“Ah, our sleeping beauty is awake? I apologize for not noticing your holy presence, your highness.”Glancing, Serein could see the mage getting seated, presumably having been eavesdropping for a couple of moments ago from how stable her breathing was now compared to someone who supposedly just woke up from their deep slumber.“Cut the flattery, Serein-shi.”Cherry, who didn’t know the reference to ‘sleeping beauty,’ thought that it was mere flattery when it was more of a form of teasing from the adventurer. Not that it mattered much–“Back to my question, what’s with Sirens? Are you planning to hunt something that has vanished for the past decades?”—Well, technically, she’s not exactly right about this.After all, Serein did remember one Siren that was planned to be in her original novel. Though she had forgotten the Siren’s name and the exact timeline on when the MC should meet them, that adventurer remembered doing a lot of research about the said being before putting them into the
In the end, this was how the situation concluded as the morning came.“All’s good? Nothing’s left behind?”Serein asked as she turned to her two companions who nodded back at her in reply.“Good, I absolutely have no desire to see you punks here anymore. You better get out of my sight as soon as possible.”With crossed arms, Cevahir said so, and the two other humans were more nervous than the adventurer who seemed to be rather disappointed instead.“Are you really not going to leave this place, Cevahir-min? Like… Ever?”To which, that half-blood then eyed her sharply as he curtly responded,"Mind your own business, little girl. We are not friends; you'd better stop crossing the line while I'm still being kind."That was indeed the truth. Serein, despite having Aiston’s knowledge by her side, had no reason to push her request to either of the three draconic members to join her on this… Pretty much aimless journey.Well, aimless might not be the proper word to use here; however, she’s i
“...Um, Serein-shi?” The words quivered in the air, carrying the weight of uncertainty. Gil, the one-legged knight, hesitated, his voice laced with discreet nervousness. To him, the air around them seemed to tighten as he grappled with the consequences of their actions, his gaze shifting anxiously, fearing repercussions from the formidable dragon.“Aren’t we going to get… Terminated by Cevahir-min for… Well… This?” His whispers was so low, it was barely audible.He can't help but feel increasingly worried. His mind spirals, anticipating the worsening situation. After all, given Cevahir's proximity and protectiveness, that half-blood would undoubtedly hunt them down for abducting one of his little brothers soon.“What do you mean? We did nothing, though?” The corners of her mouth tugged upwards as her eyes twinkled in mischief, “He told us to leave without him, and that’s exactly what we did. We haven't committed any wrongdoing, so why would Cevahir-min hound us?Ah.Finally picking up
Although Serein has been calling them "Little Gremlins," the brokers aren’t exactly their childish, greenish counterparts. More sly and cheeky as they make deals with desperate humans, the brokers are more intelligent and actively seek victims who would easily fall for their precarious deals. Sometimes, they even work together with the tricksters, the gremlins, who love causing minor inconveniences to their targets. Nothing major, really, just letting the cage of the stocks open, dropping the jugs, or sometimes hiding things such as glasses. However, these small behaviors, more often than not, become the last straw for their prey. Perhaps the hidden thing was crucial at the moment; maybe the broken item was extremely expensive, or perhaps the stocks they had in the barn were their lifeline through the cold and harsh winter. In other territories, those minor and inconvenient losses might be recoverable, or even become a laughing stock at the bar. But in this kingdom? Where these p
Serein could hear the hooded creature smiling as he placed the clay tablets into a purple-ish portal next to him. The Broker’s smile went even wider as he then offered, “Now, dear customer, would you fancy some of these booster potions? Or maybe a couple of scrolls of ancient spells? The newest weapon in creation? Perhaps one made by the dwarves? An Elven bow, maybe? Or even a dragon’s heart~! I have everything you need! Restoration spell~? Reanimation potions~? From black magic, white magic, to the most unthinkable curses, you name it, and I shall provide~!”—Cheerful it might sound, but there’s something more going on behind the scenes, and that something is heavily manipulative.Hypnotism is probably the closest term there is since the brokers couldn’t go as far as brainwashing someone. That being said, they are able to pull back someone’s memory and replay it in their target’s mind as a ‘reminder’ and a motive for these people to buy more items from them.Serein wasn’t aware of th
“Have a nice day~!”Hearing the door close after she finished the transaction on the daggers, Serein heads to other places for her necessities, which include snacks and quick meals, various potions, and some raw herbs. After all, she can't trust all of the items she acquired from the Sage. In fact, she needs to exchange those ‘old currencies’ with the current era's money before she can use them. It’s not like she can buy loaves of bread with a ruby necklace or something. Serein also won't know whether the riches she inherited will be worth more or less now compared to the past. Many things have changed from ancient times already.‘The ideal scenario is if I am able to sell these jewelry to those who know the historical value of it; I'll be hitting the jackpot.’It’ll definitely make more profits that way, though the consequences of that are she might get jailed for fraud or may end up being suspected of stealing from someone else. She may even be accused of tomb robbery if she wasn’t
“Ah yes. That smell seems to come from that street-food stall over there. Would you like to have some? You’ve shared your meal before; it’s only right to return the gesture, right?” Serein asked in a casual tone, deliberately halting her steps, turning towards Cevahir as if seeking his opinion rather than that of the unseen being on his shoulder.“Yes! I’d like to try those good smelling food!”Serein couldn't suppress a smile as she observed Cevahir's lips twitching in annoyance. In that moment, a realization dawned on her, prompting a crucial understanding.‘He couldn’t say no~’And judging from how there was no wind before this, Serein could only assume that the smell was brought by the breeze caused by Aiston. She can easily tell that this is the help that the ancient spirit was referring to.Well, in any case, she’s taking the two hatchlings, Sam and Pam, as ‘hostages’ while Cevahir must have known that he couldn’t act recklessly with his distinctive magic. After all, why else
After being dragged around by Serein throughout the marketplace, the three of them finally arrived at a clothes shop for nobles.Cevahir couldn't understand how Serein managed to convince these humans with that faux story of him being one of them but with a higher status. All that he knows is that he somehow ended up in a fitting room and measured by humans for an expensive outfit that he’s not even sure what to make of once he’s done with this silly act.“Don’t worry, young master. These people... Are somewhat decent with their work, or so I’ve heard. They’ll be able to restore your glory up to half at least.”Cevahir could only stare with a blank face.Serein was purposely belittling the shop in front of the manager himself and abusing the fact that not even merchants can speak freely or voice their protests about nobles.It sure sparks some sense of challenge into these people’s minds, though, instead of feeling wrong and humiliated.“No need to worry, sire. We can do more than tha