“Adra, why does the sign say ‘Boat Shop’? Not ‘Blacksmith’?” Gytha asked as the four of them went near the waterway after heading out of the stable.
“Huge one please,” Adra said to the seller. “Because the market we’ll be heading only accessible to water.” He then explained to Gytha.
“Owh… I expect nothing less.”
The sun was bright when the four of them stood curiously beside the waterway. Shortly after the transaction between Adra and the seller, a large paddleboat sailed itself to the shop right before them. It was a significantly lot bigger than the one Staas and Gytha use to enter the city, as it even has a space for a carriage and its horse, while still leaving some for other luggage. It has two turbines at the back to help it move in exchange for paddles.
“Woah this one’s massive,” Staas commented in amazement.
“Staas, get on the steering wheel up the front, Gytha, help me put Chesy to the boat,” Adra instructed the two.
“Okay!”<
“Now, you asked before about what is a ‘swift build’… well a build is like a selection, plan, or scheme on how you pick and arrange the gear or equipment you chose, so do the skills you’ll use in combat.” Adra began to explain. “While swift build just meant a build for being you know… swift.” “So how can armor help her get swifter? Isn’t it just gonna burden her body more compared to being fully naked?” Gytha didn’t quite get the logic. “You saying having those honkers flapping around will help her being swift?” Adra lifted his right eyebrow. “I mean— uh…” The girl glared at Chesy’s chest then glanced at her own, she realized the significant difference in the size between the four. It's easy to see the bit of sadness in the girl’s eyes, although she failed to realize that a nymph and centauride are created divergent. Nymph is the epitome of beauty, they’re built as the complete perfection of female charm. Meanwhile, a centaur is all about bulg
“Is everything set?” Adra asked from the [House Cart]’s driver's seat. “All set!” Staas reported from inside the house, with his hand poking outside giving thumbs up to the half-mer. “Is it really okay for us to ride at night?” Gytha asked from right beside Staas. The two of them currently stood on their knee on a red sofa they just bought, which is located right under the front window of the [House Cart]. “Nope, it’ll totally lead to a fight if we somehow get ambushed.” Adra glanced at Chesy in front of him who was already fully armored and attached to the cart. “And we need to train Chesy to get used to Staas Aura first before we used that aura to cease away all the surrounding danger (not that I'm used to it already).” “Hm?” The centauride turned her head at Adra with a curious smile, the face of her helmet was opened at the time. “Don’t worry girl, let’s start our journey.” The guy replied with an assuring voice. “Okay~” Chesy chee
“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