Just where could the thief have gone? I sigh and take another sip from my newly acquired liquor flask. It wasn't like the Black Queen's pawns would have bothered stealing from Ozpins office, it only contained the bare essentials, something the Grimm Queen and everyone else involved already knew about.
So who could it be? White Fang? Maybe in the future, but for now only small riots have broken out. They're quite peaceful most of the time, and wouldn't have any motivation just stealing some paperwork, if they even bothered.
Those stuck up Atlasian elites? They think they're on top of the world, wouldn't even think about stealing since it's "Below them", would have instead demanded them like it's their Oum given right.
My sister? Too busy building that tribe back. And it wasn't like she didn't know that information already.
Criminal underground networks? Too flashy. Wouldn't leave such an obvious break in.
So that only leaves a mysterious third party, who we have no information about, nor their goals or allegiance, if they even have one.
I take another sip, feeling the familiar burning sensation at the back of my throat. I gotta stop thinking about work related stuff while on break. Have to go babysit the brats for Tai and get my job application for Signal Academy, after all. If I remember Yang goes there next year.
Heh, imagine the look on her face when she realises the "sad and pathetic" uncle is gonna be teaching her what it means to be a Hunter.
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Where the fuck do I find a catalyst for a servant! I don't know any myths or history about this place! This is so rigged! I don't want to play the figurative gacha!
Wait isn't the Root a higher dimensional concept?
THANK AKASHA!
Now I just gotta hope I'm in the same dimension as my original world and then I should be able to summon heroic spirits from my worlds history!
I still don't have a catalyst though- Wait, that burnt piece of wood with a rune on it. Kaunaz or Kenaz, depending on which translation you believe. So, this could potentially be a catalyst for a Celtic or Norse heroic spirit. Problem is, I dunno any. The most I know is Sigurd and Thor, no Celtic warrior are popping up in my head, unless you count Jack O' Lantern as one.
Welp, better someone than no one. It's been kind of quiet lately. Maybe someone to talk to and guard me will even help me find a way home.
Wait, rune users can be called Casters, right? Maybe they will have an idea on how to get home!
Ahem, focus.
A bit wordy, but at least it isn't demanding a blood sacrifice.
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your blade.
I have no holy grail, nor a mythical prize, yet if you still seek a purpose, a goal, then answer thy call.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the heavenly balance!"
And my world became a sea of light.
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"Looks like we had to bail for now, eh master?" The blue haired spearman beside me sweatdropped as he looked down at the collapsed hotel, now cordoned off by officers and a few amateur Hunters. "By the way, you never told me your name, master."
"My name?" I pause, mentally running over every single spell I know that required someone's name. "Don't you have to offer your name first?"
"Eh, I guess that's true." He twirled his spear and shot a cocky grin. "Cu Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster. Yours?"
Seeing as he offered his name first, I relaxed slightly. Even though I didn't really know anything about him, the title did sound impressive. "Well, my name's Morrow Curglaff. A third rate magus. Nice to meet you, Cu Chulainn."