Arthur watched the door to the gates close with the others. Although the process was tiring and boring, they were all forced to stand by until the end. That end, is the minute the gates itself crumbled away. "Oh, great great. It's gone now, so wonderful. Can I run off to get some food to eat?" Aaron cried out the second the gates disappeared, then, before Drake or anyone else could react, he merged with the shadow cast by Arthur over him and disappeared. "Huh? Where does he think he's running off to like that? Shouldn't he sit down and rest some more, or was he too inactive in the fight to sustain wounds." "Sneaky freak, do you want to die? If you run past the door, I'll smash your teeth in anytime I find you." Her eyes gleamed crazily as Felicia drew out her bow and after nocking in an arrow, she fired at the escaping shadow without hesitation. With just a quick dash to the side, the ball of shadow that housed Aaron dodged the arrow then took form just a few inches away. It
"Oh, they're back already. Hey, Arthur! We were just talking about you." A tall and charming young man around Arthur's age spoke up as he approached the frowning duo with a wide grin on his face. "Bran, what do you want? Get out of my way before I slam your face into the hole you crawled out of. Those two minions of yours stink." Arthur threw a glance at duo standing besides Bran, and his lip corners raised. The girl and a boy who Arthur understood to be twins stood besides the grinning Bran who flaring eyes, but they were unable to do anything rash. In the face of a student who'd already surpassed Lv3, they were trash. "Hahahaha, bulling the weak? That's not like you, my friend." Bran took a step forward and reached out his hand to touch Arthur, wearing a smirk on his face, "I wonder what you've earned from that dungeon." Arthur smacked away Bran's arm, and in the blink of an eye, his expression turned somewhat ugly. He was genuinely not too shocked that Bran would know, but t
"Heh, are you cowering back in fear? Why don't you guys attack me now that I've beat up all your crooks without breaking a sweat?" Arthur grinned, taking a step forward with his eyes gleaming demonically. "H–hey, get away from me! What kind of power did you guys get from that dungeon? Did you jump two more levels or something!" Bran roared, taking his step back and hiding himself behind the twins. He had just became a level 5, he knew that it would be beyond his capabilities going against his own team if the team came. Because of this reason, Bran knew he was levels beneath Arthur. "You see how pathetic this rat is? Did you not enjoy bullying those even more pathetic weaklings? Did a show of strength frighten you so much?" Arthur had no intention of holding back, he kept poking at Bran's pride ruthlessly. "Damn you! How dare you insult master so much just because you're strong! You're a disgrace to those who hold power and sit at the top." One of the twin, a male shouted at the top
Arthur stepped out of the shop to see Lilith waiting at the front for him. She was eating some kind of sweet and seemed to not have noticed Arthur's appearance until he was just a few steps away from her. "You're done already? That was quite fast. When will you come back to pick it up? A day? Two days?" Lilith asked, genuinely curious on how they could fix such a weapon — a shattered masterpiece. "None of your business. I'm going home, and please I don't need any more of your questions." Arthur rolled his eyes, then walked past the still Lilith. He didn't run off this time to conserve energy. If he got home, he would take a long nap then get just a few bowls of food to eats, and maybe train a bit. The issue relating to the bad feeling would be dealt with at another time. He wasn't a tank, so he needed rest. Well. He wasn't a tank, yet. "Excuse, just one question. I won't say another word if you can answer this." Lilith pleaded whilst walking by his side, her brows knitted and li
"So, do you live here alone? Where is your guardian? I can only find a few old photos here, doesn't she stay in the house for a long time?" Lilith returned the framed photograph she'd picked up and asked Arthur with a frown on her face, confused and curious. "I live here with my mother, and of course she doesn't stay at home much since she's always out on quests to feed the family." Arthur rolled his eyes as he lifted the lid of the pot, letting steam rise up before closing the pot again. Sweat had began forming on his palms. It was mainly due to the heat from the pot. It was still hot, but Arthur had to check on it every three minutes to ensure it didn't get overcooked or undercooked due to his negligence. It wouldn't be a funny sight. "So most of the time, you're alone correct?" Lilith had the frown glued to her face as she bent down to pick a second framed photo. In the photo, Arthur was raised up and hugged tightly in the woman's arms. "Yes." Arthur turned around, then afte
"Sigh. I should sit down and rest." Arthur dropped the letter to the ground, then sat down on a nearby couch to shut his eyes and rest. His head was throbbing a bit from all the thinking, so he needed to relax. As for joining a guild? He was going to trash that idea without even blinking. From his past experiences with this same guild, he wasn't even difficult for him. All he needed to do was think about it once, then settle it. Although any normal warrior would have jumped at the thought of getting themselves roped into a guild by a leader himself, Arthur understood how delicate this trap was. It was all just bait to lure in talents as soon as they bloomed — inexperienced newbies. The tactic allowed the guilds to remain at the top, just collecting dumb talents and honing their power for the benefits of the guilds. Once a talent has burned out it's usefulness, it either gets kicked out somehow or— Arthur rubbed his eyes, then loosened his tensed up muscles as he calmed down his Q
"Yawn." At the middle of the night, Arthur woke up feeling something heavy resting on his body. He cracked an opening in his eyes, only to see himself shrouded in the thick midnight darkness with his lights turned off. "Get off me, I can't sleep properly." Arthur groaned as he pushed the body on him to the side out of reflex. In the next second, the weight was lifted and all he heard was a light yelp followed by a loud thud. Stunned. He blinked twice, rubbed his eyes then after all that, he reached for his bedside lamp and switched it on. He got enough light to look around himself, then to the ground where a shadowy female figure lay on. "Huh?" Arthur blinked again. Suddenly, a thought hit him as he jumped off his bed from the other side then rushed to the intruder's aid. Helping the woman to her feet, it was revealed that the intruder was indeed Lilith. He guessed only Lilith would have sneaked into his room like that, since his mother had never done such in all the years the
“Knock Knock!” Celicia wiped her hands and turned towards the door, she was busy cleaning the house before setting off on her quest. The bucket of water and rag she was using to wipe the furniture was kept besides her. "You're back already? Did you forget something? You should always double—" Celicia's eyes narrowed down to slits, and she crossed her hands before her face. As soon as she did that, her aura exploded. “Boom!” The door was kicked into the living room, blasted out of the frame by some strange force. Her eyes narrows further as she glared at the door that crashed besides her, then at the newcomers. One was a young woman dressed in eccentric golden robes. She had a pair of daggers strapped to her waist and was giving off a malicious and vile aura — very much like that of a vixen that had cornered her prey. A rapier was strapped to her back, although it was still in it's sheathed. It seemed to be the weapon she learned to utilize for her second class — maybe some warr