Nation's Seat, Alon
Early evening…
Hotel…
Clyde winced, then smiled widely as Yuki nabbed her prey. It turned out to be the hotel staff girl who pissed off the boss earlier. Quite the dedication, to even take the boss's "punishment" in the name of the spy job. Of course, that was mere speculation. No one could prove that something actually happened in the backroom other than the woman getting a write-up.
"Oh heyyy," Clyde said in a mocking and playful tone, "look what we have here. Natalia, summon the others. This is going to be an interesting meeting."
The glasses girl finally dropped the innocent act, her smile becoming defiant, despite the magical rope Yuki tied her with.
"Take her to the reserved room," Clyde ordered then he turned to the appalled guests and staff. "No need to worry, the police will be by to pick up the terrorist. And please do try to screen your employees properly next time."
The staff and the guests anime-fell forward. Noona smiled sadly at them.
To Clyde's luck, Kitome was the first to show up.
"Kitome, just the woman I needed."
"Hmm?" she said, blush faint. "Wha—what. Why are you staring at me like that?"
Clyde froze, realizing something. He wanted to make the diamond into a ring. It would look pretty bad if he made the magical girl make her own ring or someone else's. Yeah, fuck that death sentence. The young man could be an asshole sometimes, but that was a low he'd never drop to—especially in the midst of Kitome.
"I wanted to ask you to teach me some things, but I have a better idea. Let's go on a date tonight."
Kitome stared at him, before anime-falling backward.
"Don't keep me in suspense, dunder-head, what could I possibly teach you?" Under her breath, she said, "and what will I wear?"
Feeling his energy renewed with Kitome's cuteness and her struggle to fight the inner tsundere, Clyde pulled the magical girl into his lap.
"Wha—wha—what are you doing? There's people…and her," Kitome said, flustered. She didn't make an attempt to move.
Kitome's flowery fragrance seemed to make the young man feel at ease.
The tied-up woman laughed. "Come on, let's see some action! Fuck! Fuck! Ow!"
Yuki reacted before Kitome did, backhanding the terrorist. Now instead of the mocking smile, the terrorist sat there teary-eyed.
"Do not speak unless spoken to," Yuki said, no emotion in her voice.
Kitome, startled that Yuki was present, but also prepared to move in to strike the tied-up woman on the floor, quickly stood. Blushing heavily, she sat in the chair next to Clyde, albeit very close to him. The others eventually strolled in except for Seth.
"That's strange," Clyde said. "He's never late."
Alice, seated in the left chair of the young man, also very close to him like usual, waved that away.
"He's probably on the toilet. He replied to the group message with a thumbs up."
Clyde blinked. "Well Detective Tetra, since you have a universal law enforcement badge, take it away."
Tetra laughed. "Did I tell you that while I was drunk?"
Clyde smiled. "No, I just made that up. Under Stone Law or some shit—I don't know. Just interrogate her."
The terrorist woman snorted. "Instead of asking me thousands of questions I will never answer, no matter how much torture you put me under, let me tell you what's actually happening. You really need to listen."
Clyde gestured at her to continue. "Enlighten us. And this isn't a recruitment gig. Just tell us in your point of view what the fuck's going on. Don't try to justify the android murders."
"They're just machines," the woman said. "Machines made with the funding of the heavily taxed."
"Is that what you believe?" Clyde said, holding up a hand at Tetra. "Despite your talk and plans of healing this country, it seems that you guys understand less than you think."
"You—"
"What's your name?" Clyde said.
"Pink Allure," the woman said simply.
"That was a stupid question," Kitome snapped. "Do you think she'll ever give out her real name without my fist convincing her?"
The woman simply stared at the magical girl, eyes hard, a promise for retribution hidden within. Kitome glared back, daring her.
Clyde placed a hand on the blue-haired young woman's shoulder. "Let's not resort to that. I asked for a name so that I'll have something to address her by, even if it's one as lame, cringy and edgy as Pink Allure."
Pink Allure comedically snarled. "My name isn't lame! And I'm not edgy."
"She'd make a good wife for that one idiot," Alice said, "what's his name again? Dork? Oh wait, Dark." She winced. "No wonder why you call him edge lord."
It took everything in his willpower reserves not to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Alice made a funny, despite being so serious, although the suspicious twinkle in her eye made the corners of Clyde's mouth twitch. He forced it down, managing to get away with just a chuckle. Tear on the other hand snickered.
"Only Alice can be that cute," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Alice said.
"Anyway back to the matter at hand," Clyde said after clearing his throat. "Before I let Tetra take you for a spin, please continue."
Pink Allure told them what the young man heard a lot from political earth. Government this, government that, the provinces in the nations were suffering, taxes were out of control, all of the nation's money devoted to technology, the queen sucked, the princess naïve, the royal family were parasites, blah blah blah.
"And so your direct answer to these nationwide problems is to murder the androids," Clyde stated, then clapped mockingly. "Real smart. So well thought out." His sarcasm seemed to bite like a tiger, the woman's visible anger increasing. Clyde drummed his fingers on the table. "Tetra, I'm leaving this to you. Yuki, Ming, you two stay behind to assist. Everyone else, go prepare your equipment for tomorrow and take the rest of the evening off. Also, make sure to get these three whatever they need. They may be at it for a bit."
"Pervy husbando onii, you do realize I'm here," Natalia said. "Tetra and I will handle this. Everyone else, go. She won't be able to hold her tongue." The loli gave the woman a Gin smile. She grimaced.
"As if some little girl could scare me," the terrorist said then laughed. "Shouldn't she be heading to bed for school tomorrow? Maybe someone should get her a juicy or a lollipop." She laughed again.
Natalia trembled. "Shut up! You're just a failure in society, taking your anger out on the world because you can't get whatever you want. Your stupid organization's throwing a tantrum louder than every baby in the world." She stuck her tongue out at the woman. "Dummy booby woman."
The room was in silence, eyes of its inhabitants widened.
**
Downtown of Attincusburon, Nation's Seat of Alon…
Evening…
Seth snacked on trufflets, a popular tangy and crunchy snack to the locals, as he walked around. The young man didn't mean to miss the meeting, but the fire within just didn't calm yet. Okay, so maybe he was too far to make it on time. Seriously, who the hell thought building a college so far away from the main city a good idea? If someone got seriously injured, getting to the hospital on time would be out of the question.
Seth observed the townspeople, watching for the things Tetra briefed him on. She probably hoped to use him as an errand boy, but the young man wanted to prove himself to the freaking team. He didn't score among the top of the Sato Academy charts to be treated like some backup singer. Although, this was his fault. He should've been more open about all of his powers to his team. Honestly, he didn't understand them himself. Why did he have magic? Why was his older brother, Julius so strong and being a prick about it? Mysteries, mysteries.
The evening city felt a little nice, slightly less chaotic than its daytime counterpart. Most of the flying cars switched to some kind of drive-mode. Some people, fucking assholes, beamed their bright headlights with no fucks to give for the visions of the surrounding population.
Civilians carried around high-tech mobile devices, shoes that allowed them to hover, hoverboards, and even walked with robotic pets. Hell, the people themselves were a mix of human, monster girl, and android, although the lack of a male bot kind of made Seth wish he lived here. The creator was probably a man of culture. The blond could respect that. Why waste resources with making two genders anyway, when only one would suffice. And be popular.
Seth wandered into an open-air minibar and sat at a stool in front of the bartender.
"I'll take a pineapple burner," he said. "More pineapple flavor than burn."
He paid the man in Alonian dollars. Thankfully Alice thought to convert some actual cash way ahead of time. She seemed to be a lot nicer to him lately. Gone were the uncalled for looks of distaste that normally Kitome and Chika dished to him. Those two didn't understand his style of humor, not that he found it surprising. If Kitome was honest with herself, she'd be approachable. Chika, being a daughter of a multi-billionaire, often stayed on some kind of high horse. Sometimes she didn't. Seth just could never feel comfortable around her for some unexplained reason. He'd love to place that phenomenon on all rich girls, but Alice, a half-demoness nor Tear, a full demoness or succubus, whatever, didn't give him the same feeling of alarm inside. Sure, Chika acted normal, although said some questionable things at times, but still. Thankfully, Clyde kept her grounded. Maki lost her damned mind too. He just hoped her impressive turnaround would be enough so that she can show the public she wasn't the same bitch from before.
The bartender returned with Seth's requested drink. When he took a swallow, he sighed.
"I wonder if I could become one of those badasses who talk about the love of the drink and could claim the love of every hot woman around him."
"That, my friend, is something I can agree with."
Seth look to his right to see a tan man with long black hair downing a mug of beer, eyes scoping a nearby hot waitress. Something about him felt off, but the young man couldn't put a finger on it. Then again, Alon had a ton of strange civilians, so a man like that wouldn't be surprising.
That's what Seth told himself, but he felt true, impossibly intense danger from him. His aura…holy shit what an aura. It felt like a twisted version of Clyde's Stone Mode…
Seth felt sick, realizing that maybe… No, he knew too little about Clyde's situation. He didn't have much explained to him and even the chunks given made no damn sense. The sickness vanished as he rationalized things. The guy certainly looked okay—he was only human. Not the evil overlord that probably sat in a castle, waiting for his agents to report to him. The guy on his side was most likely just the first really high-level citizen they encountered…maybe even like that Sol guy.
Foreigner—that's it…But the otherworldly vibe that he gave off was unmistakable. Sol and Dark emitted it too. But this guy personified a nuclear superbomb.
Without saying another word, Seth got up and left a half-finished drink on the table. He mixed in with the crowd and proceeded to cross a street. As the crosswalk light pinged, showing a holographic thumbs up symbol, the blond noticed someone familiar running cheerfully toward Aunder, followed by a gorgeous woman with long black hair. She dove into his embrace like a happy daughter.
Was that his fucking family? No. That silver-haired brat attacked them back in Ring City. What the hell was she doing here? Oh fuck…
Now everything made sense. Her ridiculous, outrageous strength came from that man. Her master. What was her name again…Dire? The pieces began to click. That fucking brat worked for the dude Clyde had to kill.
Abruptly, all three of them looked in Seth's direction. His bowels threatened to break their chains, but he held it together. They started toward him. He was pretty far, but only an idiot wouldn't catch the implications. He'd seen too much or something like that.
Seth moved faster, staying mixed with the crowd, always moving forward. He increased the distance. Or so he hoped. He just happened to look into the air, following the gazes of some civilians, to spot Dire flying.
[Seth activated Special tier skill: Speed Enhancement of Usain Del Bolt.]
[Seth's speed, agility, and dexterity has dramatically increased for a short time. Warning, the use of this will drain afterward.]
He blurred through the crowd, refusing to let them catch him.
"Oh no, the recruit's getting away," he heard Dire yell. "Wait. I want to give you our card. Waaah."
"Cry all you want, stupid brat, I'm not stopping," Seth said, increasing his speed. The outputted magic sadly started to fizzle, Dire still in the air. Shit, what if the other two planned to corner him? Fuck fuck fuck. Why couldn't he learn that teleporting magic that Clyde and Tear wielded like fucking swords?
Seth dashed around the corner, bumping past androids and people. He found his hopes ahead. The no-fly zone. The damned government failed to actually warn tourists about it and for some reason, rumors couldn't reach everyone in time. So many get seriously injured when the militant androids blast them to the ground. There were rumors of even death simply because no one bothered to call the ambulance.
Just fifty meters or so ahead, Seth could make it. He looked behind him, but…Dire was gone. She definitely knew about this place, but didn't want to come anywhere near it. The young man frowned. He wanted to see if the lasers would even damage her.
If anything, they'd probably be just a distraction, like an annoying mosquito. What a fucking interesting night.
"I can't risk running into them again," Seth said, pulling out his phone. He called a taxi and then texted the others.
Seth: I'm on my way. Whatever you do, don't go outside. Someone more dangerous than Clyde is roaming around with that fucking Dire brat. His aura feels like a twisted version of Clyde's stone mode. I'm not kidding around guys.
Seth pressed send, then put away his phone.
"We're about to leave the city, maybe in a minute," a familiar child's voice said. "But take this."
"I don't want anything from you," Seth said, his voice Dark.
"Oh, I think I've seen you before," Dire said. "You're one of Natalia's friends." She looked around as if to make sure…her master wasn't around. Then her voice lowered. What she said next shocked and confused the holy fuck out of Seth. It just didn't make sense. "I'll tell Master I lost you. I should be able to make him forget about the city. Tell Natalia I said thank you…I'd like to be friends with her." Dire bowed. "My Master is super dangerous, so take a cab home and don't come outside for the rest of tonight. Relay that to your friends. We'll be gone in a few, but Su Yang will stay behind a little longer to search for what Master calls potential recruits."
Dire started to walk away.
"Why did you tell me all of that?" Seth said.
"Because Natalia saved my life," Dire said. "Master said to always repay your debts with honor. Of course that's after a really long and boring lecture."
The silver-haired kid launched into the air and flew off, surrounded in a light-blue aura.
"Dammit, I should've asked since when could she fucking fly," Seth said, causing the dog next to him to anime-fall.
Despite the encounter, Dire seemed to be true to her word, because Seth made it back to the hotel without incident. Clyde thankfully had the others gathered.
They grimly listened to him explain his entire day, starting with his chase of the black wizard to his latest encounter and Dire's words.
He turned to Natalia.
"Any particular reason why you didn't just let the bundle of death die? I mean, I'm not one to judge your intellect, I know you're normally a genius girl, but that was perhaps the stupidest thing you've ever done. Yet it saved me from getting abducted by fucking Steroid Satan."
Harumi softly facepalmed. Clyde sighed.
"By the way, who the hell is that and why does she look like she's been crying at an S and M funeral," Seth said, pointing at the woman on the floor that was sitting against the wall, tied in thick rope.
"She's…a special friend," Clyde said. "Don't worry about her. The androids will be picking her up in a few."
Seth nodded. "I see."
"Let's not glaze over the fact at how fucking awesome you did today," Clyde said. "Hell, even the crying woman over there is frightened."
"So are we going to raid it or what?" Seth said.
"Nah, let's anonymously give it to the Royal Army," Clyde said, laughing, possibly being sarcastic. He stopped when he noticed his team simply staring at him. Or…behind him? "What?"
"She's hot," Seth said, "but I think that's a fucking gargoyle."
The gargoyle monster girl smiled.
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"I'm worn out," Seth interrupted, "and I'm covered in sweat. You don't want this. TORU I FOUND SOMETHING."
Everyone's phones buzzed.
Toru: I'm not falling for that. Whatever you found can wait in the morning.
"Dude…so is there any particular reason why Toru's excused from this meeting?" Seth asked.
"Fumi got food poisoning, so he's looking after her," Clyde said, turning around to the monster girl. The open window ahead and the trembling terrorist on the floor let said everything. How the fuck did no one notice?
Seth scoped every inch of the naked gray woman who stood about five feet tall. She had bat-like wings that matched the color of her skin. Same for the long tail. She could be easily mistaken as a cosplaying model. Then again, the same went for many monster girls.
"Don't underestimate me," the gargoyle said, aura pouring from her.
Nation's Seat, Alon
Early evening…
Hotel…
Clyde winced, then smiled widely as Yuki nabbed her prey. It turned out to be the hotel staff girl who pissed off the boss earlier. Quite the dedication, to even take the boss's "punishment" in the name of the spy job. Of course, that was mere speculation. No one could prove that something actually happened in the backroom other than the woman getting a write-up.
"Oh heyyy," Clyde said in a mocking and playful tone, "look what we have here. Natalia, summon the others. This is going to be an interesting meeting."
The glasses girl finally dropped the innocent act, her smile becoming defiant, despite the magical rope Yuki tied her with.
"Take her to the reserved room," Clyde ordered then he turned to the appalled guests and staff. "No need to worry, the police will be by to pick up the terrorist. And please do try to screen your employees properly next time."
The staff and the guests anime-fell forward. Noona smiled sadly at them.
To Clyde's luck, Kitome was the first to show up.
"Kitome, just the woman I needed."
"Hmm?" she said, blush faint. "Wha—what. Why are you staring at me like that?"
Clyde froze, realizing something. He wanted to make the diamond into a ring. It would look pretty bad if he made the magical girl make her own ring or someone else's. Yeah, fuck that death sentence. The young man could be an asshole sometimes, but that was a low he'd never drop to—especially in the midst of Kitome.
"I wanted to ask you to teach me some things, but I have a better idea. Let's go on a date tonight."
Kitome stared at him, before anime-falling backward.
"Don't keep me in suspense, dunder-head, what could I possibly teach you?" Under her breath, she said, "and what will I wear?"
Feeling his energy renewed with Kitome's cuteness and her struggle to fight the inner tsundere, Clyde pulled the magical girl into his lap.
"Wha—wha—what are you doing? There's people…and her," Kitome said, flustered. She didn't make an attempt to move.
Kitome's flowery fragrance seemed to make the young man feel at ease.
The tied-up woman laughed. "Come on, let's see some action! Fuck! Fuck! Ow!"
Yuki reacted before Kitome did, backhanding the terrorist. Now instead of the mocking smile, the terrorist sat there teary-eyed.
"Do not speak unless spoken to," Yuki said, no emotion in her voice.
Kitome, startled that Yuki was present, but also prepared to move in to strike the tied-up woman on the floor, quickly stood. Blushing heavily, she sat in the chair next to Clyde, albeit very close to him. The others eventually strolled in except for Seth.
"That's strange," Clyde said. "He's never late."
Alice, seated in the left chair of the young man, also very close to him like usual, waved that away.
"He's probably on the toilet. He replied to the group message with a thumbs up."
Clyde blinked. "Well Detective Tetra, since you have a universal law enforcement badge, take it away."
Tetra laughed. "Did I tell you that while I was drunk?"
Clyde smiled. "No, I just made that up. Under Stone Law or some shit—I don't know. Just interrogate her."
The terrorist woman snorted. "Instead of asking me thousands of questions I will never answer, no matter how much torture you put me under, let me tell you what's actually happening. You really need to listen."
Clyde gestured at her to continue. "Enlighten us. And this isn't a recruitment gig. Just tell us in your point of view what the fuck's going on. Don't try to justify the android murders."
"They're just machines," the woman said. "Machines made with the funding of the heavily taxed."
"Is that what you believe?" Clyde said, holding up a hand at Tetra. "Despite your talk and plans of healing this country, it seems that you guys understand less than you think."
"You—"
"What's your name?" Clyde said.
"Pink Allure," the woman said simply.
"That was a stupid question," Kitome snapped. "Do you think she'll ever give out her real name without my fist convincing her?"
The woman simply stared at the magical girl, eyes hard, a promise for retribution hidden within. Kitome glared back, daring her.
Clyde placed a hand on the blue-haired young woman's shoulder. "Let's not resort to that. I asked for a name so that I'll have something to address her by, even if it's one as lame, cringy and edgy as Pink Allure."
Pink Allure comedically snarled. "My name isn't lame! And I'm not edgy."
"She'd make a good wife for that one idiot," Alice said, "what's his name again? Dork? Oh wait, Dark." She winced. "No wonder why you call him edge lord."
It took everything in his willpower reserves not to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Alice made a funny, despite being so serious, although the suspicious twinkle in her eye made the corners of Clyde's mouth twitch. He forced it down, managing to get away with just a chuckle. Tear on the other hand snickered.
"Only Alice can be that cute," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Alice said.
"Anyway back to the matter at hand," Clyde said after clearing his throat. "Before I let Tetra take you for a spin, please continue."
Pink Allure told them what the young man heard a lot from political earth. Government this, government that, the provinces in the nations were suffering, taxes were out of control, all of the nation's money devoted to technology, the queen sucked, the princess naïve, the royal family were parasites, blah blah blah.
"And so your direct answer to these nationwide problems is to murder the androids," Clyde stated, then clapped mockingly. "Real smart. So well thought out." His sarcasm seemed to bite like a tiger, the woman's visible anger increasing. Clyde drummed his fingers on the table. "Tetra, I'm leaving this to you. Yuki, Ming, you two stay behind to assist. Everyone else, go prepare your equipment for tomorrow and take the rest of the evening off. Also, make sure to get these three whatever they need. They may be at it for a bit."
"Pervy husbando onii, you do realize I'm here," Natalia said. "Tetra and I will handle this. Everyone else, go. She won't be able to hold her tongue." The loli gave the woman a Gin smile. She grimaced.
"As if some little girl could scare me," the terrorist said then laughed. "Shouldn't she be heading to bed for school tomorrow? Maybe someone should get her a juicy or a lollipop." She laughed again.
Natalia trembled. "Shut up! You're just a failure in society, taking your anger out on the world because you can't get whatever you want. Your stupid organization's throwing a tantrum louder than every baby in the world." She stuck her tongue out at the woman. "Dummy booby woman."
The room was in silence, eyes of its inhabitants widened.
**
Downtown of Attincusburon, Nation's Seat of Alon…
Evening…
Seth snacked on trufflets, a popular tangy and crunchy snack to the locals, as he walked around. The young man didn't mean to miss the meeting, but the fire within just didn't calm yet. Okay, so maybe he was too far to make it on time. Seriously, who the hell thought building a college so far away from the main city a good idea? If someone got seriously injured, getting to the hospital on time would be out of the question.
Seth observed the townspeople, watching for the things Tetra briefed him on. She probably hoped to use him as an errand boy, but the young man wanted to prove himself to the freaking team. He didn't score among the top of the Sato Academy charts to be treated like some backup singer. Although, this was his fault. He should've been more open about all of his powers to his team. Honestly, he didn't understand them himself. Why did he have magic? Why was his older brother, Julius so strong and being a prick about it? Mysteries, mysteries.
The evening city felt a little nice, slightly less chaotic than its daytime counterpart. Most of the flying cars switched to some kind of drive-mode. Some people, fucking assholes, beamed their bright headlights with no fucks to give for the visions of the surrounding population.
Civilians carried around high-tech mobile devices, shoes that allowed them to hover, hoverboards, and even walked with robotic pets. Hell, the people themselves were a mix of human, monster girl, and android, although the lack of a male bot kind of made Seth wish he lived here. The creator was probably a man of culture. The blond could respect that. Why waste resources with making two genders anyway, when only one would suffice. And be popular.
Seth wandered into an open-air minibar and sat at a stool in front of the bartender.
"I'll take a pineapple burner," he said. "More pineapple flavor than burn."
He paid the man in Alonian dollars. Thankfully Alice thought to convert some actual cash way ahead of time. She seemed to be a lot nicer to him lately. Gone were the uncalled for looks of distaste that normally Kitome and Chika dished to him. Those two didn't understand his style of humor, not that he found it surprising. If Kitome was honest with herself, she'd be approachable. Chika, being a daughter of a multi-billionaire, often stayed on some kind of high horse. Sometimes she didn't. Seth just could never feel comfortable around her for some unexplained reason. He'd love to place that phenomenon on all rich girls, but Alice, a half-demoness nor Tear, a full demoness or succubus, whatever, didn't give him the same feeling of alarm inside. Sure, Chika acted normal, although said some questionable things at times, but still. Thankfully, Clyde kept her grounded. Maki lost her damned mind too. He just hoped her impressive turnaround would be enough so that she can show the public she wasn't the same bitch from before.
The bartender returned with Seth's requested drink. When he took a swallow, he sighed.
"I wonder if I could become one of those badasses who talk about the love of the drink and could claim the love of every hot woman around him."
"That, my friend, is something I can agree with."
Seth look to his right to see a tan man with long black hair downing a mug of beer, eyes scoping a nearby hot waitress. Something about him felt off, but the young man couldn't put a finger on it. Then again, Alon had a ton of strange civilians, so a man like that wouldn't be surprising.
That's what Seth told himself, but he felt true, impossibly intense danger from him. His aura…holy shit what an aura. It felt like a twisted version of Clyde's Stone Mode…
Seth felt sick, realizing that maybe… No, he knew too little about Clyde's situation. He didn't have much explained to him and even the chunks given made no damn sense. The sickness vanished as he rationalized things. The guy certainly looked okay—he was only human. Not the evil overlord that probably sat in a castle, waiting for his agents to report to him. The guy on his side was most likely just the first really high-level citizen they encountered…maybe even like that Sol guy.
Foreigner—that's it…But the otherworldly vibe that he gave off was unmistakable. Sol and Dark emitted it too. But this guy personified a nuclear superbomb.
Without saying another word, Seth got up and left a half-finished drink on the table. He mixed in with the crowd and proceeded to cross a street. As the crosswalk light pinged, showing a holographic thumbs up symbol, the blond noticed someone familiar running cheerfully toward Aunder, followed by a gorgeous woman with long black hair. She dove into his embrace like a happy daughter.
Was that his fucking family? No. That silver-haired brat attacked them back in Ring City. What the hell was she doing here? Oh fuck…
Now everything made sense. Her ridiculous, outrageous strength came from that man. Her master. What was her name again…Dire? The pieces began to click. That fucking brat worked for the dude Clyde had to kill.
Abruptly, all three of them looked in Seth's direction. His bowels threatened to break their chains, but he held it together. They started toward him. He was pretty far, but only an idiot wouldn't catch the implications. He'd seen too much or something like that.
Seth moved faster, staying mixed with the crowd, always moving forward. He increased the distance. Or so he hoped. He just happened to look into the air, following the gazes of some civilians, to spot Dire flying.
[Seth activated Special tier skill: Speed Enhancement of Usain Del Bolt.]
[Seth's speed, agility, and dexterity has dramatically increased for a short time. Warning, the use of this will drain afterward.]
He blurred through the crowd, refusing to let them catch him.
"Oh no, the recruit's getting away," he heard Dire yell. "Wait. I want to give you our card. Waaah."
"Cry all you want, stupid brat, I'm not stopping," Seth said, increasing his speed. The outputted magic sadly started to fizzle, Dire still in the air. Shit, what if the other two planned to corner him? Fuck fuck fuck. Why couldn't he learn that teleporting magic that Clyde and Tear wielded like fucking swords?
Seth dashed around the corner, bumping past androids and people. He found his hopes ahead. The no-fly zone. The damned government failed to actually warn tourists about it and for some reason, rumors couldn't reach everyone in time. So many get seriously injured when the militant androids blast them to the ground. There were rumors of even death simply because no one bothered to call the ambulance.
Just fifty meters or so ahead, Seth could make it. He looked behind him, but…Dire was gone. She definitely knew about this place, but didn't want to come anywhere near it. The young man frowned. He wanted to see if the lasers would even damage her.
If anything, they'd probably be just a distraction, like an annoying mosquito. What a fucking interesting night.
"I can't risk running into them again," Seth said, pulling out his phone. He called a taxi and then texted the others.
Seth: I'm on my way. Whatever you do, don't go outside. Someone more dangerous than Clyde is roaming around with that fucking Dire brat. His aura feels like a twisted version of Clyde's stone mode. I'm not kidding around guys.
Seth pressed send, then put away his phone.
"We're about to leave the city, maybe in a minute," a familiar child's voice said. "But take this."
"I don't want anything from you," Seth said, his voice Dark.
"Oh, I think I've seen you before," Dire said. "You're one of Natalia's friends." She looked around as if to make sure…her master wasn't around. Then her voice lowered. What she said next shocked and confused the holy fuck out of Seth. It just didn't make sense. "I'll tell Master I lost you. I should be able to make him forget about the city. Tell Natalia I said thank you…I'd like to be friends with her." Dire bowed. "My Master is super dangerous, so take a cab home and don't come outside for the rest of tonight. Relay that to your friends. We'll be gone in a few, but Su Yang will stay behind a little longer to search for what Master calls potential recruits."
Dire started to walk away.
"Why did you tell me all of that?" Seth said.
"Because Natalia saved my life," Dire said. "Master said to always repay your debts with honor. Of course that's after a really long and boring lecture."
The silver-haired kid launched into the air and flew off, surrounded in a light-blue aura.
"Dammit, I should've asked since when could she fucking fly," Seth said, causing the dog next to him to anime-fall.
Despite the encounter, Dire seemed to be true to her word, because Seth made it back to the hotel without incident. Clyde thankfully had the others gathered.
They grimly listened to him explain his entire day, starting with his chase of the black wizard to his latest encounter and Dire's words.
He turned to Natalia.
"Any particular reason why you didn't just let the bundle of death die? I mean, I'm not one to judge your intellect, I know you're normally a genius girl, but that was perhaps the stupidest thing you've ever done. Yet it saved me from getting abducted by fucking Steroid Satan."
Harumi softly facepalmed. Clyde sighed.
"By the way, who the hell is that and why does she look like she's been crying at an S and M funeral," Seth said, pointing at the woman on the floor that was sitting against the wall, tied in thick rope.
"She's…a special friend," Clyde said. "Don't worry about her. The androids will be picking her up in a few."
Seth nodded. "I see."
"Let's not glaze over the fact at how fucking awesome you did today," Clyde said. "Hell, even the crying woman over there is frightened."
"So are we going to raid it or what?" Seth said.
"Nah, let's anonymously give it to the Royal Army," Clyde said, laughing, possibly being sarcastic. He stopped when he noticed his team simply staring at him. Or…behind him? "What?"
"She's hot," Seth said, "but I think that's a fucking gargoyle."
The gargoyle monster girl smiled.
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"I'm worn out," Seth interrupted, "and I'm covered in sweat. You don't want this. TORU I FOUND SOMETHING."
Everyone's phones buzzed.
Toru: I'm not falling for that. Whatever you found can wait in the morning.
"Dude…so is there any particular reason why Toru's excused from this meeting?" Seth asked.
"Fumi got food poisoning, so he's looking after her," Clyde said, turning around to the monster girl. The open window ahead and the trembling terrorist on the floor let said everything. How the fuck did no one notice?
Seth scoped every inch of the naked gray woman who stood about five feet tall. She had bat-like wings that matched the color of her skin. Same for the long tail. She could be easily mistaken as a cosplaying model. Then again, the same went for many monster girls.
"Don't underestimate me," the gargoyle said, aura pouring from her.
