Chapter 55 - Are we the baddies?
- Uhh, anyone else checked outside the Shadow Tyrant’s city? @udarase (Realmer)
↪Manager’s abode, are those heads on stakes? @reticular (Realmer)
↪Good riddance, heard those guys took the entire city hostage. @Yoaluea (Realmer)
↪I thought the Shadow Tyrant was kid friendly! What the hell? @Uresteard (Realmer)
The duo traveled the seemingly endless forest for over an hour, they were making good pace and had caught up to nearly every scout that had fled the encounter. It was likely that any other scout they’d missed wouldn’t get to the army in time. Both of them were realm two [Rogues] while the scouts were realm one at best.
“Can you slow down?”
Valee was breathing heavily, like she had been trying her best to keep up but had finally realized she couldn’t keep up the pace. Ryan just frowned.
“It’s only been an hour, we can’t have that much of a physical gap.”
She huffed, looking annoyed. “You have a damned Epic at the second realm. There’s already a noticeable difference when ninth realm adventurers get an Epic. You think it’d be any less at lower realms?”
“Huh.”
Ryan knew that, eighth realm adventurers with Epics would be a bit stronger and faster than those without, but it wasn’t an insurmountable difference. Though if it meant it was noticeable at that realm, and if it was even remotely near linear… Maybe he was operating at a higher speed than a normal realm two after all.
“Heh, snowballing.”
“How old are you?”
He coughed.
“It’s an inside joke okay?”
They jogged at a slower pace for a few more minutes.
“What was that back there with your Epic? Did you level it up mid combat?”
“No–wait, maybe maybe not. I’m not explaining, none of your business.”
“Well if we’re working together I should know about your abilities.”
“Nice try.”
They took another breather as they reapplied some of their remaining health potions on their wounds. The orc girl looked at him suspiciously.
“You’re not built like an elf.”
“I know, I went ham on the customization, didn’t you?”
Valee was a half elf that had thrown away her original species to be an orc. Now that was a rare choice for a woman. She had kept characteristics of her original face while adapting to some of the more wideset jaws that orcs had. Ryan didn’t judge, orcs could get significantly different class offerings that had unique skills of their own.
She clearly had a build in mind with her bladed tonfa attachments.
“No, I kept mine mostly the same as what was offered. This look works better anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“None of your business.”
Ryan didn’t push it. He was actually trying to figure out how he was supposed to act around her. On one hand he was supposed to be some sort of dastardly Artigan. On the other hand? He was kind of really happy he had someone to talk to that wasn’t himself.
He was happy to throw away the ‘Artigan’ mystique until he saw her look at his way then glance away instinctively.
Oh, his Epic was still working on her. Right.
“Well, we should get going. Don’t want to miss out on all the action right?”
“You’re planning on fighting?”
“Of course, the Trial objective says to make them flee,” he didn’t miss how she was distinctly trying to look at the scenery around him, “I wonder what the result would be if we killed most of them instead.”
A new completion objective was added to the list.
| Ensure that both armies lose more than half of their combatants.
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