○Entry. 135.
It was a particularly fine morning.
Name: Akio Yamamoto
Level:120
Class: hero(vs. Demons= stats↑)
Race: hero(+stats)
Title: Chosen by THE FAIR JUDGE
Skills: hero's aura
hero's sword( not in possession)
Status appraisal[H]
Hero skills""
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Agility:125
Endurance:60
Intelligence:30
Strenght:160 Wisdom:30
The sun was shining unlike any way I have seen before. Even the sleepy clouds that usually make their appearance in these parts choose to bless my way. It was truly a fantastic morning.
Making my way to the Guild's counter, I couldn't help not notice that even the normally grumpy Guards were strangely polite. A miracle.
At the counter stood the now well known Larique Benetton. During her employment at the Guild, this... young lady made herself known for her efficiency and wit. I do not really understand how, but she became sort of an Accountant.
Now maybe I have different standards coming from another world, but seeing her in action was strangely average. Seeing being praised as a genius for using basic algebra certainly reminded me of how different this world is...
And I for one was just getting used to the atrocious hygiene, well, more because of the lack of bath culture, but that is another matter.
I was suspicious of her for a long time now. After all, no goth girl could possibly exist.
"Who are you exactly, Larique?"
"I believe that I have already made my name known."
"I didn't mean that...
Who exactly is ,,Larique Benetton" ?"
"A receptionist at ,,The Flying Lions", a Guild that... do you want me to get into details?"
"...
...
Why is a noble girl such as yourself working in a Guild? And at the reception, no less..."
"Ohh, that.-She took a good look at me, as if only now remembering that I was before her- I can actually explain all that, but I do not believe that this environment is all that appropriate..."
"Yes(So there really was something going on...)"
"What about dinner, at six'o clock"
"What(what?)?"
"Of course, I have work to do...we will meet at the Silver Pillar, you know where that is, right?"
"Huh, yes."
"Then go, you are wasting my time."
...
Going outside to get some fresh air, I was very confused.
"Uh, cold...
...
...
wait a second!"
Why was I supposed to go on a date with her, not that I minded, well, she wasn't Fumiko, but... anyway...
Time flew very slowly. I believe that is what happens when you have nothing to do, which is actually a lie, considering how many daily tasks I receive these days.
At some point I just gave up and went to a tailor to get some clothes.
The frail thought of finally getting some answers was the only drive that kept me from fidgeting.
Considering that I neither had an appointment nor a prior order, it was lucky that I managed to find some clothes that were my size.
I took a Red costumation, now that I think about it, obviously some clergy clothing.
The only question is why would a priest order such small measures, but doesn't particularly matter.
I made my way to the Silver pillar, a monument built because of some hundreds year old triumph, that was all but forgotten.
It is still a fine piece of architecture. No statue rests at the top, but the silver lining of the pillar certainly makes up for it.
And there she was...
In an azure, saphire-embroided short dress, Larique looked like a princess from another world
It took me all courage I could muster to finally approach her.
"So you came."
"Y-yes..."
"Right, follow me"
She guided me through the small alleyways of the Eastern San Petro, to a relatively unassuming building, where, at the entrance, written in gold, stood the weirdest name I have seen yet
,,The Floff"
A guy, most probably a Guard, stood at the entrance, asking people about some reservation.
"Status"
Name: Floyd Greenhorn
Level:47
Class: Paladin(Faith=Wisdom↑)
Race: Human(+stats)
Title: Disgraced Paladin(Excomunication)
Skills: Smite lv.40
Bless lv.26
Heal lv.6
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Agility:58
Endurance:82
Intelligence:40
Strenght:65
Wisdom:50
"What is a Floff?
And why is that Guard so strong?"
"Just follow me." She went before him and with only a few words, we made our way in.
Looking around, I could understand why she was dressed so nicely. There were a lot of Aristocrats around.
"Why are nobles here?"
"All will be answered soon."
"When?"
"The moment we arrive at our table."
"A table that is..."
"It is here."-we sat on the first floor, at a crystal window.
"So..."
"Ah, yes, to begin,
Thou saw how high class this shabby hut is, right?"
"Yes."
"It is by no mistake. Right now, you are looking at the most extravagant restaurant in San Petro."
"Oh,....
But I didn't want to ask that."
"Right, about my family..."
"Yes, what about your family?"
"I come from a renowned Craftsmanship household.
We cut and mend glass. The ones you saw in Churches around here were probably made by us"
"Wasn't one of your party members a nun? Actually forget it. You can check my status if you want proof."
"WHAT? How do you-"
"You always ramble 'status' this and that, only a fool wouldn't make the connection."
"Oh..."(fuck...)
...
...
"What are you waiting for? Do it!"
"Status"
Name: Larique Benetton
Level:17
Class: Politician(Charisma=Lie↑)
Race: Human(+stats)
Title: Glass maker(wisdom=Cutting skill↑)
Skills: Glass cutting lv.7
Glass mending lv.6
Calculating lv.14
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Agility:35
Endurance:20
Intelligence:45
Strenght:20
Wisdom:40
"I hope you now understand."
"Yes..."
"Then I have another thing to show you."
"What?"
"A relic I found by chance. It might be useful to you."
"Well, where is it?"
"In a room I rented around here. Follow me"
"Wait, then why did we come here? What about food?"
"The cook whose food I like is not here today."
"How can you tell?"
"...a
...feeling, if you will... Now come, I don't have all night."
I followed her through even sketchier alleyways, until we reached what I could call a slum.
She directed me to an even more run-down building, one that looked like it could crumble at any moment.
"Why in such a shabby abobe?"
"You know what they say, the best place to hide things is right in plain sight."
("Plain sight my ass. What does she actually want to do with me?
Could it be...?!")
"Why are you blushing?"
...
...
...
...
...
"Oh..."("fuck fuck")
"Anyway, there should be a door right before you, one that leads to some stairs. GO UP."
"What? Oh, okay..."-why would she...
Eh, probably nothing.
The hallway she told me about was very dark. If I didn't have improved vision because of my skills, I would be going blind. How does she see?
I went up on the stairs. Every step creaked more and more.
I knew something was wrong.
Since the moment she suggested for us to meet I felt it.
She is so nice.
Her voice so sweet.
Is this...
Is it perhaps...
...
LOVE?
Who knows. I hope that she at least has an Excalibur to show me.
But fuck, was it dark. I reached the end and there was still nothing.
Just as I was about to say something, I found myself in the most unexpected situation I could imagine.
Larique's arms were wrapped around my neck.
"Huh?"
"You are really dumb, you know."
"Huh?"
'Consume'
"Huh?"
It was terribly strange. At first it was something wet and pointy, like a blanket of needles.
It stung.
Then I heard something collapse. At that moment, all those needles pierced my skin.
It hurt.
God, how it hurt.
I couldn't move.
I could neither scream.
All that possible adventure...
Is it ending like this?
No
No!
No, it can't be!
With every remaining fibre in my body, I focused and threw the thing that was attached to be to the side.
Now that I looked at it... I don't know what it was...
A blanket of meat with disfigured teeth on the inside and an exterior made of what looked like Larique.
What kind of abomination was she?
"Keke"
Fuck. I think IT got me good. I can't move half of my body.
'I certainly didn't expect for you to overpower me in strength.
Guess you weren't a hero for nothing."
I can't fight that.
I have to leave.
"It is pointless, you know. There are ten feet of cement in any direction you may go.'
"Who... who are you?"
The mass of flesh then transformed into a humanoid sludge of teeth
'Me? Who knows'
"How...who is Larique?"
'That one? A real girl, I presume, though she is long dead now, not that I had to deal with it
Anyway, fun time is over now... I'm bored'
"Wait-" The thing stretched it's hand towards me and started to expand it. A just barely avoided it by propulsiong myself with my feet, right now, the healthiest part of me.
A sword...
I needed to get my hands on a sword. If I could do just that, then surviving this ambush wasn't out of the question. By how would I get one here.... I know!
"Doesn't it make you feel like a loser, squirming your way through encounters like this?" Egomaniac bastards that like to concoct plans like this always get distressed by direct confrontation outside their made-up route.
'Huh?'
I knew it!!! "What, you believe that acts like make you anything but a dud?"
'...You are talking about... the fact that I did not approach you like the other enemies you faced, ... right?'
"ye-"
'Isn't that obvious?
...
Come on, take a look'
"status"
Name: Larique Benetton
Level:17
Class: Politician(Charisma=Lie↑)
Race: Human(+stats)
Title: Glass maker(wisdom=Cutting skill↑)
Skills: Glass cutting lv.7
Glass mending lv.6
Calculating lv.14
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Agility:35
Endurance:20
Intelligence:45
Strenght:20
Wisdom:40
"huh? how do you..."
'Oh, right, wait a second...' ...
Name: Kiyoshi Sasaki
Level:III
Class: ¿ Deceiver(¿=¿↑)
Race: Mimic ev. III
Title: ¿ Acolyte of THE LAUGHTING GOD Spawn of Satan(real self=intimidation↑)
Skills: Consume lv. III
Body morph lv. III
Deceiving lv. III
Language skills lv. III
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Agility:150
Endurance:112
Intelligence:98
Strenght:100
Wisdom:35
'You know, my stats may be a little higher, but the lack of combat skills really makes it harder...'
"What are you talking about?"
*slash*
the sludge became bloddy
....
but why...
....
....
My stomach hurt....
Looking down, I could see my intestines coming out...
'Luckily for me, at least agility makes a difference.'
...
It approached me and put it's ,,hand" on my head.
'Right, I should say something cool now... ... It is over Hero. May you regress in peace'
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*THAT DAY I DIED... AND THOSE WORDS.... THOSE FUCKING WORDS... WHERE THE LAST I EVER HEARD.