Chapter 11-- The Road South
[Important author notes~ at the end]
Nihilux POV
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He set the two copper coins on the table, pushed them toward the edge, and got up.
The guild bar was still loud around him. Someone near the back had started laughing at something while holding his stomach.
A group of adventurers by the window were still arguing over their map. The waitress who'd brought his hot chocolate was already moving on to the next table, tray tucked under one arm.
He pulled his hoodie straight and started making his way toward the door.
He made his way about halfway there before he stopped.
He looked over at the front counter.
The young receptionist had been there the entire time he'd been sitting processing paperwork, answering questions, smiling at people, directing them where to go.
Well, let's try this one last time.
But every time he'd glanced over from his table, her eyes had skittered quickly away from his direction like she'd been looking and didn't want him to know it.
He changed course and walked toward the counter.
"Sir Nihilux. Is there anything I can help you with?"
He let a line of floating text appear in the air between them.
Any update on the guild master?
"She'll be back shortly," the receptionist said. Her voice was bright and practised. "I do apologise for the wait. She just had to step away to take care of something. It shouldn't be much longer."
What kind of something?
"Just some guild matters," she said. "Administrative work. The guild master handles quite a lot personally, as I'm sure you can imagine. She's very thorough." She straightened the stack of papers in front of her that were already perfectly arranged. "She was very clear that she wanted to be the one to process your registration herself. It's an honour, really. She doesn't often do that."
She just kept on talking.
"It really shouldn't be too much longer, I promise. If you'd like to take a seat again, I can have the bar bring you something else you want. it's completely on us, of course, for the wait"
Where did she go?
"I'm not- I really can't say exactly where.." She caught herself. "That is, she just had to step out for a brief…. There was a matter at the cas-"
She stopped speaking and looked nervous.
He looked at her for a moment.
Is she at the castle?
The receptionist looked like she very much wished she could reach back in time and finish that sentence differently.
"I- that is- I'm not really in a position to-" She exhaled. Tried again. "The guild master has a great deal of responsibilities across the whole of Melromarc. Sometimes those responsibilities take her to different…. she just… she'll be back soon, Sir Nihilux. I promise you that."
He considered this.
The king had sent word about his rank recommendation.
It made sense that the guild master would want to verify something like that before putting her name to it.
She ran the guild for the entire kingdom it was her job to be careful.
He understood that.
I'll come back later.
The relief on the receptionist's face came and went quickly, but it was obvious.
"Of course." She nodded. "Whenever you're ready, sir. I'll make sure everything is prepared."
He nodded once, turned away from the counter, and headed for the door.
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Outside, the midday air was cool and clean.
He stood on the guild steps for a moment and looked out at the street. The city was fully alive at this hour. Carts cutting through foot traffic, a street seller on the corner calling out prices for something that smelled good, two kids running circles around a very tired dog.
A few knights moved in formation further down the road, unhurried.
He looked down at his hoodie.
Right.
He started walking.
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The noble district was cleaner than the rest of the capital. Not that the average streets were filthy, the city was reasonably well maintained overall, but this area was on a different level entirely.
The stone underfoot was fitted more carefully, the buildings were better kept, and there wasn't a single stall or cart in sight. No one was shouting prices at passers-by. No one was haggling over anything in the middle of the road.
Instead, what he noticed first were the servants.
They were everywhere once you knew to look for them. Walking a half step behind nobles, arms full of wrapped parcels. Standing beside parked carriages while their employers browsed inside shops, ready to take whatever came out.
A pair of what looked like personal butlers moving briskly down the pavement.
One of the two seems to notice him walking by them. But none of them called out to him so he just ignored them as well.
Perhaps some noble told them to be on the lookout for me?
He had interacted with quite a few nobles at yesterday's party.
Further down the road, a maid came out of a shop carrying something large and flat, wrapped carefully in cloth, and loaded it into the back of a waiting carriage without a word.
It was exactly what you'd expect from a medieval society.
He moved through it without stopping, scanning the shop fronts as he went.
The clothes shops were easy to spot. Display windows with a few carefully chosen pieces, dark shelving visible through the glass, everything arranged to tell you what was inside without having to go inside. He glanced through each one as he passed.
He also noticed that this part of the city is better guarded as well. You couldn't walk for a full 2 mins without passing by some guard or knight, or some nobleman's own guard.
Eventually, a found a shop with seem to only have a few people inside it.
He pushed the door open and went in.
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About thirty minutes later, he came back out.
He stood on the pavement and looked down at himself.
The long coat was the main thing. Long coming to just below his knees, close to the ankle but not quite reaching it. Deep black outer fabric, high collar. Thin stitching along the edges. And the lining inside was a pale blue, only visible when the coat moved.
He'd found it near the back of the shop and bought it immediately.
The trousers were black too. Good fabric, well-fitted. The shopkeeper was also really nice.
Tho he did keep coming to him and asking what he was looking for.
He wasn't big on shopping for clothes. He really ever bought more than a few esentials for himself back home. And even then he always had a big option to choose from, thanks to his sister.
She always dragged him with herself when ever she went shopping. Ofc he was the one who carried the bags. But all things considered, in return, she also bought him clothes and whatnot to eat. So he didn't mind it.
The clothes themselves, which he bought, were a big expense, but he mainly got them since he didn't want to shop again at every town or city he went to. So hopefully these last a long time.
He didn't really mind. He had the money.
He kept his own shoes. Good hiking boots from home, made for exactly these roads, uneven ground, and long distances. They hadn't taken a scratch during the Wave. His barrier had kept them spotless.
No reason to replace what wasn't broken.
It was incredible luck that he was wearing them when he got summoned to this world.
His hoodie was folded carefully in his inventory.
He adjusted the collar of the coat slightly.
Not bad.
And these should serve better than some adventurer clothing anyway. He wasn't a swordsman. Not a tank or an archer either. His defence came from his barrier, and his offence came from whatever the situation called for. He didn't need his clothes to protect him his clothes just needed to work everywhere. On the road, in a guild hall, at a noble's dinner if some king decided to drag him to one again.
He'd need to figure out cleaning magic eventually, or find someone who knew it. A few extra shirts would hold him over in the meantime.
He checked his sense of time.
Mid-afternoon. Maybe a bit past.
He'd probably leave the capital by evening. Which meant he still had a bit of time.
He turned toward the market.
He was going to need supplies, when he travelled.
How he was travelling was still a work in progress, but she should still get some things.
He did buy Naofumi stuff, so maybe just buy everything like that again for himself?
Or maybe he could find a merchant caravan travelling in the same direction.
Then there was the next Wave.
He tried to estimate it as he walked towards the market.
The next wave should be in a month or so, he should come back to the capital before then.
If the next wave is somewhere close to the capital. He would be able to reach it easily.
If it is further away, then the system would tell him a reasonable amount of time beforehand.
Tho he only got 1 hr to fly there last time so not sure what the system would consider reasonable.
He hadn't asked Naofumi either. He should have asked him if his shield showed him the general area where the next wave might happen.
That was a mistake.
He opened his system and checked anyway.
Nothing.
He closed it again and kept walking.
Whatever, I will Naofumi and Raphtalia again anyway, either before the next wave or during it.
Next time I should try to find them and the other heroes during it.
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The market district greeted him with noise and the smell of food from about fifteen directions at once.
Amazing, I can see at least 3 different sweet shops from here only.
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Narrator POV
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Nihilux was here for travel supplies. Practical things. Dried goods, maybe some rope, a waterskin if he didn't already have one, things you needed on a long road that a village between here and the port city might not have.
That was the original plan.
He made it approximately four stalls in before a skewer of glazed meat caught his attention from a nearby grill and he stopped walking entirely.
He bought two. Ate them while standing there.
Bought 10 more for later.
Then he found the wrapped cakes. Dense, sweet, and keeps well for a few days. He bought more than was probably necessary and kept moving.
Candied nuts from a cart run by an old man who handed him a free sample in a small paper cone without being asked. They were extraordinary. He bought a full bag, walked three steps, went back and bought a second.
Hard sweets with something soft at the centre, wrapped individually. He ate three before he'd moved away from the stall.
By the time he was making his way back toward the guild, his inventory was considerably heavier than it had been an hour ago.
If nothing else, this young hero would definitely NOT be starving during his travels.
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Nihilux POV
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Chapter 11 — Part 2
The guild was quieter than before.
Somewhere around two in the afternoon, maybe three.
He walked toward the counter.
The young receptionist looked up, and the relief on her face this time was considerably more open than the last.
"Sir Nihilux, the guild master, has just returned." She straightened. "If you'll give me just a moment, I'll go inform her that you're back. Once she's ready, I'll come and escort you to her office myself."
He looked at her for a moment.
A line of text formed in the air between them.
How long?
"Ten minutes, perhaps a little more." She reached under the counter and produced a folded pamphlet, holding it out toward him. "In the meantime, if you haven't had a chance to look through this yet. It covers the guild structure, the ranking system, and the services we offer. Most members receive it when they first register, so since we weren't able to complete that earlier..."
He took the pamphlet.
Thank you.
She gave a small nod and disappeared through the door behind the counter.
He turned and found a chair near the wall and sat down.
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It was clearly written for people who had never interacted with a guild before. Straightforward language, simple diagrams, nothing assumed. He moved through the first two pages quickly, covering the basic structure, how quests were posted, and how payment was processed.
Next were the ranking system for adventurers.
Ten ranks total. Bronze at the bottom, which was where every new adventurer started, regardless of experience or ability. No exceptions. The pamphlet was specific about this. He read it twice to make sure he understood it correctly.
He went through them in order.
Bronze. Copper. Iron. Magic Iron.
Those four made up the lower tier. The ones most adventurers spent the early part of their career working through, taking smaller quests, building a record, proving they weren't going to get themselves killed out there fighting monsters.
Then the upper half.
Silver. Magic Silver. Steel. Silver Steel. Gold. Platinum.
There was a note about testing out. If a new adventurer demonstrated sufficient ability against a guild instructor or a registered member in good standing, they could be placed at a higher starting rank.
The cap on that was the magic iron of the fourth rank. No matter how well the test went, no rookie with no record could be placed above that without the guild master's approval.
He thought about the king's recommendation.
He'd said he would send word ahead. At the time, it had registered as a vague courtesy. Now, reading the structure laid out clearly on the page, he understood the weight of it better. He hoped it had gone through.
Not for the status of it, but for the practical reason that rank determined which quests he could take. He wanted to be able to pick up whatever work he wanted, really, not spend his first few weeks limited to whatever bronze-tier adventurers were allowed to access.
While he understands the rules are there for a reason, he was confident that he could kill just about any monster he would find out in the wild.
Outside of wave monsters, I doubt there are demonic dogs or some other monsters like that just walking around freely.
Tho he could probably find some dragon during his travels.
He honestly felt no desire in him to want to kill such a majestic being.
Sure, the kid in him wants to be called a dragon slayer.
But more than that, he would like to talk to a dragon if possible. An ancient dragon, who knows how long it would have lived for. What all things it may have seen.
I really wish I could find something like that.
But going back to the topic
The quest rules were on the next page. Members could take any quest at or below their own rank without restriction. Taking a quest above your rank required at least one party member whose rank sat no more than one level below the quest's requirement.
And if the gap between your rank and the quest was too wide, no number of party members would bridge it; the guild wouldn't allow it regardless.
That was reasonable. He moved on.
He turned the page.
There was a short section that appeared to continue the rank structure beyond platinum. He leaned forward slightly.
The words he wasn't able to make out what they said.
There were clearly ranks above platinum. Two, possibly three of them. He could almost make out fragments, half a word here, a prefix there but the full names stayed just out of reach.
Hmm, even tho I have learned this world language enough for everyday use, there are still things I need to learn.
He stared at the page for another moment.
I'll figure it out eventually.
He folded the pamphlet, opened a small rift in the air beside him, and slipped it into his inventory.
The receptionist came for him about fifteen minutes later.
He followed her through the short hallway at the back of the building. The door at the end was already open slightly, a thin thread of smoke curling out through the gap.
She knocked once, pushed the door open, and stepped aside.
He went in.
The office was larger than he'd expected.
Two sofas sat facing each other in the centre of the room, a low table between them. A desk was positioned near the far wall, large, organised, with several stacks of paper that suggested a volume of work he hadn't imagined a guild office would involve.
The guild master was already on her feet when he entered.
She was professionally dressed in a structured jacket with clean lines, a fitted shirt beneath it. Her hair was dark and neatly tied back in a way that was clearly deliberate, not a concession to practicality but a choice. Between two fingers, she held a thin smoking pipe, a line of pale smoke rising from the end of it.
If he had to guess, she looked to be somewhere around the age of 28, maybe more.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
"Well," she said, and there was something in her voice that was almost amused, not quite. "So, here's the mystery man who's been giving me a headache since yesterday."
She gestured toward the sofas.
"Come in, sit down. You're making the room feel taller just standing there."
He walked in and sat on the nearest sofa.
She took the one opposite, crossed one leg over the other, and lifted the pipe slightly.
"You don't mind, do you, sweetie?"
He shook his head.
She took a slow draw and let the smoke out at the ceiling, watching him for a moment with an expression that was difficult to read immediately.
She looks like a no-nonsense type of person.
Sweetie?
First the king calls me "Young" and now this.
It's not that I mind it particularly.
I am older than Itsuki, but I haven't heard anyone call him that.
He was starting to wonder if this was just how adults in positions of authority spoke to him in this world.
If there was something about his face that invited it.
Fantastic.
"All right," she said. "First things first. I went to the palace this morning. Do you know why?"
A line of text formed in the air between them.
The rank.
"Partly." She tapped the pipe lightly against the arm of the sofa. "I also had some questions about the Wave. Specifically about a certain individual's involvement. About what that involvement left behind on a cliff on the edge of Riyute." She tilted her head slightly. "Does that narrow it down for you?"
He thought about it.
I don't see what she is getting at.
I fought the monsters.
"You did," she agreed pleasantly. "Enthusiastically, from what I understand. The royal guard's report was very impressive. The Watch captain's report was also very impressed." She paused. "And then there was my crew's report."
Did I perhaps leave some monsters alive? Is that what this is about.
What did they find?
"Dead monsters," she said, and then waited.
He nodded slowly.
Yes.
"And?"
He considered.
…Not much else?
She pointed at him.
"There it is. That face right there, that's exactly the face I was expecting." She leaned back. "My cleanup crew went up that cliff to do what they always do after a large scale monster cleanup. You send people in while the bodies are still fresh, before they start to turn, you process them properly, and you bring back what can be used." She drew on the pipe again. "Do you want to know what they actually found?"
He waited.
Dead monsters? I have a feeling that if I say that, she might get mad.
"Chunks," she said. "Pieces. Parts that used to be attached to things and were no longer attached to anything in particular. Monster remains distributed across a very large section of the entire cliff in a way that my crew described as, and I'm quoting directly here, Looks like a few crazy adventurer teams went mad" She looked at him steadily.
"We're not unreasonable. We don't expect adventurers to fight monsters gently. But there is a general understanding that they try, at minimum, to leave something recoverable."
I didn't know.
She stared at him.
A long moment passed.
"You genuinely did not know that?"
No one told me that!!!
She exhaled through her nose. Not angry, exactly. Something more tired.
"Right." She stood, and he watched her cross to the desk and open a drawer. She came back holding a small, thin notebook, not many pages, the guild's symbol pressed into the cover. She held it out across the table.
He reached out and floated it across to himself.
"Read that when you have free time," she said, settling back onto the sofa.
"It covers how the guild actually operates. Not crap pamphlet we make for rookies . Where the money comes from, where it goes, why any of it matters." She pointed at the notebook with the pipe.
"The reason I'm annoyed with you is in there. Monster corpse processing is one of the ways we fund everything the loans we extend to higher-ranked members, the instructors, the records, the arrangements for members who don't come back from quests." She watched him tuck the notebook away.
"It's not widely known among lower-ranked adventurers, but anyone operating at a serious level tends to understand it eventually. You've been placed above that level from the start, so I'd rather you know now."
"Leave something recognisable, honey" she said. "That's all I'm asking." A pause. "Even if it's just the head."
A knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened. A young man, a different receptionist than the one downstairs, male, carrying a small tray stepped inside and set the tray on the edge of the low table between them. On it sat a single plate. He gave a short bow, received a small nod from the guild master, and left the way he came.
She looked at the plate, then at him.
"Silver steel," she said. "Eighth rank. Four above the normal rookie ceiling." She reached out and pushed the tray slightly toward him.
"His Majesty was very specific. He also sent a written account of the Wave and your role in it, which I read this morning before going to the palace. I had questions, as I said. I no longer have most of them." She picked up the pipe again.
"The remaining ones I'll figure out in time."
He reached forward and picked up the plate.
It was heavier than it looked. He turned it over once, then back.
It had his name on it, Nihilux. Other than that, his rank was also mentioned.
There was also space for age, but that was left empty.
A line of text formed in the air.
And if I lose this.
She looked at him for a moment, then at the plate in his hand.
"Any registered guild hall can issue a replacement. They'll verify your record through the network first. Shouldn't take more than a day, sometimes two, depending on the location." She tilted the pipe slightly. "Try not to lose it."
The network?
He wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Some kind of system the guild used to share information between halls across the country, presumably.
He nodded and put the plate in his inventory.
She took a slow draw of the pipe and watched him over it. "Don't embarrass the guild, don't destroy every corpse you come across, and try not to make my crew's life any harder than it already is in the next wave."
He nodded once.
She stood, which he understood as the end of the meeting.
He stood as well, plate in hand. He looked at it for a moment, then at the chain sitting on the tray that the receptionist had left. He picked that up too, turned both over, and put them in his inventory for now.
The guild master watched this with a neutral expression.
"Most people just wear it around their neck," she said.
I'll figure it out.
Something at the corner of her mouth moved.
"Good luck out there, sweetie."
He headed for the door.
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Narrator POV
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Shortly after he met with the guild master, Nihilux stepped out of the Adventurers Guild and back onto the street.
The afternoon had settled into that quieter stretch between the midday rush and the evening crowd. A few shops were beginning to wind down, owners leaning in doorways, stalls half-packed. He moved past them without stopping, hands in the pockets of his coat, his mind still partly on the meeting.
He was about thirty steps from the guild door when someone walked into his path.
He moved to the side without looking up.
The person moved with him.
He moved to the other side.
The person moved again.
He stopped and looked up at the person.
The person had full white plate armour, fitted and well-maintained, and a sword at the hip. A light blue cape that shifted slightly in the breeze. The symbol of the Church of the Three Heroes pressed clearly into the chest piece. The visor was down, which meant Nihilux couldn't see a face.
As Nihilux's eyes settled on him, the figure raised both hands, slowly, to about chest height.
Nihilux gave a small nod and waited.
The knight's posture relaxed slightly.
"Sir Nihilux." The voice was young. Earnest. "I apologise for stopping you like that. I wished to speak with you, my lord, if that's alright."
Nihilux looked at him for a moment.
Then two voices came from behind the knight at once a woman's voice saying something sharp and a lower sound that might have been a quiet laugh.
He looked past the knight.
The first was a young woman standing a few paces back. Dark blue hair, brown eyes, mage robes with the church symbol worked into the collar. On her head sat an oversized mage's hat, slightly tilted, that she didn't seem bothered by.
She held a staff loosely at her side. The shaft appeared to be some kind of silver alloy with a dark color, dark and dull in the afternoon light, and at the top, a deep blue gem was held in place by four curved hooks, surrounded by a cluster of smaller gems that caught the light differently depending on how she shifted her weight.
The second was standing a bit further back, mostly in the shadow of the building beside them. A lute hung at his hip. A bottle in one hand. He was wearing a heavy cloak that made it genuinely difficult to determine whether he was an adventurer, a bard, or something else entirely.
Nihilux turned back to the knight.
A line of text formed in the air between them.
I'm not a noble.
The knight blinked behind his visor. "Of course, my apologies, Sir Nihilux. I didn't mean to presume." He straightened.
"My name is Aldous. These are my companions, Vela, and Dorin." A slight gesture back toward the other two. "We were a day's ride from the capital when word came that a Wave was beginning. We rode hard to reach it, but by the time we arrived, it was already over."
"We had been dealing with a group of monsters that had been causing problems for a small village in the eastern mountains. We could not abandon them mid-quest."
He put one arm across his chest and lowered his head slightly.
"But we heard what happened. What you did." He looked up. "I wanted to thank you. Properly."
Nihilux looked at him for a moment. Then his eyes moved to the armour, to the symbol on the chest.
Are you a paladin?
Aldous shook his head. "No. I'm a registered adventurer." A brief pause. "Who follows the Church of the Three Heroes." He gestured back toward Vela and Dorin.
"The same for both of them. The church is not legally permitted to maintain an armed force, as per royal decree. We're simply adventurers who follow the teachings of the church."
Nihilux looked at the symbol again. Then at Vela. Then at the shape of Dorin in the shadow.
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They spoke for a few more minutes.
Aldous did most of the talking, with Vela cutting in twice every few mins.
She was most interested in learning about Nihilux.
Dorin said almost nothing. He took a slow sip from his bottle at one point and made a quiet sound that could have meant anything.
Eventually, Aldous mentioned that they would be travelling south of the royal capital in a few days.
And hope to meet Nihilux out there on the road.
An idea supported highly by the mage.
Unlike the energetic trio, Nihilux didn't think much of the entire encounter.
After all, he had been approached by many a noble and their servants in the market and the noble district, but he himself never paid much attention to them.
He gave all three of them a short nod. Stepped around Aldous.
And continued down the street.
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If once they know that in just less than 2 months they and Nihilux would be fighting for their very lives.
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Nihilux POV
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By the time he reached the south gate, the sun had dropped to that low amber angle that meant the day was almost done.
Somewhere around five, maybe five thirty.
The gate was still open it wouldn't close until full dark but the flow of traffic had shifted. Less coming in, more going out.
Merchants could be seen finishing their business in the capital and heading back to wherever they'd come from. A few adventurer groups were moving out as well.
Out for quests? Perhaps?
Many were moving, one of the many merchants.
Perhaps an escort mission?
He stopped a short distance from the gate and looked around.
He needed a ride south.
There was a port city on the southern coast he'd seen it on the map posted on the guild wall while waiting for the receptionist.
Big trading city, connected to an archipelago further out.
He looked at the horses hitched to the nearest cart.
Well.
I have no idea how to take care of a horse.
That was the truth of it. He had the money, which wasn't the issue.
But feed, grooming, and shoes, he was aware these were things that needed doing and had no further information beyond that. And riding.
He had sat on a horse exactly once in his life, at a fair, and the horse had immediately tried to walk into a fence.
So he wasn't sure he would or even if he should handle a horse.
There was a merchant travelling cart nearby with two large bird-like creatures hitched to it.
Filolials.
Apparently fast, good for long distances. And they seem quite popular as well.
Many of the merchants seem to have them instead of horses.
I also have no idea how to take care of those.
He turned away from both options and looked toward the main gathering near the gate. A large group of merchants clustered together, talking with what looked like a sizeable party of adventurers, probably arranging escort contracts for the road south.
Carts, wagons, a few loaded pack animals. He started walking toward them, thinking he might find someone heading the right direction who needed an extra hand.
And then he stopped.
He reached into his inventory, pulled out the plate, and looked at it.
Perhaps I could offer to provide protection for the merchants.
I'd rather not fly all the way to the port city.
"Excuse me."
He looked up.
A young man was standing in front of him. Mid-twenties, broad shoulders, dark hair. He looked like a merchant and seemed a bit nervous talking to him.
"Sorry to just walk up on you like that." He pointed at the plate. "Is that a silver steel plate?"
Nihilux looked down at it.
Yes.
The man blinked at the floating text. Then he recovered quickly, which was a point in his favour.
"Right, I'd heard about that. You're him, aren't you? You have been the talk of the city lately ever since this afternoon."
Nihilux gave a small nod.
The man's face broke into a pleased expression.
"Zarak," he said, extending a hand. "I run a small trading company out of Faubrey. Well, I say small." He glanced back over his shoulder toward the gate. "Five carriages. One of which is mostly my personal things, so really four and a half. But still."
"I must say you look different from what people were talking about your clothes."
Well, I did get new clothes for travelling.
Nihilux looked past him.
Five carriages were lined up near the gate, loaded and ready; two drivers were looking over towards him.
You're heading south?.
"Why yes, I am to the Port city", Zarak crossed his arms. "I've been trying to find decent protection for the road for the last two hours. The adventurers over there," he gestured toward the group by the merchants, "wanted a rate that would have left me eating the cargo instead of selling it." He looked at the plate again, then at Nihilux. "I don't suppose you're heading south as well?"
Nihilux looked at the carriages.
Looked at the gate.
Looked at Zarak.
What's the cargo?
Zarak blinked. "Fair question. Glassware, mostly. It's high-quality, commissioned pieces from a craftsman in the capital and also Faubrey. I mainly sell to nobles." He spread his hands. "Hence, needing someone who can handle a problem if one comes up."
Glassware.
So, if something did attack the caravan, he'd have to be careful not to turn everything within a thirty-meter radius into pieces.
When do you leave?
"As soon as you say yes," Zarak said,
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Author notes~~
I really need a beta reader or something else like that.
(Any of you guy want the job??)
i have had these chapter saved as a draft for 3 weeks+ now.
but i was just too damn lazy to finalize it. i rather make 3 more future chapter drafts. than finish my old work.
fuck
anyways
i was writing the nihilux fight with the dead zombie dragon. and i realised in my drafts i made nihilx too strong.
i mean the entire wave of catastrophe are suppose to last like what 2 years acc to the anime i think??
and god damn i was writing him gain a new power every other chapter draft so i am going to stop that and re-write that.
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a small spoiler ahead.
so i have a plan where i am going to make it that unlike the other hero's.
it's not that simple for nihilux to get home.
i don't wanna say anything more since i am still working on how to implement that i a way that will FORCE nihilux to go through a emotion arc, where he will realise that his dream of going home will take much much longer.
anyways it's still a work in progress.
and it's important for what i plan to do with nihilux after the wave's end, and he realise that this world no longer needs him.
so yeah.... it's still just a idea, just need to refine it. for which i do have a plan.
ALSO fuck crunchyroll
honestly FUCK THEM.
cause of them i had to spead a whole week trying to find a new anime site where i could watch rising of the shield hero season 1.
they are partially responsible why this chapter took so fucking long to make.
FUCK THEM. I HATE THEM.