The strange red haired lady stood before Nador with a slutty smirk. If it had been any other person, Nador would've driven the person away with his usual nonchalant attitude. But he clearly saw through the disguise of Beatrice with the system's warning.
"SHIT." Nador cursed under his breath, this was clearly the protagonist partial teacher who guides him through most of his endeavors. He had a great suspicion that this red haired lady could be Beatrice.
"Is this situation taken?" She kindly asked in a soft soothing tone.
(Situation = sit >lol<)
'Of course it's taken... By me!' was what he wished to say, but staring at the system's warning, he had to tread carefully.
"No, not at all... It's all yours." Nador spoke with a gentleman tone as he swiftly stood to his feet, preparing to dash out the door.
"Oh Mr Spearhead right? I watched your match against that shadow warrior." Hearing her following words, Nador paused mid step and slowly turned with an awkward smile.
'Again with the Spearhead nonsense.' He grumbled to himself before replying with a handsome smile. "Why thank you Ms-"
"Edda Amberstooth ." She spoke with a smile. His eyes shot wide in surprise as he had just confirmed his suspicions. This woman was truly Beatrice Amberstooth ... The great ancestor of the Amberstooth noble stronghold of the northern kingdom.
'What does this granny want now!' Nador screamed in his head as sweat buds formed on his forehead. This was a matter of life and death. The smile on her face told him to dare take a step through that door. He'll probably be given a front row sit to meet Hades or whatever God of death this world has.
'Died a virgin' would be the heading of his obituary.
"Edda Amberstooth... As in, the princess of the Amberstooth kingdom!?" Nador whisper yelled with strange 'enthusiasm', drawing a raised brow from Beatrice.
Another reason why he surely knew this hottie was Beatrice was because the real Edda Amberstooth, was at the academy... And the academy don't allow students to leave school premises, a strict rule which caused trouble to amateur gamers of the game.
Nador stroke his smooth bald chin and took his sit after regaining his composure. He shot a look at the hottie that sat before him.
Smooth red locks of shoulder length, a pale natural blush and cute freckles adorned her puffy cheeks... Her oval shaped face, pencil shaped brow of same color as her hair, small cute nose reddened for some reasons and a set of blue eyes...
Ahhh~ that body seemed to put Nador on edge.
Concealed within the black drape over shoulder, a bright red and black gown hugged her figure, displaying little skin to the world yet having that seductive charm to it.
"So may I ask why the princess of a beloved nation came all the way here to just see this lowly Elf." Nador spoke with a 'confused' expression. He had to put up his usual action of he'd want to keep his life intact.
"Oh Mr Spearhead, I've only come to inquire about your origins." She spoke with a smile, going straight to the point.
'Damn, and without hesitation!?' Nador silently thought before shaking off the slight fear and slipped the blonde strands of hair, tucking it behind his ear and gave an innocent smile.
"What can I say... I, myself hail from a noble home, I only traveled this far to complete the quest for unlocking the hidden meridians of my... Oh my, I've spoke to much." He paused before sipping his wine only to figure out there was no cup in his hand right from the start.
'Strange. Very strange.'
But his incomplete and mysterious sentence triggered the last lock within her as her gaze narrowed in thought.
'Could he actually be the one? No, let's find out more.'
"Mr Spearhead, do you have any relations called 'The-"
"Oh wow, a firefly." Nador interrupts her mid sentence while pointing at the bug at the distance. Only then did Beatrice know the implications of the information she had almost just spilled.
"You were saying?" He turned to face her, giving her his full attention.
"Ah, what I wished to inquire was about your presence in the school of the Lightheart Kingdom." She spoke with a gap in speech as she formed a neat lie through her teeth.
'Phew! Dodge a bullet on that one' Nador inwardly sighed as he recalled this game tutorial that hinted the clear avoidance of calling out some certain names without having the proper strength to back up the call.
Last time he did that, he accidentally awakened a dead Guardian who wrecked havoc across the whole lands... But the gods were on time to stop the havoc by a sending dozens of black lightning... It took 3 dozens of dark lightning from the heavens to put down a lone guardian down.
Who knows what would happen if this one was called out loud.
"Ah! Ms Bea- *cough!* Beans and cake, I miss beans and cake!" Nador spoke with a sweaty countenance. Beatrice only shot him a raised brow at his incoherent reply to her question.
"Sorry for saying my thoughts out loud. And no, I don't go to the academy... But I plan to go after a visit to my homeland." Nador corrected himself, hinting on a possible lemon scene in the future.
'System display Beatrice information.' Nador commanded in his mind.
[Ding~ (your cry has been heard]
[Beatrice Amberstooth ]
[Race: SUPERIOR HUMAN]
[Element: ?? (EERr#$@)
[Bloodline: ??? (ACCESS DENIED)]
[Potential: Unranked (Update the system to avoid crash.)]
[Titles: ??]
[Likes: ??]
[Dislikes: ??]
[Anchor rating: 1]
"Dafuq is going on!?" Nador blurted out of the blue, startling Beatrice who was about to shoot another question at him.
"What is going on?" She asked back, drawing an awkward chuckle from Nador who secretly scanned his surroundings for a way out of the situation.
"Ah! Look, the Queen's carriage is passing by!" Nador yelled, drawing the attention of everyone including Beatrice to the window as the golden and purple carriage drew near to the bar and suddenly parked in front of the bar with the battalions of soldiers armed and ready, beside the carriage.
"EEH!?"
"IT'S THE QUEEN! QUICK! HIDE THE BOOZE!"
"You fool this is a bar!! Booze is legalized!"
"THEN HIDE ALL THE ILLEGAL STUFFS!!"
"There's nothing to hide Ricky! Calm your balls with a cup of iced vodka." The bartender slid a cup across the table to Ricky who snatched it and took a mouthful.
The bar began bubbling with gossips on what and who would bring the queen all the way to this particular bar.
*Silence*
As the bat call realization struck, everybody's eyes including Beatrice landed on Nador who sheepishly rubbed his neck from the unwanted attention he was receiving.
"What did I do now!?"