«rp» Fate's Eye [7/7] ~arc 3~

Roswaal sighed deeply. "You do anything, don't you? I must say.... I'm disappointed, Sphinx."

The noble turned a smile to Archibaud. "Let me teach you one thing. Never wait for an enemy magic caster to make the first move."

".....!!" Sphinx glared up at Juhel standing on the platform. "Hurry! Make them———"

The ability user looked down coldly at the Witch. "I hope you die."

"Al Goa."

In that moment, a wall of fire covered the entire section of the room where Sphinx and Juhel was in an instant———and disappeared just as fast.

Sphinx had raised an arm and had created a magical shield in front of her—— but the two copies beside her had disappeared. Carol looked up and saw the scorched corpse of what used to be Juhel fall back on the platform. She opened her mouth in shock.

"......! Al Jiwald!"

Sphinx screamed, and an gigantic sphere of light appeared in the air above the elf girl. From the massive sphere shot out multiple beams of light magic that shot down at the three of them.

 

".....yeah, I could tell 'cus I was watching, ya know?" The girl shrugged. "And ya couldn't possibly tell me that I can get wrapped up in a bigger mess than I am.....!" He shoulders leapt up, and she looked backwards like she was fearing something.

"How does he know where I am so quickly...... Agh! Whatever! You ol' hunter, lemme hide behind ya!!"

"Hey, wait...."

Ignoring Marcus's objection, the girl nimbly leapt on top of the hunter's shoulder and slid down behind his back. Right then.....

"Please wait, Lady Remilia! Where might you be running off to......!"

The smooth voice faltered in surprise, as a figure came into the five of them's views.

Rathius felt a tingling feeling go down his back; his instincts as a dragon started to make his body shake, for unknown reasons.

People called men like the youth coming out from the alleyway, a hero.

Vivrant red coloured hair, flowing like fire. A pair of electric blue eyes examining the scene in front of him. With his tall, thin figure, he stood straight while in his Royal Knights uniform and wearing a blue cape. A golden scabbard was attached to his waist, a symbol of a dragon carved out on its hilt.

He narrowed his bright blue eyes at the five of them standing on the street.

The Knight amongst Knights, a lineage of the «Sword Saint».

People would know his name even if it was their first time laying their eyes upon him.

Alexander van Hestiria. That was the youth's name, as they understood instantly.

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The boy crouched lower. "Allow me to avenge the death of my younger sister." He said coldly, then pointed the object in his hand— a black metal tube with a handle and a trigger— straight at James.

A short spark went off from the object in the boy's hand, and so at the same time came the explosive sound.

"....!" Angela gritted her teeth and directed her tornado at the bullet just as it was fired, making it go off course and crash into the wall.

James widened his eyes and leapt back, understanding that he would've died if it were not for Angela.

As the youth dodged the Fula cast by Angela with refined movements, he lifted his other arm—which was armed with the same object he held in his other hand.

Another shot fired— and this time, the bullet curved slightly in the air by Angela's wind, but shot straight past James's neck. He felt a sharp pain explode on his side, and blood trailed down his left shoulder— the bullet had grazed upon his skin.

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"Alexander van Hestiria, isn't it? What is a Royal Knight of your rank doing here?" Rathius asks with crossed arms.

 

I spin my scythe to absorb the light

 

Marcus looked Alexander over for a bit, then pretended to look around for this "Lady Remilia".

 

Roswaal Art.
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"Yeti, can you make some shields for us?" I ask him, still looking at the boy with the guns
I turn to him "We can have a look on that if I get some time"

 

".......I have seen your face in the reports...... Rathius Tinzel. You are currently one of the kingdom's most wanted criminals– and there is an order to kill on sight." Alexander said, narrowing his eyes.

The Sword Saint scanned the faces in front of him. His eyes widened in shock upon seeing Alice.

"Diabel. Can you explain the meaning of this.....?"

"Alex......" Diabel looked at his fellow knight. "They were telling the truth. The «Witch's Order» exists; and now, an even bigger threat lies beneath the Royal Capital." The blue-haired knight said; and Alexander seemed perplexed.

"And...... this lady here? Who is...." The youth turned his eyes to Alice.

".....My name is Alice. Just Alice. I'm a Candidate for the 42nd Ruler of the Arcuntar Kingdom."

".....! May I see your insignia." Alexander said, bowing slightly.

Alice widened her eyes, then pursed her lips. "I lost it; it was stolen."

Alexander frowned sadly. "Then I cannot take to word what you had just said. I am sorry, but I must...."

"Alexander. You, shut the hell up."

Stepping behind from Marcus, the blonde girl showed herself. Glaring at the Sword Saint, she pointed a finger straight at the red-haired knight.

"I forbid you from taking any of them from here to the castle. It's an order." She said curtly, her former atmosphere of a poor street girl completely gone.

".....but Lady Remilia, as a knight serving the Kingdom, I must...."

"Is your duty following those damn hard-minded Elders to every word, or serve me as my knight!"

Alexander stared at the girl– Remilia— for a few seconds, while she stared back with a fierce look. Slowly, the knight shook his head.

"I apologise, Lady Remilia. I understand your orders."

"Keh." Remilia spat, turning her face away from the knight with a slightly disgusted look.

 

Marcus chuckles a bit, smiling.

 

A black aura emit from the Scythe as the mana from the Light magic gets sucked into Izanami.

"...! How annoying pests..." Sphinx growled as she glared at Archibaud.

"Don't say that about them, will you~? They've been a lot of help until now." Roswaal said—then spread her arms. "Goa. Fula. Dona. Huma."

Cracks formed on the ground beneath the sorcerer, and fireballs, ice crystals and wind blades appeared all around her.

Sphinx stayed silent, staring at Roswaal, Archibaud, and Carol alternately. The witch finally returned her gaze to Roswaal.

"My main objective is you, in the end. I must have your companions excuse from this battle."

"Try, witch." Carol growled, pointing her sword at the elf.

Sphinx stared coldly at the blond knight, then raised her hand.

"Al Limak!"

Blackholes appeared on the two sides of Sphinx. Roswaal narrowed her eyes playfully. "Oh~? What might you be teleporting~?"

From the two blackholes, two figures rose. They were obviously both demi-humans.

One was a snake-human with green scales and yellow slanted eyes. He wore a baggy purple cloak-like uniform, from which his small hands and feet showed. A long thin tail frailed behind his back. He held a tall double-bladed glaive in one hand, one as tall as he was.

The other demi-human was a large giant man. The large man had four arms; two coming out of normal places, two from behind his shoulders. He had rough, bluish skin, as well as a ridiculously bulky body. He wore metal armour over his bare upper body, and held greatswords in each hand.

"....Yes. These are heroes from the Demi-Human War whom I have kept with me for many years now. It is a shame I could not get the Giant, Cromwell, but these two are good enough. Let me introduce them: Libre Fluemi, the hero who brought together the many demi-human tribes together and united them under a single banner. And Gragur of Four Arms; as you can see, a multi-armed tribe who painted the warfield with human blood during the war."

The two demi-humans did not react, and Archibaud understood why. Their eyes were completely empty—they were corpses, turned into puppets by Sphinx's spell.

 

"Say, Lady, you said you saw us at the bottom of the river right? Why didn't you help us?"

 

"Can do."
I star forming a bunch if shields that float in the air (and that I can move around with my mind).

 

"What are ya sayin'? How could I've helped ya if you floated in the middle o' a river, swim up there with a boat or somethin' and pull you up, huh?" Remilia said and walked right up to Rathius, poking his chest repeatedly. "Are ya dumb, or somethin'?"

"Hey...." Rathius growled, annoyed.

Remilia turned right away, facing Alice. "Ya said you were a King Candidate, righ'? Tha' makes us rivals, I guess." The young girl grinned. "My name's Remilia. I hope ya got guts to go against me! Aha!"

"Wait, then you are...." Diabel widened his eyes.

Alexander smiled. "Yes, Lady Remilia is the Fourth Candidate for the 42nd Ruler of Arcuntar Kingdom. And I am her sworn first knight." He said proudly, while Remilia looked away, making a peeved face.

Alice grasped her fists together. "Alright, Remilia. I'll do my best."

"Heh. You'd better find that insignia o' yours for starters." Remilia said back. Alice widened her eyes and muttered, "Oh, right."

"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but can we continue our chat somewhere inside, maybe? We're gonna catch a cold if we stand here all wet." Marcus grumbled, water dripping from his heavy pelt.

Alexander turned to his master. "Lady Remilia, shall we take them to Lord Rom's...."

"Aaaaaaaah, ya don't have to tell me, Mr. Sword Saint. Come on, follow me, y'all!"

Remilia waved her hand, trotting off towards down the streets.

***

It was a large worn-down tavern-like building where the party stopped in front of.

"Wai' here." Remilia said curtly, then hopped up towards the door. She knocked on the door three times. After a few seconds, a deep voice grumbled; "Password?"

"Eat shit!" Remilia shouted, and kicked the door open. Standing aside from the way, as if he'd knew that Remilia would do that, was a giant man whose head could barely be seen through the frames of the door. The man peeked from the door at the scene outside.

"Oi oi, Remilia, you've taken many guests with you today, aside from your knight...... who might them be?"

"Don't sweat the small stuff, Gramps. You'll die early!" Remilia laughed, slapping the old man's back roughly.

"You're saying that to a man who's too old to bother counting his age, li'l girl?" The giant man grumbled. "I gave up when I reached one hundred!" He said, then turned his head to the six of them outside.

"Good evening, Lord Rom." Alexander bowed slightly.

".....young one of the Hestiria Family. And you? Who the hell are you?" The old man who was called Rom turned to the rest, narrowing his eyes at them.

 

"Marcus."
He grumbled, still having to deal with the weight of his wet pelts.

 

I walk behind James' shields, keeping the circle of wind around us strong.
"Okay let's see this arm of yours" I tell him

 

"Rathius Tinzel, A member of the Royal Guards."
He hold out his hand to shake that of the giant man.

"It is a pleasure."

 

"Gah. And you?"

"My name is Diabel Karsten, Member of the Royal Knights Brigade. I'm an old acquaintance of Alexander here."

"My name's Alice. Just Alice."

"........."

Rom narrowed his eyes at the young elf girl half-hiding behind Alice who did not speak up, but snorted and turned. "Alrigh', none of yer names sound evil. Come in."

"That's a really bad joke, Gramps...." Remilia followed the giant man inside, then waved to the others to follow.

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"Here." Rom placed a glass cup in front of Remilia on the counter table; she took it and downed it in one go.

"Hey, you've watered down this milk, didn't you! It tastes horrible!" Remilia shouted and lifted her cup.

"Eeey, shut up, brat. You're making my ears ring!"

"That's because you're old!!"

As the ruckus went on at the counter, the others were sitting around on the tables of the bar-like space, warming them up with Diabel's fire spirits floating all around.

Old-Man Rom—who seemed to be of a demi-human of the giant race— provided them with paper and pen, and now all of them were crowded around the elf girl, who was trying hard to write with a pen she seemed unaccustomed with.

Letters were being written down on the paper.

"L-i-e-n-y-a..... you're name is Lienya?" Alice read out, and turned towards the elf girl, who nodded.

 

"Well, it's good to meet you Lienya. Hope we'll get along nicely."
He lays his upper half of his body down on the table, tired.

 

"The wound's shallow, it should be fine." Angela muttered after examining James's wound. When they noticed the gunshots had stopped, and the youth in cloak was standing silently.

Kayde retreated backwards towards them two. He had been blocking the bullets with his shield until now.

Angela widened her eyes. "Kayde, what's with your eye...."

"My eye?" Kayde touched his face; his left eye was turning yellowish in colour.

"That's almost like Roswaal's....." James was saying, when—— the ice shield shattered.

Clang!

"....!" Kayde had lifted his sword up just as the bullet shot through the shield, its blade deflecting the tiny metal ball just in time.

"......all of you are so strong. No wonder Megan and Day lost to you." The youth said in a dark voice. His black eyes glinted from beneath his hood.

Kayde stood up, lifting his shield. "Your weapons.... those are guns from Vorkir, isn't it?"

The boy met Kayde's eyes. "You're right. They are weapons which fire metal balls with help of fire spirits." He said, lifting the two guns in his hands.

"....but they should have terrible accuracy. How are your shots so accurate?" Kayde growled.

"Why, do you think?"

The boy pulled back his hood— and revealed a red circle of light floating in front of one of the boy's eye.

"An ability....!" Angela gasped.

"«Bullseye»—my ability lets me hit my mark with anything I throw— be it daggers, arrows, or even guns." He pointed one at Kayde— and fired.

"...!" Angela strengthened the wind in front of the knight—but the bullet still went towards Kayde— as if the ability user in the cloak had calculated the wind as he shot.

But at the same time, as the gun fired, Kayde was already swinging his sword— which hit against the bullet and deflected it off. The impact unbalanced him slightly, but he already had his shield in front of him when the next two shots fired.

Kayde gritted his teeth. "I can defend, but I can't attack! I'm leaving the rest to you!" He shouted to Angela and James.

 

"«Bullseye» huh? I guess I could say the same about my ability." I say jokingly.
I ready an arrow in my string, then I pick up a pace and shoot three waves of Fula and him, then I aim my arrow to his neck.