In the blink of an eye, a week had passed and Katsuo finally managed to get into the city.He couldn't complain that it took him this long when it was his own decision to wait. If he had used the letter that was given to him by Aranel, he would have waited a day at most. Though the waiting itself was enjoyable."Even the air inside here feels different. You can smell the freedom." said Sven while taking a deep breath.Sven was the name of the man standing in front of Katsuo. During the week they spent in line together they had gotten much closer. He was from Horvaard, a nation that was known for its love of the sea. It was said that men of Horvaard were born with a yearning for the sea in their hearts so they were drawn to it. Of course, this meant that they had a strong navy. Though it was an open secret that the members of the 'navy' would spend their free time escorting sea merchants. However, the truth was that they were a bunch of pirates. The only sea merchants they escorted we
As she looked at the oncoming crowd, Gail frowned in annoyance. Just from their get-up, it was obvious that all of them were dirt poor.It was to be expected considering they didn't use the express entrance.However, Gail couldn't stop hoping that she might be able to find a-'Jackpot!'She would have shouted in joy if she hadn't stopped herself at the last minute.In front of her there were two idiots, one of them was almost twice her size and his body was covered in scars. From his ginger hair tied into a braid, Gail guessed that he must be a Horvaardian. She didn't want to mess with him as Horvaardians were known to be barbaric people but the real mark was the naive-looking boy standing next to him. He was barefooted and wearing a black fur shirt that was crudely made from wolf skin. He had jet-black hair which was slightly uncommon, probably a Buhrakian. His unkempt hair and dirty body screamed that he was a beggar. He was probably a poor sod that had offended his khan and had t
"Who would dare to do such a thing!? Don't worry Master Katsuo! I will get them for you!"When he turned back, Katsuo saw a face he wasn't expecting to see anymore. It was Kalrune."How? Why? Ahem! What are you doing here?"Katsuo wiped the beads of tears in his eyes and tried to regain some dignity."You know who these people are, lil bro?"Sven looked at the duo walking inside like they owned the place. It seemed like the guild members were used to it since they didn't pay any attention to their antics."Uhm, well, we can be considered... acquaintances?" Katsuo coughed to hide his embarrassment."You savage, how dare you casually call Master Katsuo your lil bro? Do you even know who you are talking to? He is an esteemed Voice of Nature, he doesn't have enough time to humour your antics. So, Master Katsuo, how about we go and talk somewhere in private? We have much to talk about." Kalrune spoke haughtily while rubbing his hands together.When he looked at him, Katsuo thought Kalrune
"...ugh-"Gail came to herself with a giant headache. She wanted to check out the wound but found that her hands were tied."What?"She forced her eyes open to see where she was, trying to remember what had happened. She had successfully escaped from the Drunen Cat goons and had been merrily going to her handler to get rid of the goods.Everything was fine up to that point but why couldn't she remember what happened afterwards?Had she been jumped?No, that wasn't possible. If anyone were to try to sneak up on her, she would have sensed it and run away.Then was she betrayed by Ruth?That wasn't possible either, Gail had done a lot of business with Ruth before so she definitely wouldn't have been betrayed over this score.Maybe she had messed with the wrong crowd?This couldn't be possible as well. At least recently there wasn't anyone of note that she had offended. It couldn't be those losers she stole from either, they didn't look like they had any connections in the city.Then how
[Name]: Gail Bladeblight[Age]: 17[Job]: Rogue[Rank]: 3[Title]: Black Cat, Cursed One[Background]: Last Survivor of Bladeblight[Strength]: 17[Agility]: 39[Willpower]: 33[Vitality]: 13[Charisma]: 14[Mana]: 39[Active Skills]: Backstab (lv.4), Flurry (lv.2), Pickpocket (lv.6), Defthands (lv.1)...[Passive Skills]: Ambidextrous (lv.4), Bladeblight Dual Wielding Style (Intermediate lv.2), Shadow's Beloved (Max), Rod of Misfortune (Max)---Katsuo once again looked at Gail's status window. Everything about it said that she should not be a threat to him. Katsuo was someone who could be considered as someone who took half a step into the master domain so it shouldn't be possible for someone who was not even an expert to injure him.Still, when she had thought he was a demon worshipper his instincts had screamed danger."Okay, we are not demon worshippers but you are aware that we could take your life anytime we want right? So it is quite curious how you are still so calm." Katsuo
Four figures were sitting in a roundtable with their bodyguards standing behind them."If everyone is ready, I will be starting this meeting as the appointed arbiter," said the pudgy fat man. He had a twirly moustache and a balding head. It was annoying how he kept wiping off his sweat with his handkerchief after every sentence."No objections," said the one that was sitting right of the fat man. He had big round glasses and a sharp chin, everything about him screamed that he was a bad guy and the fact that he was smiling in a smug manner didn't help his case either."You may start," said the elven maiden sitting across the fat man. She was wearing a veil that was hiding her face which gave her an ethereal and mysterious air."Well, there is no use postponing anymore I suppose," said the last participant. He was lying back on his chair in a laidback manner, confident that this meeting would go his way. However, only Katsuo knew how nervous he was.With this, the peace meeting between
Borders of Harham WastelandsCapital of Greywulf DuchyBiledzir Castle****Slash*Einrich looked at the soldier, no, the corpse that was stuck at the tip of his sword.With a swing of his sword, the corpse was cleaved in half, blood gushing out and covering his armour. The warm blood trickling down his face made him feel disgusted but before he could even wipe it off another Denstrian attacked him.This was not a duel for glory.This was not a hunt for pleasure.This was a war for survival."*Gasp* There is no end to them" Kuchler shouted in despair.Einrich gathered what was left of his mana and slashed one more soldier. He had already been fighting for more than three hours, cutting enemies one by one but it looked like there was no end in sight. It's like when you cut one of them two more would take their place.They were weak.Denstrian were so weak that even a trained farmer might be able to kill them but they were endless."Soon... He will join soon" said Einrich as he tried
Katsuo nervously walked behind the elven strider. He tried to read his status window but as usual, the damn thing didn't work when he needed it to work. As they walked forward Katsuo remembered what he had learnt about striders. They were a subclass of warrior profession but they had extremely harsh requirements so usually only elves could become one, which made sense considering elves were the ones who created the profession.The speciality of striders was their endless regeneration. He wasn't sure about its authenticity but he had heard once heard from Aranel that even if you decapitate them master rank striders could grab their heads and reattach them and keep fighting like nothing happened.Of course, their fighting style also was one that favoured mutual destruction.They didn't care if their arms were chopped as long as they could leave one wound in their enemy. In this way, they sounded like berserkers but unlike those glass cannons, these guys were anti-aircraft cannons.