Chapter 33
Zeth sat at the wooden table, facing the three people who had been trying to kill him just one night ago.
“I’m Rosalie,” the woman in plate armor said.
“Uh, it’s nice to meet you,” he responded.
She stared at him. “...And you are?”
He bit down on the inside of his mouth. Should he give a fake name? Would that even stop them from tracking him down? Surely, giving a fake name would only make them suspect him more, right? He had to respond quickly, so he just said, “Oh, I’m Zeth. Sorry.”
“Uh-huh,” she responded, continuing to look at him intently.
“Well, I’m Erza,” one of the robed men said, holding out a hand to shake. He was dressed in cool blue cloth that looked just as well-crafted and expensive as the plate armor Rosalie wore. His blond hair was shaggy and unkempt, contrasting with his well-maintained robes and the polished staff in his hands. From the looks of it all, most of the objects on his person were magic in nature. Zeth even noticed the staff, his robes, and some items on his belt were letting out some sort of strange, otherworldly glow. He stared at the items, trying to parse out what was causing it.
Erza cleared his throat, and Zeth looked back up at his face. He was wearing a curious expression, but it shifted back to a polite smile after a moment. He nodded over at the other man sitting across from him, who wore white robes, with short, plain brown hair and a much simpler appearance overall. An indifferent expression rested on his face. “That’s Alfon.”
Alfon nodded to him, laid his head down on the table, and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep.