Fanel's eyes were wide. Has she seen him de-transform? Everything indicated that this was the case. Cierra had a look on her face that told him she had seen him. What could he say to her now? Should he pretend? She knows he's a hunter, but his gear has changed drastically from the old one. Moreover, it is obvious given his mission that people will talk about him one day, and Cierra will discover the pot of roses.He cleared his throat to speak, but Cierra was faster."Damn, what are you doing standing there? It's dangerous; you could fall anytime."She ran to take his hand as Fanel finally noticed his position. He was standing on the railing of the roof of the building, his feet almost hanging in the air as the wind from the streets below shook his body.He sighed at the half-worried, half-angry look of his childhood friend before sighing reassuringly. She wasn't referring to his transformation.He jumped at the impulse of the young woman and placed himself in front of her. The latter
Fanel didn't want to comment too much on Cierra's attitude. For now, the refuge is safe. He thinks that the people who want it will take a little longer before launching another attack. This gives him time to settle the other business he has on hand and then really look into what is hidden in the basements of this rather banal refuge.Fanel is sure it must be valuable if these people have worked so hard to get their hands on this place. Between the vandal attacks, the exorbitant interests, and the involvement of public services to cut off all subsistence at this place, everything is done so that the inhabitants of this refuge can be cleared out as quickly as possible.Fanel stood up, expressing his intention to leave, and Cierra just nodded."Thank you so much for what you do for this place. I don't know how to pay you back and...""Don't mention it. I do it with pleasure, and I think things will sweeten with time. Don't lose hope."Cierra smiled, and soon the two were saying goodbye.
Fanel arrived home. He looked at his program. In one day, he had had so much to do, and now he had to organize his program.[You seem to be in a good mood despite the complex situations that arise in front of you.] Fanel smiled."I've never been someone who got sucked into the vicissitudes of life. Besides, I feel like I've been useful to society by helping Cierra with the refuge."Fanel entered the bathroom and turned on the shower head.[Do you think these people will leave your friend alone?]Fanel soaped his body, rubbing vigorously."I am sure of it. This hunter will make a detailed report to his accomplices. By the time they find a way to capture me, they will need to prepare. A power like mine does not run the streets, and I'm sure it has already attracted the attention and lust of more than one."[I see, You purposely let this hunter observe your technique so he could explain it to his accomplices and you also wanted to issue a warning.]"You got it. If hunters know there's s
Fanel parked in front of the Flawless Guild building. Nothing had changed; in short, it had only been a few months since he had disappeared, so he didn't imagine that there would be many changes. But still, he felt a certain nostalgia for returning to this place.Memories of his years in this guild. His hopes and excitement from the first days to the decline and misery of his daily life could not be forgotten, but this was an important step in his inner healing process. He had to go through this to be able to move forward.[ Master, let me ask again, do you feel good about coming here again?] His system asked, and Fanel just chuckled."How many times are you going to ask me this question? I'm fine, plus, I'm not the same anymore. It's just that we can overcome the past but not forget it," he said, observing the entrance through which he had to pass. This was the main entrance where all hunters and visitors had to pass. But for Fanel, this passage seemed unfamiliar. He had only borrowe
Fanel looked up at the man sitting arrogantly upstairs. As usual, he was installed in this private space, which was reserved only for him, eyeing the entire guild with his contemptuous and scrutinizing gaze. Installed as if it all belonged to him. Arms crossed behind the neck, legs on a table, leaning against an expensive sofa whose material is one of the finest in Arcus, it's said that it's made with a few barks of the most perfect wood that Arcus has to offer, Of course, given the rarity and preciousness of this wood, it is also prohibited to use it outside of the manufacturing process intended for it. But those in the black market, the market where everything can be sold, even humans, have managed to divert the primary use of this inva
A long silence invaded the entrance hall of the guild while Fanel, his face slightly lowered, stood in front of Greyrat, who looked at him with a contemptuous smile and a look that was intended to be belittling and condescending.He was looking to test him; the normal reaction of a person insulted like that would be to give in to anger and defend himself, but Fanel also knew that it would be detrimental to him to reveal himself like that. He wants to act incognito, so having to respond to Greyrat's insults won't be a good idea. So, breathing deeply, he tried to contain his anger and finally looked up at Greyrat.Fanel's gaze was filled with silent determination as he stood facing his former tormentor: this arrogant and hateful hunter. It's true, Fanel needs to calm down; this idiot is ignorant of his true identity, and he would give him too many favors by responding to his stupid provocations. Even if it reminds him of the unfortunate time when he was this bad guy's whipping boy, and
The atmosphere in the guild was dark and silent. No one managed to work for a long time, everyone watched the newcomer with fear. No one could have imagined that Greyrat could lose to a hunter who was not of higher rank than him, but what was arguably pure was that he lost to a mere human: one of those he despises overall. It was an unparalleled humiliation for him and no one wanted to approach him, especially when he wore this black and hateful look sending a murderous aura around him. Reinhard kept giving him little glances, wondering if he should still carry out their plan. It's no longer like the beginning when their plan was hatched to intimidate this new agent into doing them favors in his report. The latter is tough and given the disconcerting ease with which he managed to beat Greyrat, Reinhard does not want to provoke him. But, certainly, Greyrat will not hear it that way. “Hey boss, do we still have to go according to plan?” One of Greyrat's minions spoke as the latter gla
Eylat followed Fanel outside the guild as the latter took his seat on the passenger side. “Y…you’ll let me drive your car?” Fanel huffed, technically, it was just a service car that the ministry allocated to him. So technically, whether it's him or someone else driving, the main thing is that the car shouldn't be damaged. In addition, being a service vehicle, they are not at risk of being stopped by road checkpoints so it does not matter if he leaves the wheel. “No, unless you don’t know how to drive,” he insinuated, but Eylat quickly responded. “No, of course not. I know how to drive very well. I even passed my license with flying colors and…” “If that is the case, we can go,” said Fanel, cutting Eylat off in her sentence. The latter nodded before sitting in the driver's seat and starting the car. While Fanel had a pile of documents in front of him, Eylat took the opportunity to observe him out of the corner of her eye without losing her attention on the road. This man was