Leaning on the swordsman's arm, a girl also entered the cart. Thank you for not being a knight, and not wearing armor from a stereotypical anime.
Well, well, well.
Okay, it looks like she's a magician. The swordsman's companion was wearing a blue and white half-dress half-armor, the lower part looked more like a dress, while a breastplate was located on the upper part of the body. And he carries a staff behind his back, again white with an orange jewel as a pommel.
And compared to the light clothes, the color of her hair, what was that color called... kind of brown. A remarkable height that looks more like a child. The facial features are, let's say, interesting: the eyes are slightly wider than standard, a very small mouth and HUGE eyelashes. At the same time, she is also wearing makeup with painted nails, causing me not the most friendly feelings as an employee, or rather an adventurer.
When they got into the cart, they looked at me for a couple of seconds, holding a black flame in my hand. Don't stare like that, you're weird here, but definitely not me.
Don't talk to me, we're from different fantasy genres, I have dark, and you have otome, so please keep your mouth shut.
Swordsman: - Greetings, I'm s... - I listened to their names, why get acquainted if I don't see you anymore?
Ahhh, well, no, I still have to communicate with these people, they're weird…
Okay, let's hear it first, because I don't have to answer.…
The swordsman continues: "... I am a swordsman, and she is a magician. We are traveling adventurers. Aren't you also a magician or an alchemist?
And you look like magicians, how did you end up here at all, and you're also so clean here, every five meters there are rabbits with horns and mosquitoes with a fist. Maybe some kind of magic? Or do they rinse themselves with water every five minutes?
Okay, I'll answer that, and it would be nice to unobtrusively find out topics of interest to me.
- Of course you guessed it, but why did you think about these classes right away, because I look like a necromancer, and don't deny it, I know what I look like.
The swordsman hesitated…
Are there such rare necromancers here?
I didn't lie either. I look like a one hundred percent undiluted necromancer. GOST, so to speak. I'm wearing a very dark purple robe. Looking at which one might think that it radiates a shadow. And a mask with small white eye holes, which does not allow the sun to get on my pale face.
Swordsman: - Um... huh... good joke... Yes, you look like both a magician and an alchemist, because you wear a robe and a mask, they are often worn by magicians, although they do not look like that. And you have a bag with flasks and all sorts of ingredients on your belt, right?
Magician: Yes, I also recognized the case on your belt, isn't it for making potions?
I'm not the only one who analyzed them with a glance.…
But you still haven't answered the topic that worries my soul!
Okay, good.…
Let's play friendly.
- Huh, of course you guessed everything, you are very attentive. But what if I were a terrible necromancer? You would have died here and your pieces would have been used in my medicines! - I added a joking tone to my conversation, and used a little magic. I hope it will be a ride…
Magician: - Stop joking with us, if you were a necromancer, you wouldn't be sitting here. After all, the church is hunting for necromancers, and you can't just meet them on the street.
Girl, even though you answered a little indistinctly…
But you're smarter than a swordsman!
Swordsman: - and you couldn't kill us, you're just an alchemist with magical abilities.
I didn't understand.
Did you call me weak?
I decided to tell him what I think. Don't forget to say it in a rude voice, using the same magic of course. Still, few people care about a magician at sword's length.
"Some alchemists are scarier than any necromancer. But all I can say about you is that people like you don't live long.
After saying the last part, I slowly tilted my head so that I could look at them from under my brows.
Well, as I expected. The swordsman tensed, and then grabbed a butcher knife. At that time, the mage grabbed the swordsman's free hand, fear was visible in her eyes.
This picture can even make me laugh, because I got a grin. Although it looked more like I was squinting my eyes in mockery or threat than out of amusement.
The Swordsman: - I will protect ... - I listened to the suspicious creak of the cart, it seems in vain, I listened to the name again - If you attack, I will show all the strength of the lady's personal guards- the cart jumped- and my righteous anger!
He ostentatiously held up his knife, ostensibly showing his intentions. I scared the cat with valerian. Who will suffer more, the one who hits the poison gas bombs, or the one who has the antidote?