Lament of the Slave

Chapter 13: A Coward or a Warrior

I can't deny that I was a little disappointed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Thanks to the tail and wings, you have a good balance. You generally have a good balance, but above all, your tail works well as a counterweight to heavy weapons. A war hammer would probably be too much for you, but you have enough strength for greatsword or battle-axe."

"Aha ..." I sighed, defeated.

My idea of ​​fighting was not to smash my enemies' heads with a hammer or cut off their heads with a greatsword. Who used big axes besides lumberjacks? The only ones I can think of were the Vikings. Maybe I should braid my hair, paint my face with colors, and go on an expedition to pillage and plunder.

"Something you don't like, Grey?" Tenderfire asked me.

I looked at her. "I hoped that other weapons would be suitable for me. Ma'am."

She laughed. "Just because a greatsword is best for you don't mean you have to fight with it. You wanted to hear the opinion of an experienced seeker and adventurer, that you dislike it is not my problem. How you deal with it is your problem."

"You're right. Ma'am," I told her, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "What other weapons would be suitable for me?"

"Hmm." Tenderfire snorted, stretching her neck. "I'm honestly telling you to give them a chance. They are not suitable weapons for dungeons or cramped spaces, but you won't find many in the labyrinth. Being a [Slave], you have the sufficient strength needed for these weapons. But after all, the final decision is up to you.

"You pay me for my opinion, for my recommendation. You've heard it, but I can recommend others. I don't see any problem with that," Tenderfire shrugged, knowing full well that was what I wanted.

I tried my best puppy eyes. "Please."

My puppy's eyes, lowered ears, and wings pressed to my body had a completely different effect than I wanted and expected.

(ding) Master's Lover reaches lvl 4

This skill confused me again. Why did it get level-up right now? From what Zoe told me, I have to be attractive to others to gain experience in this skill. Hmm ... maybe I looked like a puppy. I liked puppies. They were adorable.

"Cute ..." Tenderfire whispered, almost inaudibly.

What? I wouldn't have heard her if it hadn't been for my big ears. To my displeasure, thanks to them, I heard even if someone farted on the other side of the hall full of people. Mostly I tried to push these sounds out of my head, to ignore them. But there were just two of us here now, and I didn't miss that whisper.

Did she really think I was cute? It was nice, but not something I wanted people to think about me. I straightened up, raised my ears, spread my wings, and cleared my throat.

"What other weapons do you think would be appropriate for me, ma'am?"

Tenderfire showed no emotion when she frowned at me. "Besides a battle-axe and a greatsword, I would recommend a Katana complete with a Zashi, or a small forearm shield."

Yay. I rejoiced, trying not to express my emotions. As always, I was betrayed by a tail that swayed happily from side to side. I wished it was Katana. I was a little taken aback by the name of a smaller sword, which to my knowledge, was called Wakizashi. But that aside, the very existence of these swords gave me hope that I could get back to Earth. If these swords were on Eleaden, it meant that someone from Earth had already been on this planet, in this realm. They might have got back to Earth. I just hoped they left a message with instructions on how to.