Juan was kicked out of the guild building by the female attendant.
A guild rank was not something that could be attained by beating down someone else with that particular rank. Only through a combination of reputation, credibility and skill could it be earned.
Attaining a silver rank seemed out of the picture since Juanâs name wasnât exactly a name with a credible reputation among mercenaries nor did he have time to accomplish some deeds to boost his fame.
ââŚâŚâŚMuch pickier than how I remembered them.â
Mercenaries in Juanâs memory were simple beings that were crazy for only money, women and booze.
Back then, it was a frequent sight, seeing ex mercenaries enlist in Juanâs army. They had been a naive systemless bunch, but it seemed many things had changed.
âAnyways thatâs that. How do I get to Drugal.â
The only thing Juan found out about Drugal was that it was a countryside town hiding somewhere in the Manas mountains.
An infamous rumor followed the townâs name.
In the past, a group that had been preparing to revolt against the empire were butchered after falling into a trap.
But soon following came a piece of news, that the remnants had a sizable treasure stashed somewhere underground. This story had mercenaries eagerly searching for the location of the treasure.
Considering that the indeterminate polyhydron was believed to have been found there, rumours of the treasure seemed credible.
The rumours ended there. For Juan, Drugal was a place heâd never heard of. He presumed that it was a land that didnât exist during his reign or it had been so insignificant that heâd never heard of it.
Time was of the essence and he couldnât waste it on finding a village deep in the mountains.
âHey you, black haired young master.â
He heard a voice from over his head.
From the second story of the guild building, a slender looking silver haired woman with a bobbed cut was smiling down at him from above.
On her back was a giant crossbow that seemed to be made from the horns of something.
âWhy are you looking for Drugal?â
âYou know where it is?â
âIf youâre looking to go there for fame or fortune then forget it. Thereâs nothing like that there.â
âSounds like you know the place well.â
âMaybe?â
The woman lifted her hair. Underneath her hair was what looked to be what was left of her ear which had been severed. The women giggled then continued talking.
âI got more thatâs worse underneath my clothes, but I wonât show you that in the middle of the day. I was lucky that the bastard who sneaked up on me was an asshole with an ear obsession.â
âYou got those wounds from Drugal?â
âYeah. Iâm one of the few that have returned from there not long ago.â
âCertainly looks like a dangerous place.â
âDangerous? Hehe. You really donât know much, do you. The one who took my ear was someone that I was confident in putting my back against.â
âWhat? Then why?â
âDonât know.â
âYou donât know?â
âI also want to know. All I can say is that land is cursed. From the several that departed with me, I was the only one who managed to return alive. I canât help but feel that I donât want to go back to that place. I couldnât care less about some treasure when your lifeâs on the line. Iâd say less than 1 out of 20 come back with some gold and riches upon going there.â
âItâs surprisingly more than Iâd expected.â
âAnd about four out of five that return with gold, find themselves lured back to that place. All in all, only around 1 out of 100 truly free themselves from the clutches of Drugal. Thereâs a reason why the guild has put a silver rank restriction for Drugal travel.â
The woman jumped down from the terrace. Seeing her swift movements and quiet landing, Juan then noticed that he was talking to an elf.
Because she was dressed in human attire and her ears cut, heâd been slow to realise. The fact Juan had been slow to see through the cover up made him think that it was enough to fool most people.
The elf woman circled around Juan and grinned.
âSo? Why are you trying to get there?â
âWhatâs it to you?â
âDepending on your answer, Iâll guide you there. Personally.â
Juanâs eyebrows twitched. He didnât really like the fact that heâd have to explain everything to her but something about a âcrazy elf womanâ occupied a soft place in his heart.
And plus it was going to be difficult trying to navigate his way to a hidden countryside village on a mountain range.
âIâm trying to kill someone there.â
The elf womanâs mouth turned into a âOâ shape as she clapped.
âWell, itâs the perfect place for something like that. I wonât ask âwhoâ as it sounds personal.â
âSo youâre willing to guide me there?â
âYup. If you pay the right price, sure. I am a mercenary afterall.â
Juan crossed his arm and sighed. He didnât care about having to pay but there was something about talking to this woman that made him tire.
âHow much do you want?
â10,000 gold leaves.â
The female elf was full of smiles as she answered. Then she quickly jumped two steps back away from Juan.
Juan had his hand on top of his dagger.
The female elf was still smiling brightly as ever as she shook her head.
âOooh, trying to cut my throat so suddenly!. Well, if you donât have 10,000 gold leaves then your head would be enough. Arenât I right, Mr 10,000 gold leaves? I know youâre the one that the church is so desperately looking for.â
Juan bleakly smiled.
âIâm not exactly trying to hide. Although it was strange to hear that they were still looking for a young boyâŚâŚâŚHow did you know?â
âLets just sayâŚthat Iâve got my connections that keep me up to date.â
The female elf giggled as she continued to speak.
âEspecially in Hiveden as thereâs lots of work over there. I heard a very interesting story from a friend. Though I donât know how a thirteen year old could have possibly grown into an eighteen year old, I know from my experiences at Drugal that there are things best left undiscussed.â
âIf youâre wanting my head, youâre free to try. I wonât try and persuade you otherwise.â
âAh, no no.â
The elf shook her head.
âI donât want to fight, Mr 10,000 gold leaves. How could I possibly be a match for a 10,000 gold leaf suspect.â
âSo then?â
âIâll be so kind to guide you to Drugal regardless if you donât have the money now. If you die, Iâll make sure to escape after I cut your head off, just like my ear. Iâll put it on the tab.â
âAnd if I donât die?â
Juan wasnât intending to die anytime soon, so he asked by pure curiosity. With a meaningful smile, the elf looked back.
âThen I suppose Iâd have to be content with that. So, are you willing to take me up on my offer?â
The female elf smiled wide as she held out her hand. Juan noticed the madness and chaos revolving inside her eyes.
For some reason, he was often being acquainted with crazy elves. But he didnât think this was a bad offer. Juan could never imagine himself dying in some place he hadnât heard of before.
âAlright.â
Juan nodded his head but refrained from shaking her hand. The elf awkwardly pulled back her hand and laughed.
âMy nameâs Swallen. Letâs try to be courteous on our way there, shall we? Mr 10,000 gold leaf.â
*****
Contrary to her loose way of speaking and weird behavior, Swallen was a gold rank mercenary, one rank higher than silver.
However, Juan wasnât surprised at all. He already knew at first glance that she was far more skilled than the person that heâd pummeled back at the guild building.
But one thing he found unexpected was the attitude directed towards Swallen.
Juan, who was not of silver rank, was allowed onto a carriage heading for Drugal without any questioning, and his horse had been sold for more than the market price. Furthermore, the carriageâs departure time had been scheduled forward.
Any favours that were to surely cause problems were glossed over after a murmur âwell itâs Mrs Swallenâs favor soâŚ..â
âWhat exactly are you?â
âA competent mercenary. Do I seem qualified to be with Mr 10,000 gold leaves?â
Swallen replied coolly then nudged Juan into the carriage. He suddenly found himself inside.
And so, Juan began his journey towards Drugal.
The wheels made a monotonous clattering sound. The view of the red wasteland steadily passed by.
Resting against the carriage window, Swallen was sleeping as if she was in her own bed.
The other mercenaries in the carriage were also sleeping. Mercenaries who often found themselves on the move, used a shared carriage to get to places. But Juan was disappointed with how fast they were moving.
He lightly kicked Swallen, waking her up.
âItâs too slow. Why arenât we going by horses?â
âThis is the right way to go. Mr 10,000 gold leaves.â
Swallen stretched her arms as she yawned.
âItâs crazy to try to get to Drugal with just two people. The roadâs complicated. Youâre more safe going there in a group on a carriage. So even Mr 10,000 gold leaves should better get used to a bumpy carriage ride.â
Upon hearing his guide Swallen retort in that manner, Juan had no reply.
âThen Iâll use this time to check my current state.â
Juan lightly checked the state of his mana heart.
When Juan had his body reconfigured back in Hiveden, the newly attained mana was acting separately. But now it was almost completely done fusing.
Inside was his original mana, Taltereâs blood, Grunvaldeâs grey cloak, and Nigratoâs mana as well.
For now, his physical body wasnât capable of holding everything. And though he was limited in how much he could hold, there were signs of improvement.
The mana that had been depleted during his spiritual transfers had largely recovered.
âProblem now is that my mana aura has changed.â
The convergence of these varying powers and his original mana had made his aura vastly different from how it was.
For example, Juan could now no longer use Taltereâs blood. That blood had been completely fused.
But if he wanted to, it was still possible to overdrive into the power albeit in a somewhat weaker state than before. This was the same for Grunvaldeâs grey cloak as well as Nigratoâs power.
It was fundamentally different to magic. And though limited, he now had access to those godâs unique domains.
But it was a different direction to the power he had as the emperor. Juan didnât know whether this was a good thing or not.
And of course Juan wasnât going to let himself lose initiative either.
These were beings that had lost their identity.
What Juan felt was simply a mi-nute concern. That if his mana continued to converge with different powers, then it would eventually change into something different to his original state.
âAnd to add to that, Iâm not sure what side effects it may bring.â
As the nature of his mana had changed, Juan didnât know whether this would cause reaction down the line when heâd eventually reclaim his corpse
Thinking that itâd be better to just keep monitoring his body for the time being, Juan kept a tight lid on his mana in order to handle it more proficiently.
*****
Two days had passed since their journey began to Drugal.
The carriage was overflowing with boredom as the surrounding scenery consisted only of dust and red wasteland.
The mercenaries earnestly waited for the carriage to stop so they may stretch their tired bodies.
Whenever the horses needed rest, everyone inside the carriage hurriedly made their way out for a breath and stretch.
But excluding Juan.
âUm, Miss Swallen.â
While everyone was loosening their cramped muscles, one of the mercenaries called out to Swallen.
âHuh, what?â
âSo uh. Who exactly is that fellow traveller?â
âWhy? Is he getting on your nerves? I thought heâd been rather quiet till now.â
âNo I mean, heâs been quietâŚâŚbut isnât he too disturbingly quiet? Heâs been sitting still with his eyes closed for two whole days. Except when heâd drink some water.â
Swallen flashed a grin.
âAnd the fact his hair is black?â
ââŚâŚ..I canât say that hasnât caught my eye. Yes. The others are also feeling a bit uneasy at seeing how heâs been acting.â
âHe wonât cause harm so just ignore him.â
The mercenary turned around with a dissatisfied look. Swallen turned her head and looked at Juan who was still calmly sitting inside the carriage.
Though his expression looked peaceful, she couldnât grasp what on earth was going through his head.
It was only natural to think that others would feel discomfort. Unless you went up close to him, it was hard to even tell whether he was breathing or not.
Swallen continued to stare at Juanâs face and then stretched her hand out towards his nose. Her finger tips had been about touch when Juan suddenly opened his eyes.
âSomeoneâs approaching.â
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