The room was simple a wooden table with chairs lined along in the middle Ainz taking a seat you and Nabe sitting alongside him the men sitting opposite looking at them they rather appear to be under the age of twenty, but still this career has hardened them proof in that they sit wide apart enough to pull their weapons out
???: Before we begin discussing the job, let us introduce ourselves.
The one dressed as a warrior speaks up
Peter: I'm the leader of the Swords of Darkness "you focus on all their attire" Peter Mauk, that fellow over there is the yes and ear of our team the ranger Lukrut Volve.
The leather-bound ranger gives a nod in acknowledgment
Peter: next is our magic caster and brains of our group, Ninya the spellcaster.
Ninya: please to meet you.
He must have been new to the job his skin pale in comparison to his tan comrades his facial features though could confuse anyone appearing androgynous in shape
Ninya: but Peter can you stop using that embarrassing nickname.
Peter: eh, but it's a good one.
Ainz: you have a nickname?
Lukrut: he's a talent holder, and a genius magic caster.
Ainz was curious at the notion of a talent holder only hearing about them from three of the captives from Neuronist's report simply rolling your eyes as Narberal give a small unnoticeable smear
Ninya: nothing much just that I happened to have a talent pertaining to that field.
Once more Ainz showed interest leaning in, you much didn't care most people were born with abilities called talents much like martial arts back in Yggdrasil which you've yet to use since coming to this world some people had the capability to sue their talent to benefit themselves, but some weren't usually lucky one of those who was lucky is Gazeff Stronoff while you two never fought you can figure who would win between the two of you
Lukrut: I think his talent had something to do with studying magic and he only took four years to master what should've been eight years I'm not a magic caster so I'm not sure how great that is.
Ninya: I'm really lucky that I was born with this ability, because it allowed me to take a step closer to my dream without this power I would have ended my days as a lowly peasant.
Peter: well, no matter what you're still a famous talent-holder in this city.
Ninya: still there's people more famous than me.
Lukrut: the leader of Blue Rose?
Ninya: that person too, but I was talking about someone within the cities.
???: you mean Bareare!?
Ainz: and what sort of talent does that person have?
That was mistake on Ainz's his thirst for wanting to know more of the world and to strengthen Nazarick getting the best of him though before he could come up with an explanation the other side came up with on
Peter: I see, the reason we don't know who you at all despite that stylish full plate, noble friend, and beautiful companion is because your not from around here, am I right?
Ainz: indeed, that is correct in truth we've only arrived here yesterday.
Peter: oh, so you wouldn't know then he's a famous person in this town, but he's probably not that famous that distant cities would know about him.
Ainz: yes, I've never heard of him before if you don't mind could you tell me about him?
(Y/n): 'who cares about some lousy kid with some dumb talent'
You mentally bang your head against the table dying of boredom as Ainz tries to dig for more information
Peter: his name is Nfirea Bareare the grandson of a famous herbalist his talent allows him to use any magic item not only can he use scrolls of a different spellcasting system from himself, but he can even use items made by the non-human races even items restricted to those of royal blood shouldn't be a problem either.
Now you were interested hearing about someone who could use any kind of item you wondered if he could use your Holy Moonlight should you ever find it again it being restricted behind one of your classes that only nine players back in Yggdrasil could hold
(Y/n): whispers" we could enslave him as a weapon like that old fictional robot skeleton race did to their gods.
Opposite to him Narberal spoke to him
Narberal: whispers" I think that person is dangerous.
Ainz: whispers" I know coming to this city was the right decision.
Peter: Momon, is something the matter?
Ainz: oh no, don't worry it's fine speaking of which could you tell me about your last friend?
Peter: yes, he's a druid Dyne Woodwonder, he uses healing spells and magic that controls nature and he's well versed in herbal lore let him know if there's anything wrong with your body he has medicine that's good for stomach pains.
Dyne: pleased to meet you.
This man didn't look as young as the others especially with his bushy beard, but supposedly he was
Momon: then it's time for us to introduce ourselves she is Nabe, he is Huntsman, and I am Momon pleased to meet you.
Lukrut: whispers" such a cool nickname.
Peter: does your friend ever speak?
Ainz: he does around me and Nabe.
They get even more uncomfortable at the sentence as you stare blankly past them out the window
Peter: well, pleased to meet you.
D/N/L: pleased to meet you.
Peter: wonderful I hope we'll get along then Momon just address me by my first name "Ainz nods" right, while it feels a little wrong to get to business so abruptly we should probably start discussing the job as for that the truth is what we're asking you for doesn't really qualify as work.
Ainz: that mean...
To dissolve your confusion he speaks up again
Peter: this job is to hunt the monsters that appear around town.
Ainz: clearing out monsters, huh.
(Y/n): 'that appears easy enough'
Ainz: what sort of monsters will we be exterminating.
Peter: Ah, we're not exterminating monsters after hunting monsters the city council will pay us a reward based on their strength what do they call it where you come from, Momon?
(Y/n): 'FARMING!! uuuuugggghhhhh.'
Dyne: this is something we have to do to make a living.
Lukrut: for us it's making a living, but what we do also reduces the danger to the surrounding people the traders can come and go in peace and the country can collect its taxes all in all it's a way to earn money without anyone losing out.
Ninya: nowadays most countries with guilds do this, but five years ago this sort of thing was nonexistent it's quite surprising.
They begin chatting between each other Ainz deciding to stay quiet listening to their conversation on how the kingdom's economy worked
Peter: it's all thanks to the Golden Princess, long may she live.
Ninya: she proposed a policy through that would waive taxes on adventurers although it never got passed.
Lukrut: oh, to think she paid so much attention to adventurers.
Dyne: indeed some rulers would treat armed organizations who were not loyal to the country as enemies even the empire isn't so generous.
Ninya: that princess sure is brilliant coming out with all these great proposals...although almost all of them were shot down.
Lukrut: I want to marry a beautiful girl like that.
Peter: then shouldn't you work on getting ennobled?
Lukrut: ah no way no way, I couldn't live a stifled life like that.
Ninya: I think being a noble's not bad after all the Kingdom pretty much allows a noble to trample the peasants and do as they please.
(Y/n): 'hm maybe this world isn't that bad after all...just like home.'
Lukrut: Uwah, that tongue of yours is still so vicious you really hate nobles don't you?
Ninya: I know that some nobles are honorable, but my big sister was taken away by that pig I hate nobles.
Lukrut: how is it Huntsman the noble life, have you courted women?!
Your eyes glare at him Ainz speaking for you
Ainz: his noble line is dead.
That awkwardness arrives once more from your adventurer's edgy backstory provided by Ainz
Dyne: ...We're getting sidetracked here! we shouldn't be talking about this sort of thing in front of our comrades, Momon, Miss Nabe, and Huntsman I apologize on his behalf.
Peter fakes a cough bringing the attention back to him
Peter: and so we'll be searching for monsters in the nearby region we're close to a developed region so the monsters shouldn't be too strong does that displease you, Momon?
The next few minutes were spent talking about the job and the monster that you would be killing in the forest GAWBLINS, then next some battleplans, and lastly pay for completing the job
Peter: however when the monsters appear I hope you three will take half of them as well we can only use spells of up to the second tier so when we factor your abilities in that division of the money seems quite logical.
Ainz faked thinking for a bit
Ainz: I have no problems with that arrangement then let us fight shoulder to shoulder also since we're working together, I guess I should let everyone see our true faces.
Ainz nudges your shoulder removing his helmet surprised your yellow eyes widen seeing his real face, but his hair is black like Narberal's, following his lead you take of your cap revealing your black hair pulling down your scarf noticing Ninya blush in your direction
Peter: ...Black hair like Nabe, so you wouldn't have been born in this area I've heard that in the south people like you three are commonplace... did you come from that region?
Ainz: yes, we have come her from a far away land.
Lukrut: whispers" they're older than I thought, they're probably in their late twenties.
Ninya: whispers" hey, that's rude.
Dyne: whisper" two warriors on par with a magic caster of the third tier should be around that age.
Lukrut: Miss Nabe's pretty amazing too.
The bane of every man's existence...being called old though in a world where your an adult at the age of sixteen does that to you so in their eyes you and Ainz were pretty old...still hurts though
Ainz: I'll be covering my face up after showing it to you there might be trouble if other people know we're a foreigner "Ainz puts his helmet back on as you place your cap back on pulling your scarf back up" since we'll be hunting together it would probably be good to get questions out of the way at this point do you have anything to ask me?
Lukrut: me! "seeing no one else have questions he asked Narberal" what kind of relationship do you three have!?
Your dragon claws formed digging into your chair Ainz didn't quite understand his question Lukrut's companions did as Ainz answered
Ainz: ...we three are companions.
Rushing to her side Lukrut gets onto one knee
Lukrut: I've fallen for you! It's love at first sight! please go out with me!
Ainz turns his head down to Nabe as you lean forward to look at her
Nabe: silence inferior lifeform learn your place before speaking again, or should I rip your tongue out of your head.
After her firm rejection Ainz tried to speak, but is interrupted by Lukrut
Lukrut: thank you for the firm rejection! then let's start as friends!
Nabe: die inferior lifeform how could I possibly be friends with you or do you want me to gouge out your eyeballs with a spoon?
The two leaders stand up from their seat bowing apologizing for their comrades demeanor soon the group finally begin to move leaving the room to get rations for the job though when you leave the room there is more adventurers before, but there attention was towards the blonde lanky teen talking with one of the receptionist girls with a surprised look she turns to Ainz
???: there is a job here asking for you by name.
Narberal stood in front of you two prepared to strike the kid down as curious as you were to find out what would happen you karate chop her head enough to disengage her as she turned her head back to you with tear filled eyes pulling her into your chest stretching out her hand whispering into her ear silent apologies
Ainz: and who is this person who has asked for me by name.
You roll your eyes easily telling who had requested him
???: that would be Nfirea Bareare.
Nfirea: pleased to meet you I put out the job, actually this request-
Ainz: my deepest apologies, but I've already made an agreement with someone else for a job so I cannot accept your request right away.
You barely knew the kid's reputation, but you shared the same shudder that the whole guild just felt at Ainz rejection of his job
Peter: Momon! he asked for you by name!
Ainz: that may be so, but should I not carry out the job I've been requested to do earlier?
Peter: However... our job is hardly a request if we don't meet any monsters there won't be any pay to speak of.
(Y/n): 'NO MONEY!! Satoru take the kid's offer!!'
Ainz: ...then how about this Peter? Bareare has not told me about the job's details, payment, timeframe, and such I will hear him out and make my decision then.
Nfirea: I'm all right with that of course though I'd like to finish it quickly it can wait a day or two.
Ainz: then please allow my friends from Swords of Darkness to be present during the job briefing if the negotiations fall through I would like the privilege of carrying out my previous task first.
Peter: eh, Momon is it all right for us to come with you?
Ainz: of course I hope you will be part of the discussion and provide your opinions.
The Swords of Darkness agreed and the whole group returned back into the room they just left returning to your original seats Nfirea taking a seat one spot away from you just like before the job was described your two parties would be bodyguards for Nfirea as he went into some woods next to the village you saved a couple days ago though you and Ainz were still cautious someone hiring your group just because they could pick a person up with just one arm was suspicious nonetheless you took the job
The route that would be taken to Carne would be the one closest to the forest Ainz chose it because he wanted to still fulfill the Swords of Darkness first job though you would not enter the forest only travel alongside it so all you had to deal with where low level creatures it didn't concern them much anyways Ainz had Nabe demonstrate her power using a lightning spell and having you use a fraction of your speed to prove a sense of merit in your party just in case though you three discussed your emergency plan should it happen Nabe would cast a fifth tier spell if that failed you and Ainz would go all out ignoring pretense
You and Narberal made eye contact nodding to her Lukrut took it as a different sign decides to move closer
Lukrut: it'll be fine don't worry things won't be too troublesome as long as we don't get ambushed and nothing will escape my eyes and ears when I'm in charge I'm great aren't I, Nabe?
Narberal: Momon, may I have permission to pulverize this...inferior lifeform?
You silently chuckle knowing how much Narberal's opinion on humans pained him when you three needed to be undercover silently rejecting her
Lukrut: ah, Nabe graced me with her cold words!
Nfirea: It'll be fine in truth the region from here to Carne Village is the territory of the Wise King of the Forest therefore we shouldn't meet any monsters unless our luck is very bad.
Ainz: the Wise King of the Forest.
You remember when Ainz shared the information he learned in Carne village with you of course you droned off halfway through it seeing as the latter was pointless land formations, but you recall the Wise King of the Forest supposedly some furry beast with a snake tail...you would skin it if you encountered it
Lukrut: Well then if we complete this mission perfectly I wonder if my lovely Nabe's affection towards me will go up a little more?
You roll your eyes in annoyance as Narberal clicked her tongue in disgust half an hour into the journey and everyone was sweating due to the sun now at its highest peak fortunately Ainz being the undead he was didn't sweat and you thanks to your racial levels enjoyed the sun feeling more energetic about the day though so was Lukrut which did bring your mood down a little
Lukrut: It's okay guys you don't have to be so alert after all nothing escapes my eyes and ears even Nabe trusts me look how relaxed she is.
Narberal frowned at his attempts sensing that she would really kill him you put your hand on her shoulder calming her down Lukrut taking notice
Lukrut: huh, so it looks like you and Huntsman really are lovers?
Narberal: h-his lover! what are you saying!? that should be Lady Albedo!
Your yellow eyes widen in shock of her words slightly flickering back to their original color Ainz quick to fix the issue
Ainz: you! what are you saying, Nabe?
Narberal in fear of what she's done covers her mouth Ainz coughing and without the cheerful tone he's adopted speaks in his Overlord monotone voice
Ainz: Lukrut, could you not make baseless speculations?
Lukrut: ah! sorry about that it was just a joke, but does that mean you have a significant other already, Huntsman?
No one noticed it, but you had grown a couple feet they were too scared to realize that you now matched Ainz height as you glared him down it wasn't his fault though and it also wasn't Narberals it was yours for thinking about Narberal's views on humanity as just a joke that caused this small dilemma you patted her back easing her worries sake she revert to her true form out of fear luckily she only said Albedo's name and as far as they were concerned you already dressed as a noble so the Lady part probably meant she too was noble
Peter: Lukrut, don't talk nonsense and stay alert.
Lukrut: got it.
Peter: Huntsman, I'm very sorry for my colleague's rudeness we know that prying into other people's private lives is taboo.
You simply nod looking to Lukrut who mumble to himself something about losing the small nonexistent chance he had with Narberal
Peter: that idiot! I'll scold him after this I pray you will pay no heed to what he just said.
You give him another nod of assurance
Peter: We'll make him work hard for the trouble he's caused you.
Peter smiles at you motion your head to Narberal he nods walking off looking towards Ainz you give him a thumbs up as he moves upwards taking Dyne's place next to Ninya
(Y/n): Nabe...if you could.
She whispers her spell the world going silent the singing birds, the clinking of your armors, and the clopping of the horse all except for your footsteps
(Y/n): I am not ashamed.
Narberal: but you should Lord Gier, I've failed you.
(Y/n): well I don't see us in combat.
Narberal: what?
(Y/n): as far as they know Albedo is just some noblewoman I am to marry.
Narberal: there is no need for you to make excuses for me my Lord I have disrespected you.
She grabs her sword, but you quickly appear in front of her grabbing the blade bleeding upon it before it completely leaves the sheathe
(Y/n): if your going to kill yourself in order to prove your loyalty do it in battle, to commit suicide like this is a bigger disrespect to me than breaking my trust.
Narberal: yes, my Lord.
(Y/n): I forgive you for the first time next time I won't be so kind.
Narberal: yes, Lord Gier.
(Y/n): thank you, Narberal.
The noises of the world return just as Lukrut spots something
Lukrut: movement.
Peter: where?
Lukrut: there, over there.
He points to a corner of a forest squinting your eyes you do indeed spot movement seeing ogres and goblins you walk into the grass fields stretching your legs and arms preparing for the combat Ainz and Peter discussed the battle plans walking towards you with Narberal in tow the SoD running off to fight
(Y/n): so, what's the plan?
Ainz: we are to bait, lure, block, and then attack.
(Y/n): that old trick
Ainz: yes, we are to wait on the druid to immobilize the ogre then we attack.
(Y/n): all out or...?
Ainz: I need you to limit yourself Huntsman I too wish to test my power.
An ogre roars being trapped in vines ripping itself free it begins to charge stopping your stretches you join Ainz walking towards it casually as the horde got closer pulling your longsword as Narberal pulls her straight sword out Ainz branding his two great words the SoD look in awe of Ainz wielding the two beefy swords even the goblins get scared choosing to run around to fight the SoD only the ogres dared to attack him dashing towards it Ainz slashes the beast as it sprays blood from it's wounds
Some of the goblins take interest in you, but they stop in their tracks staring at you while not like their cousins the Kobolds who worship your kin they still knew a dragon when they spotted one not wanting to blow your cover you dispatch them as quickly as possible joining Ainz in the killing of ogres the SoD look in awe Ainz cutting through them through brute strength of his swings while you swiftly cut through each one you sheathe your sword a locking mechanism clicking pulling both the sheathe and the longsword turning into a great sword cutting through them you two stand in front of the last one through silent words the ogres understands roaring it drops it's club opting to run away instead
Ainz: Nabe, now!
She runs around you two shooting a spells
Nabe: [Lightening]!
The spell shoots out her finger piercing right through the ogre hitting the one that was entrapped in vines earlier walking past her throwing your sword on the ground smelling the burning blood of the ogre only to be stopped by Ainz grabbing your shoulder gulping down your own spit desperately thirsty for blood
Ainz: remember Neuronist collected that blood for you from those spec ops.
You open your coat pulling a vial biting into it glass vial and cork feeling the blood pool down your mouth
Time skip
It was far from dusk, but everyone wanted to set up camp early everyone had to do something to pitch in for the work you were tasked with feeding the horse so you were lucky as you grabbed some stored hay throwing it on the floor for the horse to eat laying down on a log near Nfirea cooking bringing your cap over your eyes listening to nearby conversations as they praise you, Narberal, and Ainz
Peter: would you like if me and Dyne to take care of your sword, Huntsman?
Narberal: no need I will.
You smirk under your cap guessing what she probably is thinking letting someone like those two touch your weapon as Narberal grabs your sheathe easily holding the metal sheathe in her arms taking the sword out Peter and Dyne look at your weapon in awe studying over the design that of a dragon descending among an army of solider
Dyne: your sheathe is exquisitely designed Huntsman did you make it yourself?
Narberal: Huntsman makes all his swords.
Peter: wow you must teach me someday I would love to make a sword that doesn't crack, may I.
Narberal: Huntsman doesn't trust many with his swords only me, and someone of your intellect wouldn't understand the mechanism behind it's complexity.
(Y/n): 'hey, progress.'
Dyne: ah yes, it could switch between a straight sword to a great sword, marvelous.
The sun soon hit the horizon enjoying the meal that Nfirea prepared as the SoD ate their meals Ainz looked down at his looking at you scarfing it down not rubbing your face of any left asking for more already on your third bowl he returns to his bowl feeling remorse at not being able to enjoy the dishes of the new world thanks to his skeletal body they take notice
Lukrut: is there something your scared of eating?
You stop eating looking at him as he figures how to answer the question
Ainz: no, it's just a personal matter.
Ninya: is that so, then you don't need to force yourself right? although we're eating now, so you could take off your helmet?
Ainz: it's a religious reason I can't eat with more than four people on a day I take a life.
Dyne: Oh... that's an unusual faith you follow Momon still the world is large and religions like that aren't particularly strange.
It appeared that in the new world talk of religion was very complex deciding to change topic he asks them for the origin of their group's name
Ainz: I recall your team name is Swords of Darkness, but I don't see a black blade among you?
Lukrut: Ah, so it's that kind of question.
You never realized before, but it was true that even though half of the used bladed weaponry none of it was black which couldn't be hard changing the color of a blade was a simple as rubbing colored powder on it
Dyne: they're the swords of Ninya's dreams.
Ninya: come on that's enough, I was just being childish.
Dyne: that's nothing to feel bad about! it's important to have a great dream!
Ninya: give me a break Dyne, I'm serious.
They laughed at his embarrassment you three with Nfirea confused on the matter of the inside joke
Peter: Well, the name Swords of Darkness refers to the swords borne by one of the Thirteen Heroes.
Narberal: What are they?
Lukrut: Nabe, you didn't know? well, it's not as though it's unforgivable he was one of the Thirteen Heroes, but because people thought he had demonic ancestry, he ended up being more of an anti-hero instead therefore his origins were covered up in the saga of the Thirteen Heroes... though I've heard that he was a very powerful person.
Ninya: the Swords of Darkness belonged to the man known as Black Knight it was one of the four swords he possessed there was the demonic blade Kilineyram which could emit dark energy, the blade of rot Crocdabal which inflicted wounds that would not heal, the fatal blade Sfeiz which could kill with the merest scratch, as well as the evil blade Hyumilis whose powers are unknown...
Narberal gave an unenthusiastic oh, which made everyone smile bitterly though Ainz thought to himself trying to figure why those sword's ability sounded so familiar and that's when it hit him Shalltear could use those abilities as she had cursed knight levels beyond that he recalls that you were a fully maxed cursed knight, but because you barely spent any points into mana you were limited on the amount of spells you could throw from the class still using you as a base he measured the Black Knight's strengths to yours and their capabilities to defeating a demon god coming to the result that you could beat the Black Knight even with out your Holy Moonlight
Ninya: ...so finding those swords was my first objective there's a lot of legends about weapons out there, but some of them have been proven to exist the thing is that the existence of the Swords of Darkness is still a mystery-
Nfirea: Ah, there's someone out there who possesses one of the Swords of Darkness.
The group turns on him after dropping that bombshell of information
Peter: who, who's that!?
Lukrut: uwah! really? so that means there's only three left!
Ninya: oh, that means we won't be able to distribute them evenly to everyone now...
They begin discussing amongst each other Nfirea giving the name of it the blade's new owner an adamantite class adventurer leader of Blue Rose making Ninya write it down in their journal
Lukrut: still, we have That.
Ainz: what's That?
Peter: this, Momon "he takes out a knife the scabbard embedded with four jewels the blade being black" before we discover the real thing, I planned to use this as the party's symbol.
Lukrut: still, Blade of Darkness would work just as well as Swords of Darkness, right? come to think of it it's not as though it's a fake it'll make the perfect symbol of our group!
Dyne: oh, Lukrut's making sense for once!
They returned to chatting about other topics outnumbering you they asked you four questions Ainz answered them to the best of his abilities even without that much knowledge of the new world, Narberal gave precise answers leaving no room for confusion simply giving up on talking with her, Nfirea being a native of the new world did fine, and you kept your edgy silent badass appeal answering with silence or grunts starting to enjoy your disguise
Ainz: well, you seem like a chummy bunch are all adventurers like that?
Peter: I should think so after all adventurers are colleagues who face death together it'd be dangerous if they didn't understand each other and what they planned to do, o somewhere along the way adventurers end up being quite close to each other.
Lukrut: indeed after all we don't have any women in our team I heard that parties with women tend to have a lot of arguments.
Ninya: yeah...
You give a silent chuckle remembering some of the Guild's female members primarily your sister in law Yamaiko who denied you having a a personal maid yet again you weren't kind when you asked saying that you wanted a slave, and then that spiraled into real world politics being the kind hearted teacher she was believed the real world's inequalities were wrong and you being the crooked greedy cop stated against her that some people had to serve people like you those who were fortunately born into wealthy families
Ninya: and if there were Lukrut would be the first to raise questions after all our group has a very clear objective, right?
Ainz: just like that it feels completely different when everyone is of one mind.
Ninya: hmm? Momon, were you in an adventuring party before?
Ainz: We probably didn't count as... adventurers.
They took his somber answer and let the matter drop the silence though would be too much and Ainz looked to the star-filled sky
Ainz: when I was still a weakling a paladin of pure white with sword and shield in hand saved me through him I met four more comrades and so we formed a team that numbered six people including myself after that we met three more weak people like ourselves and we ended up as a team of nine people "you smile remembering the story having heard it from all the original members" they were all excellent companions a paladin, a swordmaster, a priest, an ass- a thief, a two-sword nin-a two-sword thief, a sorcerer, a chef, a blacksmith...they were all irreplaceable friends we had countless adventures together, and even now I still haven't been able to forget those days.
Ninya: I'm sure you'll find companions like them again someday.
Ainz: That day will never come..."his change of tone startled everyone even you as he stands up" ...forgive me Nabe I'll have my dinner over there.
Momon leaves the main encampment you motion Narberal to follow him
Nabe: then I shall go too.
Peter: really... well, if it's a religious matter then it can't be helped.
Ninya: ...I think I said something I shouldn't have.
Lukrut: it seems like something happened in their past.
Dyne nodded before Peter could speak you cut him off your voice giving them chills from hearing it for the first time tipping your cap over your eyes again
(Y/n): there were more of us than just nine...
Peter: I should've guess they were all wiped out I've seen that sort of reaction from people who lost all their friends in battle.
(Y/n): yeah..., but their gone now...all thirty-nine of them...
They share a solemn expression to hear your mighty party reduced to three members
Lukrut: that... must be hard to bear even if we're used to walking the edge of death together, losing a friend is still...
Dyne: that's right Lukrut the words spoken just now were not the best that could have been said.
Peter: well, what's said cannot be unsaid therefore we need to do something that makes him change his mind about those words.
Ninya: I know what it's like to lose someone, so why didn't I put myself into his shoes?
(Y/n): cheer up kid, it was a long time ago.
You feign sleep while it was a while ago, they were your greatest friends and saying that hurt you even if you and Yamaiko fought you two were the greatest friends you married her sister, you and Touch Me would dual for the title of strongest swordsman in the guild Takemikazuchi occasionally joining into the fry, Tabula's talk of eldtrich lore with Ulbert's demonology, Amanomahitotsu disdain for your original armor, and Whitebrime's infatuation with maids constantly ranting Maid uniforms are justice! there are so many fond memories that you cherished that were made in the guild that you understand Satorou's pain when he snapped at Ninya
Peter: hey, Huntsman "You lift your cap eyeing him" I forgot to say this earlier, but your fighting styles are very graceful yet powerful enough to cut through an ogre in half...how do you do it?
In truth it was because you had so many class levels under the warrior category that your swings dealt so much damage, but it was also that you had many points dumped into speed and agility that your swings appear graceful when your actually swinging as hard as you can opting for a simple answer
(Y/n): I am Huntsman, I hunt monsters for a living kill enough and you know where to strike efficiently work hard enough you can be as powerful as Momon, or graceful as I.
Peter takes your words to heart smiling at him sensing the mood Nfirea asks the SoD about your origin believing that asking you would be too personal still it did annoy you
Nfirea: have you seen what Momon looks like under his helmet?
(Y/n): if you need answers "you sit up removing your cap pulling your scarf off revealing your whole face" you merely need to ask Nfirea, though don't expect me to answer all of them.
Peter: to answer your question Nfirea yes we have he looks like an average person... though not one from nearby they all have black hair "he points at you obviously your hair black" and black eyes except Huntsman, but we believe it's his noble blood.
Nfirea: Is that so Huntsman if you mind me asking which country are you from?
(Y/n): 'shit what did they say we look like southerner?' South.
Nfirea: okay then "not wanting to pry any further he continues" I was just thinking that if you came from a distant country you'd use different potions than what was available in the surrounding region it's just my curiosity as a herbalist talking.
You thought in your head whether or not to share your potions with him while they weren't that different from the main ones produced in the guild yours was made with blood to help quench your buffs
Peter: I see I was correct you three are from the south well yet your looks are worlds apart I try not to be rude, but he doesn't look handsome at all compared to you.
(Y/n): don't worry he knows that between us I am the preferable specimen.
Dyne: I'm sure Huntsman your gracefulness adds to your appeal and strength, I'm sure there must be countless girls throwing themselves at you.
(Y/n): I'm sure they are.
You understood basic law of nature that of survival of the fittest if you couldn't provide a woman would never desire you
Lukrut: ah, don't tell me my feelings will never bear fruit.
Ninya: nah, it's impossible I don't think there was even a flower to begin with.
Lukrut: nonsense in any case, the important thing is to keep pushing and pushing and pushing eagerness is the key "you mentally bang your head against the flat of your sword" Sides, she's a super hot girl, right? If she's just a little bit nicer to me, it'll mean I've won at life.
You decide to play on his feelings with Narberal joining Ninya in his teasing maybe knock him down a peg or two
(Y/n): Lukrut, I doubt my sister would ever consider choosing you.
He begins to fake cry tugging at your coat forcing a smile to hid your anger at him grabbing your coat
Dyne: oh, so you and Nabe are related Huntsman.
(Y/n): yes, we joined Momon in hopes of reinstituting our noble lineage guess that's why you might find me and Nabe so attractive I understand she's very beautiful, but unless you're a noble your never getting anywhere near her.
Lukrut: please Mr. Huntsman give me a chance...
Nfirea: ...she does look very pretty...
You look down at him as if he didn't hear a word you said Dyne questioning him first
Dyne: Nfirea, is something wrong?
Nfirea: ah no, it's nothing...
Lukrut: oh "he lets your coat go sighing in annoyance" what, you're in love with Nabe?
Nfirea: of course not!
(Y/n): let the poor kid alone you moron, think before you talk next time your making him uncomfortable.
Nfirea: no, it's not like that well... I'm just a little uneasy... would you really be that popular?
Before you answer Lukrut does it for you
Lukrut: looks aside he'd be a hit just going by his strength alone plus Huntsman's a noble meaning he's wealthy just by clothing and weapon alone.
He looks saddened a shadow forming over his already hidden eyes
Peter: is something the matter?
Nfirea tries to respond, but he stumble over his own words it takes a few seconds before he formulate his sentence
Nfirea: um...it's because I don't want to let the person I like in Carne Village fall in love with Huntsman.
You begin laughing at his secret failing to realize Lukrut be punched in the stomach by Peter for trying to teach him his 'amazing' technique
(Y/n): you have nothing to worry Nfirea, unless you've forgotten I am already spoken for I have my lady waiting for me back home.
Nfirea: Albedo, correct?
(Y/n): yes, that is correct.
He finally smiles at your reassurances that you wouldn't try to steal his love listening to he pained wheezing of Lukrut
Peter: say, your very charismatic for a silent person, Huntsman.
(Y/n): I guess it's the least I can do for Momon's outburst know he did not mean it's just a sensitive topic.
They nod as you wrap your scarf around your face bringing it up to your nose placing your cap on your head to actually sleep this time