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Chapter 13 - Being A Cultist is The Worst Job Ever

Bartender/Barny POV:

(What the hell is happening!?!)

Everyone was supposed to gather today and have a meeting concerning the failed kidnapping of the Princess at Barny's inn, but somehow, McVeigh never showed up.

With the absence of McVeigh, their leader, the dispensable trash that McVeigh arrived in the city with, under the Brotherhood's orders, started a drinking party in the middle of broad daylight!

It was a good thing that Barny had closed up shop. Otherwise, customers would have heard tales about all the evil deeds that they've done and reported it to the Royal Guard, who would immediately throw them in a dungeon, torture them and then publicly execute them.

(Although some of the crazy ones might find it enjoyable.)

It wasn't rare for a few members of the Brotherhood to relish the experience, for they saw it as "proving their allegiance" to their God.

Back on topic, Barny quickly got annoyed by the cultists' behaviour. Despite being members of the Brotherhood, Barny saw them as nothing more than thieves and criminals who only joined for profit. The sight of them drinking angered him greatly.

(How dare they be partying right now! The kidnapping failed, and McVeigh was missing. And right now, they are drinking! Do they not care that our heads might roll for failing the orders of the Brotherhood!?! I wish that someone would come to smite these lowlifes down!)

Just as he thought of this, the entrance to the inn blew up in a loud explosion. Everyone got up and turned to look to see what was the cause of this.

After the explosion, a small thin metal canister got tossed into the room. Everyone followed its movement with their eyes, which proved to be a great mistake.

Barely a moment later, the entire inn got enveloped in a bright flash of light that stunned everyone's eyes.

Then came those sounds and screams.

*RATATATTA!*

*RATATATTA!*

"ARGH!"

"IT HURTS!"

"SOMEONE HELP!"

When everyone's vision cleared, they saw three members lying dead on the ground. The culprit was presumably the young man in a grey suit holding an unusually shaped, long, bumpy lump of metal and a woman in black leather armour carrying a crimson spear.

Then all hell was let loose.

The strange duo went around and massacred everyone in the room until only three cultists (including Barny) were left alive.

Despite surrendering, the spear-wielding woman proceeded to kill two of them so that the sick game the two came up with would end up in a tie.

With the last two dead, Barny was the only one left alive.

(Damn it! I wanted someone to teach those thugs a lesson, but this is not what I meant!)

Barny lay on the floor, quaking in fear.

He wished that he could somehow escape this nightmare.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread through his ribs as a black dress shoe kicked him over onto his back.

"GAH! I've surrendered already! What more do you want!"

Massaging his ribs, Barny looked up to see the face of the suited man. Under normal conditions, if the bartender/cultist were to have passed him on the street, he would have been ripe with jealousy and cursed God for making such a beautiful specimen, further reinforcing his belief in the being the Brotherhood worships.

But now, Barny had no time for such thoughts as the suited young man grinned mockingly.

"I've surrendered? What more do you want? Hah! Do you think I would give mercy to cultists who planned to kidnap the princess?"

"You should be grateful that you're still alive and not already torn to shreds by me!"

The murderous gaze he cast made Barny feel something wet spread between his legs.

The young man looked down and laughed.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Oh my gosh! This is too funny! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"I can't believe you just peed yourself! HAHAHAHAHA! What a filthy pig you are!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! Okay! HAHAHA! Gotta! HAHA! Control me."

After having calmed down, the young man took out a pair of mana-sealing handcuffs (which looked like regular handcuffs with some runes inscribed on them) and kicked Barny in the ribs.

"Get up. I don't have all day."

Barny clutched his ribs in pain once again as they were kicked for a second time.

Seeing that there was no way he could escape without being killed, Barny decided there was only one possible solution.

"Wait!"

*kick*

"Ouch!"

This time, Barny clutched his head in pain from getting kicked in the head.

"You think you can have that sort of disrespectful behaviour towards me, criminal?"

Barny immediately kowtowed as an apology and out of fear.

"I'm sorry! Please hear me out! I have an offer that will benefit both of us!"

The young man looked at him with disgust and slight interest.

"You have less than ten seconds to tell me your offer before I break your balls."

"Yes! Basically, why don't you join our Brotherhood? You got the skills, as demonstrated earlier, and you appear to have a high position in the Kingdom. As one of the Brotherhood's branch managers in Aldonia, I can write you a letter of recommendation! Given enough time, I foresee you could become one of the executives of the Brotherhood! How does that sound?"

The suited man gave a blank look as if he was contemplating whether or not he should accept.

(Yes! Perhaps I'll be able to get out alive in one piece.)

His hopes shattered when the suited man pulled out a boomerang-like piece of metal, which Barny realized to be one of the strange ranged weapons the man used to massacre the cultists.

When Barny was about to scream for him to stop, the suited man aimed one end of his strange device at Barny's crotch and pulled the trigger.

*BANG!*

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Enjento Supai POV:

"Tch."

Enjento clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"What a waste of ten seconds. I could have used that time to kill six or seven American SEALs with a flippin' pencil!"

He looked at the cultist bawling on the ground, clutching his destroyed balls.

"How pathetic. I'll drop this b*stard off at Morrigan's on my way to the training fields."

The spy dragged the man by one of his legs, humming to himself.

He could not wait for the firearms training he was going to give to the Undead.