearless warrior.
Cu felt his lips start to twitch upward while recalling the sight that he'd seen just before arriving.
The two kids learned fast.
They were around less than a percent of his skill, but the technique was there.
"P-Papa," Annette called out to him, but despite feeling slightly uncomfortable in the way that she addressed him, he merely nodded his head before turning his attention away.
"Undead huh? Tch, just when those two weren't around. Well, more for me I guess."
There were a lot of them, and if his eyes weren't to be deceived, he could see the form of a Demon commanding them.
He was in top condition.
No ailments or status debuffs to impair him.
Perfect.
He readied his spear, and laid it flat to rest over a single shoulder. He'd killed the nearest undead, but there were hundreds more beyond the hill that couldn't be seen yet. There was plenty of work to be done, and only him to do it.
Fine by me, I'll take bragging rights.
He began to walk forward, the crisp sound of his soles crushing the ash-like remains of the undead beneath his feet echoing amidst the silence.
"D-Don't go," Annette subconsciously clung onto Cu's leg.
He stopped and scratched at the back of his head in response.
He looked down on her, but the brat looked like she was moments away from crying, so any harsher rebuttals were tossed out of his mind.
He sighed and stared Annette at eye level.
"I won't die," he spoke calmly.
"I won't die," he repeated stronger, raising up to his full height, back straight and body poised.
He grinned, showing a pair of sharp canines.
"I believe that it's time that the two of you understand just who it is that you're learning the spear from?"
He admitted it. Was what Finn thought in his mind, but he didn't say it because Cu's very aura shifted.
A large group of undead and their commander?
Child's play and nothing more.
An ominous glint appeared within a pair of crimson eyes.
"Back away," this was Cu's last warning, an air of bloodlust was beginning to form around him that instinctively caused Annette to loosen her grip.
He who walks in the Land of Shadows doth not fear those who tread within it.
His muscles tensed.
His breathing evened until it was unnaturally still.
There were no inhabitants in the Sixth layer of Avalon that weren't considered Monsters to begin with.
Cu was just another one of them.
So, don't look at me with those eyes.
He could see the concern and anxiety on Annette and Finn's faces.
Such sentiments shouldn't have been directed at him who in the end of his own life failed to recognize the face of his own son and killed him in an honored combat.
Memories that weren't part of his programming as an NPC were causing him pause.
Shit, he was starting to get annoyed.
Even the prospect of being able to loosen his muscles on a horde of enemies couldn't bring his mood back up.
They stood behind him. They were powerless and relying on him for protection.
Just like that war, from a time of the long past.
He could not let a single enemy pass.
The things that he couldn't protect, and the things that he could.
The things that mattered and the things that didn't.
Would he lose sight of them again in the end?
A Demonic Spear.
A Crimson Spear.
But it was not always that way.
The pale gray of yew bark.
"Tch," He wasn't one to think in the first place.
Therefore fight!
Annette and Finn were forced to cover their eyes from the gale of wind left at Cu's wake.
His feet stomped across the ground.
Fast. A slow gait.
Faster. The flash of red lightning.
An indistinct figure blurring between the lines of what was impossible and impossible.
The blood within his body roared with the furor of a wild beast.
The hot blood of the Celts.
His veins popped up over his skin, his muscles bulging.
The Warrior's Spirit!
His spear revolved around him, a red fang clearing hundreds amidst the horde.
A beast in the guise of a human.
An Insect he was not.
A figure watching in the distance furrowed her brows, but for the slightest of moments, she felt a shiver travel down her back. Was that really a human? All that she could see was the form of a fellow Great Demon.
Be it one, ten, many, or several hundred, he would prevail.
He fought atop a distant hill, not letting a single enemy pass.
A shield of the people.
A ray within the dark of the clouds.
A figment of history.
One man that had protected a country.
The beginning of a Legend of the Ulster Cycle.
Before he was the Hound of Chulainn.
Before he was named a Hero.
"P-Papa Cu, h-he's fighting them all alone. It's like he's glowing."
Something outside the bounds of YGGDRASIL's mechanics.
An aura of a proud son of Lugh proclaimed and acknowledged by the people.
A Child of Light.
(Sike! Cliffhanger, Hahahaha , if you've read the original FF you'll know who's dying next...or do you.)
….
Meanwhile, Bedivere, Gareth, and Gawain stood before a grand structure. It was more than a cathedral; it was a castle.
Imposing and majestic, the edifice loomed against the sky, its towering spires and fortified walls exuding an aura of sanctity and strength. The intricate stonework and stained glass windows depicted scenes of valor and divine protection, casting colorful reflections that danced in the sunlight.
Bedivere took the lead, her eyes scanning the architectural marvel with a mix of awe and determination. "This is it," she said, her voice steady. "The place we've been assigned to."
Gareth nodded, her gaze following the intricate details of the stone carvings. "It's magnificent," she murmured. "But also formidable. We must proceed with caution."
--
The city's massive gates were adorned with symbols of faith and protection, guarded by stern-faced sentinels clad in shining armor. These guards, embodying the discipline and strength of the Theocracy, eyed the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
Bedivere, ever the diplomat, stepped forward to address the guards. "Greetings, noble sentinels. We are knights from a distant land, seeking knowledge and alliance. We mean no harm and wish to speak with your leaders."
The guards exchanged glances before one of them, a captain by the look of his more elaborate armor, responded. "You are entering the sacred city of the Slane Theocracy. State your names and your purpose clearly."
"I am Bedivere," she said with a respectful bow, "and these are my companions, Gareth and Gawain. We seek to understand your customs, offer our assistance, and learn from the wisdom of the Six Gods."
The captain scrutinized them for a moment longer before nodding. "Very well. You may enter, but you will be escorted to ensure our laws are respected."
The gates slowly creaked open, revealing the city within. The knights were immediately struck by the grandeur of the capital. The architecture was a blend of medieval and ecclesiastical styles, with tall spires reaching towards the heavens and fortified walls protecting the inner sanctum. The streets were bustling with activity, from market vendors peddling their goods to children playing in the squares, all under the watchful eyes of patrolling guards and priests.
…
The knights were led to the heart of the city, to a grand cathedral that resembled a fortified castle more than a place of worship. This awe-inspiring structure, with its towering spires and intricate carvings, dominated the skyline and exuded both spiritual and temporal power.
"This city and that cathedral is impressive," Gareth whispered to Gawain as they walked. "It looks like it could withstand a siege."
Gawain nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with the practiced gaze of a seasoned warrior. "Indeed. It's clear that faith and strength are intertwined in this place."
As the gates opened, Bedivere, Gareth, and Gawain entered the city. The grandeur of the capital, with its blend of medieval and ecclesiastical architecture, was awe-inspiring. Tall spires reached toward the heavens, and fortified walls spoke of the city's strength. The bustling streets were a testament to the city's vitality, with market vendors, children playing, and guards patrolling under the watchful eyes of priests.
…
Inside, the cathedral was filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candlelight. Statues of the Six Gods lined the hall, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The knights couldn't help but feel a profound sense of reverence in such a sacred space.
…
At the far end of the hall stood the Pontifex Maximus, the supreme leader of the Slane Theocracy. Clad in regal robes and holding a staff symbolizing his authority, he exuded an aura of immense power and wisdom. His piercing eyes scrutinized the newcomers with an intensity that commanded respect.
"Welcome to the Slane Theocracy," the Pontifex Maximus said, his voice resonating through the hall. "I am Pontifex Maximus Vahlian. You have journeyed far to reach us. State your purpose."
Bedivere stepped forward, his demeanor calm and respectful. "Your Holiness, we are knights from a distant land, seeking to learn from the wisdom of the Six Gods and to offer our assistance. We wish to understand your customs and forge bonds of friendship."
Vahlian regarded them thoughtfully, though a flicker of cunning passed through his eyes. "Your actions will speak louder than your words. You will be given the opportunity to prove your intentions. For now, you will be under observation. Respect our laws and our people, and we shall see if your presence here is indeed a blessing."
The knights bowed in agreement, understanding the weight of the Pontifex's words. They were escorted to modest lodgings within the cathedral's grounds, a clear indication that while they were welcome, their every move would be watched.
…
The knights had spent several weeks in the capital of the Slane Theocracy, each of them deeply engaged in their respective tasks. Bedivere, Gareth, and Gawain had established themselves as figures of interest, earning respect and cautiously navigating the political landscape of this formidable nation. Their efforts did not go unnoticed, and soon they were summoned once more for a private audience with Pontifex Maximus Vahlian.
In the grand hall of the cathedral, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The towering statues of the Six Gods seemed to watch over the proceedings with silent judgment, their stone gazes adding to the solemnity of the occasion. The Pontifex Maximus sat upon a raised dais, flanked by his advisors from the six Supreme Executive Council. His piercing eyes scrutinized the three knights as they approached, their footsteps echoing in the vast chamber.
"Knights," Vahlian began, his voice resonating with authority, "you have earned the trust of my people and myself. Yet, your origins remain a mystery. Where do you hail from?"
Bedivere stepped forward, her demeanor calm and respectful. "Your Holiness, we come from the northern plains beside the great lake."
Vahlian's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of cunning in his gaze. "The Katze Plains? No nation exists there. Explain."
Bedivere took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "The land we come from is newly formed, Your Holiness. It did not exist until recently."
The Pontifex leaned back in his throne, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "A new nation, you say?"
In his thoughts, he remembered, the legend of the six Gods, perhaps, these knights have a connection. He then smiled, not showing his true thoughts.
"Very well. Your presence here might suggests a great change is upon us. We must prepare and unite our strengths."
As Vahlian spoke, Bedivere, Gareth, and Gawain exchanged glances, sensing an opportunity. Bedivere decided to take a calculated risk. "Your Holiness, there is more to our story than we have revealed. The land we hail from is not merely newly formed. It was created by forces beyond this world."
The members of the Supreme Executive Council stirred at this revelation, their curiosity piqued. Vahlian, however, remained composed, Bedivere's words enforced his Idea that the knights were Godkins, his eyes locking onto Bedivere's. "Elaborate."
Bedivere nodded, gathering her thoughts. "The being who created our land of origin are not from this world. They possess powers and knowledge that far surpass what is known here. They are similar to the Six Gods, who, as we understand, were not divine beings but players from another world."
A murmur spread through the council, the air thick with tension. Vahlian raised a hand, silencing his advisors. His gaze remained fixed on Bedivere, sharp and inquisitive. "You speak of the Six Great Gods, who appeared several hundred years ago and founded this Theocracy. What proof do you have of their true nature?"
Bedivere met his gaze steadily. "The texts in your own library, Your Holiness, provide clues. The descriptions of their abilities, their knowledge, and the circumstances of their arrival match those of the being who created us. We believe they were players from another world, similar to our creator."
The Pontifex leaned forward, his interest now fully engaged. "If what you say is true, it would have profound implications for our understanding of the world and our place within it. How do you propose we proceed with this knowledge?"
Bedivere took a deep breath. "We propose an alliance, Your Holiness. We offer our knowledge and assistance in exchange for your support. Together, we can prepare for whatever changes may come and ensure the safety and prosperity of our people."
Vahlian studied them for a long moment, weighing their words and the potential risks and benefits. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Very well. Your presence here may indeed be a sign that the world is on the brink of great change. We must prepare and unite our strengths."
He turned to his advisors, his voice firm and decisive. "We shall form a council to study these revelations and their implications. The knights will be given the resources they need to continue their research and training. We must be ready for whatever the future holds, call all the scriptures and instruct them to be prepared."
The knights bowed in agreement, understanding the gravity of the moment. They had taken a significant risk in revealing this truth, but it had paid off. The Pontifex's acknowledgment and willingness to cooperate were crucial steps toward achieving their mission.
--
After their formal audience with Pontifex Maximus Vahlian, Bedivere, Gareth, and Gawain were escorted back to their assigned quarters within the cathedral grounds. The weight of their mission and the mysterious nature of their surroundings pressed heavily on their minds. Bedivere, sensing the need for a private discussion, gathered her companions in her modestly furnished room.
The room was sparse, with only the essentials: a wooden table, a few chairs, and a small window that let in the dim light of the setting sun. As the door closed behind them, Bedivere turned to Gawain, her expression serious.
"Sir Gawain," she began, "are we in the clear?"
Gawain closed his eyes briefly, focusing his senses. After a moment, he opened them and nodded. "Yes, I don't sense anyone nearby, nor do I detect any scrying spells. We are alone."
Bedivere sighed in relief and gestured for her companions to sit. Gareth, always more relaxed, sprawled across the bed, while Gawain took a seat at the table. Bedivere remained standing, pacing slightly as she gathered her thoughts.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Gareth asked, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. "This place is impressive, but we can't forget our mission."
Bedivere paused, looking at her friends with a mixture of contemplation and exhaustion "We need to be cautious. The Pontifex is a cunning man, and while he seems to show he accept us, I have no doubt he's keeping a close watch on our every move."
Gawain nodded in agreement. "He's not the type to trust easily, especially with strangers claiming to be from a newly formed nation. We need to tread carefully."
Bedivere resumed her pacing, her mind working through their options. "We should wait until we have the chance to deliver this information to Avalon. For now, let's blend in as much as possible. Learn more what we can about this place, their customs, their strengths, and weaknesses. But we mustn't give the Pontifex any reason to suspect us."
Gareth, ever straightforward, sat up on the bed, her eyes flashing with determination. "I don't like him," she said bluntly. "He's too calculating, too... manipulative. We need to be always on guard."
Bedivere nodded. "Agreed. But we also need to gather as much information as we can. The more we know about the Slane Theocracy and its leaders, the better prepared we'll be for whatever comes next."
There was a moment of silence as each of them reflected on their situation. Bedivere broke the silence, her voice soft but resolute. "We can't forget our ultimate goal. We need to ensure the safety of Avalon and our master. Everything we do here must serve that purpose."
Gawain leaned forward, his expression serious. "Do you think the Pontifex suspects the truth about us?"
Bedivere considered this for a moment. "He might have already known, but without concrete knowledge on our capabilities, he won't act. That's why we need to be careful. We must avoid revealing too much while still earning his trust."
Gareth, her practical nature coming to the fore, asked, "What should we do in the meantime? How do we avoid suspicion while still gathering information?"
Bedivere looked at her companions, a plan forming in her mind. "Gareth, continue to build rapport with the local knights and soldiers. Share your combat techniques, but also learn theirs. Understand their strengths and weaknesses, but never show everything you're capable of. Gawain, maintain your patrols and protect the citizens. Your presence will earn their trust and respect. And I'll continue my research in the library, looking for any information that could help us."
She paused, meeting each of their gazes. "We must be vigilant. The Pontifex is a cunning leader, always thinking several steps ahead. But so are we. we'll navigate this situation and find a way to protect Avalon."
Gareth and Gawain nodded in agreement, their resolve matching Bedivere's. They knew the challenges ahead would be great, but they were always prepared to face them.
The Pontifex's Perspective*
Despite his outward acceptance, Pontifex Maximus Vahlian's mind was a whirl of calculations and strategies. He was a cunning leader, always thinking several steps ahead. The arrival of these knights from an unknown nation intrigued him, but also raised his suspicions. He knew the balance of power in the world was delicate, and any new entity could tip the scales.
In private meetings with the Supreme Executive Council, he discussed the implications of the newcomers' arrival. "These knights claim to hail from a newly formed nation in the Katze Plains. We must determine their true intentions and capabilities. Their presence could be either a boon or a threat to our Theocracy."
The council members, the highest executive authorities in the Slane Theocracy, nodded in agreement. They were a diverse group, each with their own specialties and insights, but all shared the Pontifex's cautious yet ambitious mindset.
"We shall continue to observe them closely," Vahlian continued. "Encourage their integration but ensure they are always within our grasp. Knowledge is power, and we must gather as much as we can about these knights and the mysterious player."
As he spoke, Vahlian's thoughts were focused on the long game. The balance of power was delicate, and any new entity could disrupt the status quo. But if these knights could be turned into allies, they might become a significant asset to the Theocracy. For now, he would watch, wait, and plan, always several steps ahead.
'Hmmm, it seemed like someone had annihilated the Sunlight scripture sent to deal with the knight of Re-Estize. It should have been impossible for Nigun to fall, considering we gave him that.'
Looking over the rest of the Council, he sported a thoughtful expression.
' it seemed another variable has appeared.'
I'M ALIVE MUAHAHAHAHAHHAH!
Dayum, it's been like what? a month? sorry, was busy irl, finally got accepted for internship woohoo! but damn, my feet are killing me! first day I was fucking 20 minutes late, Fuck! good thing our coordinator was a kind hearted woman.
anyways, why didn't no one say anything about the shit with the chapter 17? I just edited it, several paragraphs were repeated while some got erased, I suggest re Reading it. so if anything similar happens in the future, let me know.
Anyways, Next up, would be Arifureta Chapter, I'll try Finishing it so I'll be able to upload it the same day. so with that, ciao~!