“Are we good?” The tank gatekeeper asked the swordsman when he got back from the [House Cart].
“Aye, one of them looks like the child version of the Creator's painting. That boy said it was the Naiad who gave him the species name.” His partner answered.
“And you believed it just like that? Sounded like an author lie.” The tank wasn’t convinced.
“No no no, he’s a literal child, one that looks holier than an angel.” The swordman retorted.
“Really now? No demon illusion whatsoever?”
“Just call him and see for yourself, he’s right behind that window.”
“Alright… Staas the Architect, can you please show your face through the front window.” The tank shouted at the boy from behind Adra.
“Like this?” He did what he was told, popping his head out of the window.
“Oh Lost One, that’s a high ass charisma.” Muttered the tank. “Can a child even possess this much of a stats?”
“He said he’s created by a deity, so he might not fo
“Oh, we’re there already?” Chesy stopped right in front of a house on the southern side of the townlet. It was located in between other parties’ houses with black painted steel as its gate. The house is two stories tall, with the lower one walled by cobblestone and the upper one with yellow planks. It has a couple of windows each with stained glass put in it. The second floor of the house was placed slightly forward, providing a little shade in front of the entrance. Even so, 1/3 of the building is not filled with a top floor, although at the far right back, stood tall a tower which was one floor higher than the rest. Before the main building, there were horse sheds each on right and left sides of the lawn, containing 8 rooms in total. Three of the rooms were empty when Staas’ group arrived, while the rest were filled with multi-colored horses and their bardings were hung neatly on their wall. In the middle, there are stone steps for people to
“Hmm? Isn’t it too early for the Master to have guests?” As Staas’ group was busy chatting with the housemaster, another lady went down the stairs at the right side of the dining room right under the tower wearing her white nightgown. She’s a curvy woman, taller than the 2 meter Adra, with sunlight glowing from her eyes and hair. That hair was let loose long up to her waist. “Oh it’s Adra!” She’s an angel, she has a pair of giant white feathery wings on her back, long enough to touch the floor. Her presence was so bright, it immediately caught Staas’ attention, even though he once already ignored her through his other senses. “Good morning, Mara. Do you know who’s the cute kid in our living room? He somehow made me wanna kiss his feet… not in a sexual way.” The angel walked to the kitchen to ask the demon witch who’s preparing another snack for Staas. “Morning, Uriela. I thought angels worship the Goddess, not the Creator…” Mara's face
“Follow me Chesy, let’s move to another room so I can adjust you more.” Ceri guided the centauride to come out of the [House Cart]. While doing so, Staas widens the door to make it easy for his horse friend. “How in the All-father’s name did you manage to pick her, Adra?” The elf-girl grew more and more impressed as she saw how Chesy walked down the cart’s ladder. “She’s talented, well built, even really obedient.” “Like I said, it was Staas who chose her, my participation ended when we found out where to find centaurs.” Adra acted so humbly when it came to Staas, it was somewhat disturbing to the Sagittarius Party with how cheeky he usually behaved. “How, Your Grace?” Ceri redirected her question. “Dunno… instinct?” The boy guessed. “Do you even know what instinct is, Staas?” Gytha wondered. “Nope.” Amid their discussion, an elf boy with an appearance younger than Ceri walked out of the house’s door. He’s all geared up with a
Following what Adra said, Staas ordered 2 Succubi to accompany them by circling their painting on the book with a purple [Luminescent Magic Pen]. They also ordered a banquet for breakfast. Contradict to his status as the Creator and Champion of Nature, Staas is not a vegetarian, nor does Gytha. Though the two of them are the only ones who routinely eat in the Spirit Grove. The nymphs can survive with just photosynthesis since they don’t move much. “Alright cutie, wait a moment okay?” The Succubi waitress took both books from their tables alongside such a warming smile on her face. Then as seductive as they move, she brought those orders to the Service Counter at the center of this Demon Tavern. With that, the three now only need to wait for their Succubi to bring them their banquet. “Staas look! Isn’t that Ceri’s little brother?” Gytha whispered to the boy sitting next to her with her eyes gazing at the group of people far across their table.
“Hm, Ceri? What are you doing?” Staas came back from the Winking Bat alongside Gytha who tried her best to support Adra who’s been drained out... mostly mentally. “Your Grace, you’re ba— oh… I see which tavern you’re choosing.” Ceri almost laughed seeing Adra in that state. She was standing next to Chesy while holding a bucket of water with both her hands. “Shut it… when I told Staas to pick the chatty one, I didn’t expect she would bring the whole orchestra in her mouth.” The half-mer got himself off of Gytha and took himself into the [House Cart]. “Must be hard having both libidos of men and mer…” Nah, Ceri didn’t pity him at all. “So how’s the tavern, both of you?” She asked the two shorties. “The lady we picked has the scent of goat milk, which is Staas favorite drink… so yea… it was a lot of fun.” The girl reported with a smile. Staas then raised his thumb as a sign of approval. “Though most of the time we and our succubus were just busy laughing
9 days have passed, and the three have already finished all their dungeon run. All that was left was just the Enchanted Werebear Nest. “Are you sure this is a nest? It felt more like a village.” They arrived at a palisaded place with wooden towers lined up behind those walls. It is, however, unguarded. Just like every other dungeon, nest, and lair entrance, adventurers are free to enter it. The Unknown Artisan designed the monsters inside to magically stand on their post as soon as someone triggered the place mechanism. Those who are previously lost also got revived. “We’re up against werebear, they’re like primitive humans who have the ability to shapeshift. So yea… of course they’ll live in a humane society.” Adra explained. One thing that differs the nest from a normal village however, is the existence of animal leathers that coated their palisades and gates. There are also a bunch of mer and monsters being impaled near their gate to ward off wande
“Hmm… I think we went a bit too far.” Gytha glared at the scattered piles of werebear bodies lying full of blood around the village. “Don’t worry, their dead are temporary since they’re part of the nest,” Adra assured the girl. “What matters is we survived, and the first stage awaits.” The three stood before an opened bronze gate. Although unlike one in the wyrm’s lair, the bronze on this gate only covered a couple parts of the gate like its hinges, latch, rails, the sandglass frame, and a sign that said ‘Moeder Beer’. The rest were made out of wood. “Hm… this gate opened on its own, is it okay for us to just enter, Adra?” Staas asked before making a rash decision. “The sandglass up there hasn’t started counting yet, so the stage trigger is probably the same as before.” The half-mer answered. “Alright, then let’s not waste any time!” Staas led the two to enter the first boss stage of the nest. Just like they predicted, the gate shut it
“Look! The bear came back.” Said Staas right after the fog perished. “Ah… the sandglass not even a quarter filled yet, this boss will go on quite a while if we choose to play survival game.” Adra staring at the sandglass from the tree they’re hiding. “Can we even kill the bear? Her fur is too much of a hassle…” The boy reminded. “You know Staas, I’ve been thinking, now that you also hold the power of water, can you make something like acid or poison?” Adra curiously wondered. “Poison?” Questioned Staas. “That’s right. All this time you possessed the power to make organic matter, which is powered by nature elements. Now all you need is to make them liquid and create a poison… or potion, but the latter is more for your friend than foe.” The half-mer explained. “Hmm…” But before they could go on further with their idea, the mother bear spotted them. However, she grew more careful after how she got dominated by them before. *Groargh!* As she roared, the water around her began to