The Albion of the Sky Chapter 5, a dungeon ni deai o motomeru no wa machigatte iru darou ka fanfic

The Albion of the Sky

Chapter Four: Onward to the Dungeon Part 1

I don't own Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka

Bell's most used Developmental Ability is Assassin.

Assassin was the fastest ability that he had ranked up to the rank of A.

Bell would bet that his Assassin ability would rank up to S when he receives his next Falna.

Runecraft was the second fastest, but there was a distinct difference between the two abilities.

He had to work hard to develop his Runecraft Ability.

His Assassin ability, he developed with such ease that it was disturbing.

Like his God had told him, he was born with the blessing of death.

He was a child born with one talent for survival, and that is a talent for killing.

It took him a while to accept that fact.

That said, he was a not a mortal defined by his talents alone.

If he was, his soul would not have given him the tools that he had today.

He was a born killer, but he was more than that.

GOLD – RWBY: VOLUME 1 Soundtrack

Dream of anything;
I'll make it all come true.
Everything you need
Is all I have for you.
I'm forever
Always by your side.
Whenever you need a friend,
Never far behind.

If the stars all fall,
When there's no more light,
And the moon should crumble,
It will be alright.

Bell was not just a born killer; he was also born with talents for music.

He was an excellent singer, with a voice that most Gods would envy.

And his skills with the violin was, to put it lightly, divine.

Don't you worry about the dark,
I will light up the night with the love in my heart.
I will burn like the sun,
I will keep you safe and warm.
Like the smell of a rose on a summer's day,
I will be there to take all your fears away.
With a touch of my hand,
I will turn your life to gold.
With a touch of my hand,
I'll turn your life to gold.

Currently, Bell was performing on a stage, surrounded by several people, all of which were dressed with fancy clothing, adorned with expensive golds and jewels.

All the wealthy men and women were captivated by Bell as he sang his song and played his violin.

Bell, uncaring by the looks that he was receiving, whether they be of admiration or lust, merely continues to sing to his heart's content and play his favorite instrument until he lose himself to the melody.

Let's have everything,
Nothing we cannot do.
Every heart just beaming,
Every sky turns blue.
I'm so happy
Just to have you here.
Smiles bringing sunshine,
Worries disappear.

When the days turn dark,
And we start to fall,
I will pick you up and
We will fix it all.

Bell enjoyed singing. He enjoyed learning new songs, and even creating new songs.

Singing was a hobby that he had indulge before he met his God.

When his body was wrought by illness, Bell took refuge in fairytales and in songs.

During his travels with his God, he collected a fair number of songs, he learned how to sing them and play those songs on his violin, and when he was tired after training or after experiencing a harrowing ordeal, he sings until he revitalized himself.

If nothing else, Bell was glad that he was born with such a talent.

This talent had given him more joy that he could ever imagine.

Don't worry, I've got you;
Nothing will ever harm you.
I'm close by, I'll stay here;
Through all things, I will be near.

This talent had also given him opportunities to save a fair bit of valis.

Establishments likes bars, restaurants, and casinos would gladly foot a bill for lodging in exchange for his services.

Bell did not like receiving compensation for a hobby that he love doing, but like Hadur had told him, if he was good at something, he should never, ever do it for free.

Whether that be killing, fighting, or even singing.

Always profit.

Bell dislikes that philosophy, but in the name of survival, adhering to loathsome ideology is a must.

Close your eyes,
Don't you cry.
Love's around you;
In time, you'll fly.

As the last lyric escape his lips, Bell pauses and lower his violin and its bow to his side.

Bell surveyed those who were watching his performance.

Wealthy men and women, sitting upon well decorated tables, eating food that he would never consider eating himself.

Food that the wealthy enjoys, Bell dislikes them for their lack of quantity.

The flavors were acceptable, but they don't have enough on the plate for him to indulge rightly.

Scanning the room, Bell nodded internally.

No one in the audience disliked his performance.

Good.

He was being allowed to stay in this luxury hotel for a few days. Considering he was in a desert; good housing is an opulence.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his violin one more time. Placing the bow on the string, he picked a song that he assumed the audience would like, and began to sing once again.

After Bell's performance, most in the audience would reorder their food. They were so captivated by Bell's performance that their food had gotten cold.

The establishment gladly heed to the request of their customers.

They also gladly charged them for the second serving of food.

(Scene Change)

"If you join my Familia, I'll gladly give you 20% of my hotel's profit." Bes, a God from the Egyptian pantheon, offered as he walked side-by-side with Bell.

Bes is a short, chubby dwarf with a large belly, muscular arms, dark skin, protruding tongue, long ears, and a tail. Bes was not as good looking as most Gods, but his presence was still that of a divine.

"I was already promised to a Goddess, Lord Bes, and as tempting as the offer is, I would rather you keep your profit." Bell told the God respectful.

Bes was one of Hadur's friends. Bell met the God before, and he liked the deity.

He was kind to mortals, very welcoming to those in need, and was willing to defend the weak in his territory.

Bes is a good man, a compliment that Bell rarely gives to the Gods that he had met in his travels.

Bes sighed. The Egyptian God would love to have Bell in his familia. A good chef and a good performer, he could bring quite the profit in his establishment.

But if Hadur had already promised him to a Goddess, and Bes would bet a month's worth of profit that said Goddess is Freya, then he had no choice but to retract his offer.

Bell Cranel is a prize for any deity, and if he was already promised to Freya, Bes was not going to offend the Nordic Goddess of War and steal such a treasure.

Freya would tear him apart, and he would rather not spend a good century putting himself back together.

Stopping in front of a rather well decorated door, mortal and God face each other.

Bell respectfully bowed to the deity.

Nodding in return, Bes handed Bell a key.

"One of our best rooms." Bes assured in pride as Bell took the key.

"Thank you." Bell said in appreciation.

Bes hummed before giving Bell an offer. "Would you like company for the evening?" Bes offered respectfully. "I could lend you one of our best, no additionally charge."

With Bell's performance this evening, and with his looks, many of his courtesans wanted the young teen's company for the evening.

Bes knew that the boy would not accept such an offer. Considering Hadur's stance on sex, the God knew that Bell was not comfortable with casual coitus.

In his defense, not everyone is built for loveless sex.

Still, for the sake of his familia, Bes needed to give the offer.

"Tempting offer, but I must decline." Bell said politely.

Bes nodded in acceptance. "My girls would be disappointed, but I will make sure that you will have no visitors this evening."

Bell bowed in appreciation.

He was 13 years old; he was not ready to experience the warmth of a woman and the pleasure of the flesh.

With one more respectful nod, Bes turned around and left Bell to his own devices.

Bell waited for the Egyptian God to leave his sight before using the key to enter the room.

Bell let out a whistle of appreciation.

The room that was given to him was truly luxurious.

The room was the size of a small house. It was well decorated with beautifully carved and artistic furniture. There were also magnificent portraits hanging on the walls. The room also have large windows that provides quite the view of the city. A large fireplace lit the room rather well.

Stepping into the room, Bell noticed a feast prepared for him as well as his one and only possession lying on the bed.

The sword that his God, his father, entrusted upon him.

Bell raised his right hand, opening his palm, the sword that was covered in cloth flew to his hand.

Bell's fondness for Bes increased at that moment.

This sword was a divine weapon. The fact that Bes would not steal the weapon from him made him appreciate the God more.

Also, the God not trying to take the weapon from him save Bell from butchering the Bes Familia.

He liked Bes, and that fondness extend to the God's familia.

Gingerly placing the sword on the large bed, a bed that could have seven people comfortably sleep on it, Bell took a considerable piece of every dish that was prepared for him on a plate before going towards the fireplace.

Reciting a prayer that gives honor and praise to Hadur, Bell threw the plate to the fireplace.

The fire momentarily took a coppery color before it returned to its original hue.

Bell smiled before going towards the feast.

Sitting down, Bell devoured the offering of food in a steady pace. He did not leave a single morsel of food on the table. Even the dishes that he did not like, he devoured.

He was a soldier. Every food should be taken and nothing should be wasted.

After all, he did not know when or where his next meal would come.

After an hour of eating, Bell grabbed a pillow from the massive bed before laying it on the floor.

Resting his head on said pillow and laying on the floor himself, Bell closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

Since that war, Bell still could not sleep on a bed.

It was too soft, too comforting, too unfamiliar.

(Scene Change)

The merchant city of Leodo, Bell remembered visiting the town when he was nine years old, just before he and his God went to the Far East.

It was bustling and lively city where merchant from all over the continent could buy and sell their respective wares.

Bell himself was tempted to sell his own creation in the market.

He was a blacksmith and a magic artificer. Bell has with him a few good weapons and magic items that could fetch for a good amount of valis.

But Bell fought that temptation.

Most of his weapons and magic items were combat and war related, and he would rather not have his creations to be use for murder.

Not unless he or his comrades were the one committing those murders.

Bell chuckled dryly.

It had been more than a year since the Alf's War had concluded, and to this day, his mind was still on a war footing.

"Still can't get my mind off the field." Bell mumbled while looking at some interesting metal plates.

"How much for this?" Bell inquired while pointing at a specific metal plate that was eight inch long, two inch and a quarter wide, and 8mm in thickness.

The merchant gave Bell a long look.

Bell wore a large hooded cloak over his grey shirt and black slacks. His face was hidden by the cloak's hood. On his back was the divine weapon that was both a gift and a burden given to him by his God, its beautiful and ornate handle glistening with the sun.

Bell's choice of clothing was strange considering that he was in a desert, but because of [Stormbreaker,] he was immune from ever having a heatstroke regardless of how inappropriate his attire is for the environment or weather.

"You a blacksmith or something?" The merchant inquired curiously.

"I was taught by the best." Bell stated with a pride and confidence. "This is good material, good steel. If I have to guess, you got this from Arcadia."

The merchant nodded. "You've been there, kid?"

"Once or twice." Bell confirmed. "It's a good port town. You get procure Atlassian steel there, and considering how tightly God Poseidon guards his territory, that is saying something."

The merchant hummed in agreement. "75,000 valis per 10 plates."

Bell looked contemplatively for a second before using his [Elemental Eyes] to thoroughly study the material. "80,000 valis per 10 plates. I am not here to scam you." Bell said after a minute of contemplation. The metal plates were of good quality.

He had also noticed a good material while using his [Elemental Eyes]. "115,000 Valis for that meteorite ore over there." Bell offered.

"I am selling that for 90,000." The merchant pointed at the price tag for the ore that Bell wanted to procure.

"Again, I am not here to scam you, and also, my blades would turn out dull if I conned a hardworking man out of his goods." Hadur had taught Bell to always compensate those around him properly, even if it hurts his pockets.

The merchant was taken aback by that rather naïve. "40 plates of this…" Bell gestured to the plates that he had been examining. "….the meteorite ore….and I guess I'll pay you 50,000 valis for the barrel of knives up front." The knives, all 100 of them were of poor quality and make, but Bell could melt the knives and repurpose them to weapons that would meet his standards.

The merchant looked at Bell for a full minute before nodding. "Give me a moment."

Five minutes later, the wares that Bell wanted had been packed in boxes, though Bell noticed that there were 5 additional plates added to his purchase.

He would not comment on it.

Instead, Bell paid for his order, giving the merchant a few additional valis so that he could buy a decent lunch.

With the transaction completed, Bell reached into his coat and brought out a small handbook. Said handbook was the size of his palm. Opening the book, Bell uttered a single word.

"[Take]." Several hundreds of papers flew out of the handbook and covered the items that Bell purchase. After a second, the papers returned to the handbook, with the boxes no longer in sight.

"Nifty item." The merchant commented, impress.

"I know." Bell said with a smile. "I made it." With those parting words, Bell left.

Five minutes later, Bell entered a new store, this one being a textile store.

Immediately, Bell went to the leather section.

[Elemental Eyes] is such a good ability. It drastically cuts Bell's shopping time, and the skill allowed Bell to determine quality with just a glance.

"How much for these, these, and these." Bell inquired while pointing at three leathers of different color. The colors of the leather were whisky, black, and scarlet.

The merchant, this one female examined the materials that Bell was interested in.

"The wyrm leather is 1,500 valis for a yard. The sand worm is 2,700 per yard. That one is of salamander hide so 2,100 per yard." The merchant informed Bell.

Bell nodded. Those were of fair prizing. This merchant knows his wares.

"Give me 20 yards for each. Divide each leather into four piles" Bell requested.

The merchant smiled and nodded. The merchant began measuring and cutting the materials that Bell requested.

As she works, the merchant began a conversation with Bell. "So, you're a tourist here?"

"Yeah. Going to stay here for a week before going to Shalzad." Bell told the merchant amicably.

"The kingdom of Shalzad. Good choice if you want to settle there." The merchant said with a smile. "Since they repelled Warsa from invading them, the kingdom had been prosperous."

Bell chuckled. "That is good to hear." Bell said while mentally recalling that particular business.

'Good to know Arry is doing well.' Bell thought gleefully while remembering his cross-dressing friend. Burying 80,000 soldiers and almost leveling Warsa was worth it for that friend.

"So, if I may ask, what are you going to use this for?" The merchant inquired curiously.

"Going to use them for sword grips and sheathes." Bell answered honestly.

"You a blacksmith?"

"I am a good one." Bell stated with pride.

The merchant laughed at that declaration. "Considering you choose my store; I'll agree to that."

60 yards of leather were rolled and presented to Bell.

Bell, once again, paid for his purchase while tipping the merchant an extra thousand valis for her lunch.

Bell stored his purchase into his handbook before exiting the establishment and once again exploring the market.

It took him 30 minutes of exploring, buying and eating a few street foods while he walks, before finding a particular item that he wanted to purchase.

It was a grimoire.

A magic grimoire.

[Elemental Eyes] can be considered a cheat ability.

Without opening the grimoire, Bell was able to scan and analyze every single magic that the Grimoire could possibly provide.

This grimoire offers a very interesting set of magic.

And said grimoire was just laying on top of a carpet, without a single bit of protection.

If Bell wasn't so kind, he would have grabbed the Grimoire and ran for it.

Fortunately, he was kind.

"How much?" Bell inquired as he knelt and pointed at the Grimoire that had winged-star on its cover.

A merchant who looked to be in his late 80s gave Bell a discerning look. "150,000,000 valis." The merchant answered in such a way that it made it clear that the he was not going to negotiate.

Bell nodded. He reached into his coat and grabbed a handbook.

The handbook was the sized of his hand.

Opening the book, he ripped two pages that has 100,000,000 and 50,000,000 written on it.

Returning the handbook into his coat, Bell ripped the pieces of papers, causing a mild explosion of smoke.

When the smoke receded, two briefcases appeared before Bell. Opening the briefcases in front of the merchant, Bell presented a total of 150,000,000 valis to the merchant.

The merchant did not comment on the manner of which Bell carries his currency. Instead, he examined the valis contained in the cases.

It took the merchant a few minutes before lifting the grimoire and handing it to Bell.

Bell took the tome, nodded at the merchant, before rising to his feet and making his leave.

Before he could leave though, the merchant spoke.

"Good eye boy." The merchant complimented.

Bell gave the old merchant a thumbs up.

(Scene Change)

Leodo is a good city.

But every good city has its dark side.

For Leodo, it is that the slave trade is a legal business within its walls.

In Leodo, it is illegal to own slaves.

Buying and selling slaves is a different matter entirely though.

Loopholes are a bitch.

Bell watched dispassionately as a procession of slave was taking place in one of the more populated streets of the city.

Bell was tempted to summon Albaz, and begin massacring the slavers before freeing the slaves.

He did not though.

As much as he wanted to, he did not deploy Albaz.

He had two reasons why he did not.

First, he promised his services to Lord Bes for a week, and if he causes a scene, he would cause trouble for the God.

He would rather not cause the Egyptian God any distress.

Second, if he freed the slaves, he would be honored bound to escort them all back to their homes.

He was willing to do it but the logistics of it would be taxing.

This desert is a large area, covering a massive plot of land, and finding the homes of every single slave, all 352 of them, would be difficult, even for him.

He could free them, and then let them find their own way back home, but Bell would bet that he would sentence most of them to their deaths.

He would rather avoid that.

With a frustrated sigh, Bell turned away from the crime against humanity before him.

There are times when helping the weak is acceptable, and there are times when he should bite his tongue and ignore the plight of the helpless.

This was a lesson that his God taught him.

It was a hard lesson to learn.

Bell hated himself that he learnt that lesson well.

Suppressing the urge to slaughter the slavers before him, Bell turned his back upon those poor, broken people and walked away.

Sometimes, he really hated his God for tempering his childhood dream of becoming a hero.

Fast walking away from the horrid scene, Bell decided to roam the city to alleviate his guilt and to prevent himself from changing his mind.

Maybe he should buy some crystals and/or gems for his next weapon or magic item built?

Maybe he should try some more cuisine offered by the city?

Maybe he should hit the public forge and craft a quick knife?

Maybe he should rob the casino blind?

Maybe…

From the corner of his eyes, a few dozen yards from him, in a rather inconspicuous alley, a red-haired werewolf was desperately making a run for it.

Said werewolf was wearing a typical slave attire, and was being pursued by a at least four slavers.

From the way they move, they were fighters and they were blessed.

Bell should ignore this.

Bell wanted to ignore this.

His mind was screaming at him not to make a scene.

But fuck it…

His heart was screaming at him to be a good man.

And a good man he would be.

"A 61-yard shot is doable." Turning and facing towards the horrid scene, Bell raised his right arm, and pointed his index and middle fingers at the pursuing slavers.

Activating Dominus, Bell fired four bolts of energy at the slavers, all aimed at the back of their heads.

All four bolts strike true and shattered the skull of the slavers on impact.

Those four Dominus Bolts had their lethality boosted by his Developmental Ability Assassin and his skill Backstabbed.

Assassin is a fatal ability due to it being his highest ranked Developmental Ability.

Invoking his [Elemental Eyes], Bell saw another three slavers about to cut off the red-headed werewolf.

"So much for not making a scene." Bell grumbled before jumping and propelling himself upwards.

His single leap launched him high in the air, surpassing even a few buildings.

When he had reached the apex of his leap, he kicked the air in such a way that it propelled him forward.

Another kick, he was once again pushed forward.

This technique is called Moonwalk.

He developed this technique to maximized his Skywalker Skill.

It took a half dozen step to cross the distance between himself and the fleeing slave.

Bell was several feet above the Werewolf just as the three slavers caught her.

Before they could touch her though, Bell descended like lightning.

With a flip and rough kick on the air, Bell dropped his entire weight on the slaver that was nearest to him.

Bell shattered the skull of the slaver on impact.

Before his friends could react, a runic script spiraled on Bell's left hand.

Taking a single step, Bell swung his left hand as if it were a blade. As he swung, he utilized Dominus.

Instead of the default concussive force of Dominus, the white flash of energy generated a cutting force that beheaded the two remaining slavers.

Their heads dropped to the ground followed closely by their bodies.

"I could have done it more cleanly." Bell grumbled, criticizing his performance.

He reached into his coat as he turned to the slave that he had saved.

Bell was met with a knife thrust to his throat.

And said knife shattered the moment it touched his throat.

"Nice try, lady." Bell commented as the slave fell to the ground in shock.

From where Bell was stabbed, there was a glowing nerve-like pattern.

"Next time you stab someone, make sure you use a better knife, and put your weight into it." Bell advised unperturbed as he retracted his hand from his coat and threw several pieces of paper in the air.

The numerous papers flew throughout the alleyway and covered the seven corpses of the people that Bell killed. When the bodies were fully covered, the papers suddenly ignited in flames and swiftly cremated the bodies.

With his mess cleaned, Bell looked down at the slaved that he had saved.

The woman was beautiful, even in her current state.

Long red hair, glimmering amber eyes, and a shapely and well-toned body that was very eye-catching.

The woman is quite a prize.

That said, Bell frowned at her current state.

The attire the slavers force the woman into exposed every inch of the girl. The clothes were thin and see-through. Bell could see the woman's breasts and womanhood, and they were badly bruised. Her arms, legs, neck, and hips were also bruised.

Those bruises can only be inflicted by hand, by gripping the flesh hard until the skin his red and purple.

Said bruises were covered, poorly at that, by cosmetics.

There were also welts on the woman's face as well as a lump on her lips.

Bell had been through enough experiences in his life to know what happened.

This woman was raped.

The rage that Bell felt at that realization was familiar.

His rage was apocalyptic.

(Scene Change)

Anger should be controlled.

Wrath should be tempered.

Rage should be precise.

His God's many lessons echoed within Bell's mind as he summoned a tome from his coat.

Behind him was the slave that he had saved.

Her named alludes him, but he could remedy that later.

Now, right now, he would satisfy his heroic instincts.

He would also satisfied the voice on the back of his head that demands blood.

He would apologies to Lord Bes later.

Bell raised the tome to his side. At his will, the tome opened and thousands of papers began to fly out of the tome. The pieces of papers began shredding themselves as they glow and flew in every imaginable direction.

Using his Elementa Eyes, Bell began calculating the numbers.

352 slaves, all lined up in a straight line that covers a distance of 70 meters.

74 slavers were guarding the slaves, all of which were blessed.

56 buyers, and those buyers brought guards and other subordinates, all of which numbering to 407.

Exactly 2212 civilians watching this tragic debacle.

Within the next minute, 537 mortals would die.

Bell could easily spare the civilians.

Bell waited for five minutes for the wards to be establish.

It was time consuming to set up a barrier ward that encompasses 120 meters wide radius, but it was doable.

His Runecraft was ranked A for a reason, and, the runes were already written, it was just a matter of distribution.

The air glowed white.

The wards were set.

It was time.

Bell reached deep within himself.

He summoned every drop of rage and wrath that he could muster at the moment.

He invoked Dominus, mixing his intent within the skill, and unleashed it in his immediate surroundings without a second thought.

A pressure of death and bloodlust washed over the civilians watching the slave auctions.

In a matter of seconds, the 2212 civilians, all of them, dropped to the ground, unconscious.

[Dominus] is a very flexible skill.

Those that saw such massive fainting spell were both shock and terrified at what they had witness.

Bell, who caused said fainting spell, merely summoned Albaz from the part of his soul that held it and began his butchering.

537 mortals died in a matter of minutes.

(Scene Change)

"You attacked a slave auction?" Bes asked he watched Bell unseal several chests before him.

Runecraft is a very rare and very versatile ability.

"Correct…" Bell answered while opening one of the chests that he had unsealed, unveiling staggering amounts of gold coins and gems.

Bes' guards eyed the treasure chests with interest.

"450,000,000 valis…" Bell announced as he gestured to the eight chests that contained overflowing treasure.

"For food and shelter of the slaves…" Bes assumed.

"And a bit of healing if you would. Both mental and physical." Bell added. "I've seen enough cases of rape to know how that would affect the victims." Bell's face was twisted in disgust.

Bes had a similar expression upon his face.

He was, at his core, a Protector God after all.

"I would feed and shelter the slaves. No need for any tribute." Bes declared kindly. The moment Bell arrived at his hotel, hundreds of liberated slaves behind him, the God had already instructed most of his children and his staff to accommodate them. "But I will take this tribute and use it to return the slaves who resides in this desert back to their respective homes." Bes exclaimed; eyes steady on Bell.

"Those that do not reside in this desert, I will escort them to their homes." Bell promised.

Bes nodded as he gestured for his children to take the offered treasure.

They did so swiftly.

"I do not desire to have slavers making trouble in my establishment…" Bes began expectantly.

"I will bury them within the hour." Bell stated before showing a ledger to the God.

The slavers and those who would buy slaves were dead.

Now, it was time to hunt the traffickers that dared think that they could profit from selling mortals like livestock.

(Scene Change)

Rose Fannett had a hellish three weeks.

The Guild was attack. She and her junior, Eina Tulle, were kidnapped and dragged from Orario to this desert town.

In the three weeks that they were captive, they were repeatedly beaten and raped so many times that Rose was at the verge to sworn off man.

Rose shuddered as she remembered what those animals did to her and to Eina.

At the very least, the children were not force to service those animals.

Taking those cocks down her throat were at least worth that, to her at least.

Eina was probably going to need therapy.

She needed therapy as well, but she could at least hold it in until they get back to Orario.

She needed to be strong.

Not just for her and for Eina, but also for the three dozen Orario citizens that were with them.

That is why she requested a meeting with the God that own the establishment that their savior led them to.

"So, you are from Orario…" The trickster God of Family and Merrymaking inquired as he looked at her curiously.

Currently, Rose and the God Bes were in his office. Rose, being one of the leaders of a collection of liberated slaves, was able to request an audience with Bes.

Bes was kind enough to grant said audience.

"I am." Rose confirmed before bowing respectfully. "I am a Senior Receptionist of the Orario Guild. My name is Rose Fannett." Rose introduced herself while doing her best to not show how uncomfortable she is at the presence of this God.

Bes nodded. "Bes. I am God." Bes introduced dryly. "Have you eaten?"

Rose nodded. What she had eaten in this hotel has been her best meal since she was kidnapped.

"Good. Get your injuries check then. You will find that my healers are very skilled. My mind healers are also quire good" Bes ordered as he motioned for one of his guards to escort the Guild Receptionist to the healing room.

Rose flinched at the sight of the scantily clad man approaching her. The memories of her captors approaching her as they lower their breeches filled her mind.

"On second thought…" Bes spoke, stopping his guard from his approached. "Call Chione and Layla to my office right now. They could do the healing here. Also, call for Aziza. I am in need of her talents." Bes commanded.

His child nodded and vacated the room, leaving Rose with the rotund God.

"Please do not try to suppress your trauma child. That would be counterproductive towards you and those who are looking for you for guidance." Bes advised kindly.

Rose let out a shuddering breath. "Am I that transparent?" Rose asked weakly.

"I am a Protector God, child. I could see trauma from a mile away, and I could tell when said trauma is being push down in favor of projecting strength. Do not do that in my presence." Bes told the receptionist softly. "I will not judge you for the tragedy that befell upon you, nor will I scorn you. That is opposite of my nature. In exchange for that courtesy, do try your best to trust and accept my kindness." Bes stated as he reached into his drawer and brought out a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses.

"Would you like to drink?" Bes offered.

Rose shook her head in a negative as she tried to recover her bearings.

Bes nodded. "If you are here to negotiate safe passage for you and the rest of your people, do not worry, the negotiation has been completed on your behalf." Bes informed the guild receptionist.

Rose was taken aback by that information. "Pardon."

"The child that liberated you, do you remember him?" Bes asked the red-headed werewolf.

Yes, Rose remembered. A boy, probably in his early teens, with a beauty that was transcendent and with an aura that was so heavy that being near him felt like she was being crush by the ocean.

A boy that could render thousands unconscious by a mere pulse of his 'aura'.

A boy that could kill hundreds in a matter of minutes

A boy that resembles the Captain of the Astrea Familia, the woman that held the title of the strongest Adventurer in Orario, the infamous Silence.

"He is hard to forget." Rose stated, remembering the boy that she tried to kill, much to her embarrassment.

"The boy's name is Albion." Bes stated fondly. "That is not his real name, but that is the name the he wears whenever he fights or whenever he conducts business, that is the term that his God often uses whenever he performs a task that he considers troublesome." Bes chuckled as he remembered Hadur. "Albion is going to personally escort all of you back to Orario."

That filled Rose with relief.

Rose did not know how this Albion would measure against Orario level Adventurers but from the brief show of power that she saw, this Albion was at least a capable warrior.

"May I speak with your child, with this Albion?" Rose inquired hopefully. "I need to apologize for our first meeting, and I would like to thank him for saving me and my companions, as well as for him escorting us back to Orario."

Bes hummed at that request. "He is not my child, sadly, but I could have you meet with him." Bes promised the young girl. "He is just conducting business with some rather foul mortals."

(Scene Change)

"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH?" A browned haired, green-eyed man shouted as Bell held Albaz to his throat.

Bell hummed uninterestingly as he stared at this pitiful cat person with disinterest behind his helm.

In his life, before this fight, Bell had fought 52 Adventurers that originated from Orario.

He had beaten and killed all of them.

Beyond hitting harder and taking more and/or harder hits compared to those Blessed Mortals residing outside the legendary city, Orarians were not special whatsoever.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" The cat-person raged as he tried to removed Bell's gripped from his throat but to no avail.

The task was hard considering he only had a single arm left, and said harm lack three fingers.

Bell attacked and killed every single slave traffickers listed in the Slave auctioneer's ledger.

It took an hour or so to track all of them down, and it took less than an hour to kill them.

Leodo is a large town with many dark alleys. Grabbing and killing foreign merchants behind those alleys was simple for someone like Bell.

Bell saved the traffickers from Orario for last.

He assumed that they would at least be a challenge.

Bell looked behind over his shoulder.

15 dead mortals in barely 30 seconds, all of them a head shorter.

They were not a challenge.

This Cat Person was the best of the traffickers. He at least dodged his initial attack. His follow up to.

He was aiming to disembowel him, but he only got an arm.

Bell was impressed.

"DO YOU…" Bell silenced the human trafficker by removing his head with a single stroke of Albaz.

"You lot wasted three hours of my life that I would not get back." Bell grumbled in irritation as he swung Albaz to his side to allow the blood to fly off its blade.

Throwing several papers to the air, Bell watched as the papers flew in the alley and covered the 16 corpses that he had created.

Dispassionately, Bell watched as the papers began reducing the corpses to ash.

Sighing, Bell looked up at the sky.

The moon was beginning to rise.

Bell smiled.

"I am going to miss not having your standard on my back." Bell said melancholy.

Bell had been avoiding going to Orario since his God ascended. His God had promised him to a Goddess when he reached the age 14.

He was 13 years old. His 14 birthday is six months away.

Which means that he had six months until the Falna on his back was replaced.

The situation that he had entered changes that.

He freed those would-be slaves; it was his responsibility to make sure that they get back home.

Anything less than that is disgraceful.

"You have to face the music someday, Cranel." Bell told himself. "Might as well do it sooner rather than later."

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