"Arise, oh great hero, for your noble deed of slaying the foul monster that was– whatever the fuck that was... Anyway, blah, blah, blah, what is it that you seek:
Money
Power
Or is it beautiful bitches– I mean, the fairest of maidens for your pleasure"
While sweating profusely from the daggers being aimed at him, Natsuki's mind returned to the time after he had ended the misery of the old Collector...
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As he lay vomiting to the side, the old man came behind him, tapping his back, ensuring that he did not choke on the vomit raging forth from his gullet. "To be honest, I'd expected you to faint or shit your pants after killing someone for the first time. This is a much better development than I'd expected–"
"Expected? EXPECTED!? Do you know how it feels to stab someone with a sword!? Do you know how it feels to see someone's life ebb away, knowing that you were the one who did it!? Don't you know how it feels–"
"Enough Fujimaru Natsuki."
Voice cold, Vylara stepped forward, unable to bear Natsuki's tantrums any longer. "Kid, this is our line of work. What'd you expect, that people would 'magically' die and we'd just come and 'scoop' up the soul without dirtying our hands? Mate, most of our collections happen by ramming people with trucks and whatnot, and if we had any sentimentality left, the whole organisation would have collapsed by now. We know it's disgusting and cruel, but accept it:
Everyone's time will come, and whether we like it or not, when the time comes, we must accept to end them in whatever manner possible, even if we have to get our hands dirty
So stop whining like a little kid and grow up, we've got better things to do, like why on Aeronia was Kyrkz Scal turned into, urgh, whatever that was..."
Cheeks blushing crimson red, it finally dawned upon him that what he said might, might have 'upset' them. Seeing him stand all embarrassed, Scaramond cleared his throat, before addressing everyone before him. "Look, I'm all in for having the newbsie, but can we all discuss whatever the fuck the oldngotnsaid before he kicked the bucket: something along the lines of 'go search for a mountain' or some shit like that–"
"No, not 'a mountain'...
THE mountain
Last I checked, the people of this world were worshipping the mountain as their 'Lord's resting place'. But to do that, we need permission from the Church of Light. If only..."
Trailing off, everyone's gaze turned towards Natsuki, who was still busy moping around after the great chastisement. It was only when everything was quiet that Natsuki realised that something was terribly wrong.
Looking up, he found everyone staring at him. "What, why's everyone looking at me...?"
"Kid, here's what you're gonna do when we meet that fat bastard..."
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"Your majesty, if I may be presumptuous, could it be possible for me to request a meeting with her holiness, the great Saintess as my reward...?"
Everyone sat shell-shocked at the absurd request, before all hell broke loose, a cacaphony of curses raining across the great throne room at the ridiculous request...
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Braiding her hair, a blonde nun sat on a simple white chair, her mesmerising blue eyes glued onto a mirror as she cleansed herself in her daily ritual. Suddenly, she froze, before a large smile broke across her face.
"My hero, you've finally decided to come here to me..."