Allen opened his eyes up slowly from a bright light shining down upon them. It was like the first light of dawn peeking through window blinds. He was dazed but oddly calm as he observed his surroundings. He was in a silver metallic chamber that had every surface in it etched with exquisite murals depicting grand battles waged by titanic figures.

That chamber was spacious and the entirety of it was filled with these murals. The view of them was breathtaking for Allen. He traced his fingers along the carvings and wondered if he would ever be able to draw anything as impressive as they were. His eyes wandered upwards at the walls that curved together at the only source of light in the room high above Allen. It was much too bright for him to make out what it was.

He also noticed the other oddity in the room. It was some sort of stone object ensnared by wood that curiously grew out from the metallic floor. Upon walking closer, he realized that the object was a large stone halberd engraved with numerous runes.

Absentmindedly, he reached for the weapon.

“Are you really sure you want to grab that?” A voice echoed through the chamber with no discernable source. It sounded like it came from a young woman.

Allen’s hand hovered in the air for a moment. The question seemed less like a warning and more like an inquiry of genuine curiosity.

“It’s my dream so shouldn’t I be able to do anything I want in it?” Allen asked back at the disembodied voice.

“So you think all of this is just a dream? Your imagination must be very impressive indeed,” the voice echoed again.

“You’re telling me it’s not?” Allen's hand dropped to his side.

‘I’m getting tired of not being able to tell dreams from what’s real. I don’t even have dreams normally.’

He figured this had to be a dream. He had no recollection of coming here nor any trace of familiarity with the place. Not only that, his clothes and body were both seemingly perfectly intact. From the last thing he could remember, they were both decidedly not that. This being a dream was the only reasonable conclusion.

“I never said that this was not a dream since it is, at least partially. ”

“So what parts are the dream and which aren’t?”

“Where we are is not a dream but you being here is,” the voice specified.

“What does that mean exactly?” Allen inquired disgruntledly. He was getting fed up with the cryptic statements.

“You tell me. It isn’t my dream. What’s the last thing you can remember?” The voice replied haughtily.

‘She’s really snarky for someone I can’t even see. Just where is she speaking from?”

Allen sighed. “I was in a fairly bad shape. Well, no, that’s actually an understatement. It’d be more accurate to say I almost died.”

Allen went on to further explain the events leading him here, including meeting Nera and fighting Harpe and Hache. He also told her about him being slashed through by Hache’s ax and that he somehow managed to heavily damage the armored warrior. His memory was foggy from that point onward, but he vaguely recalled the Harpe and Hache retreating and Nera helping him walk away. After that, he had no idea.

The disembodied voice seemed to be in contemplation for a few moments, but Allen had no way of knowing that with no physical cues to pick up on. Eventually, after several lengthy seconds, they spoke up.

“I see. You learned that the Underworld is a realm where lost souls on the edge of life and death wander. You should be able to piece together what that means for your current situation.”

Allen’s eyes widened and he felt his heart begin to race. He clenched his fist tightly then unclenched it. He was trying his best to remain calm.

“Great, I managed to get out of here alive and then wind up right back in the Underworld, and this time I don’t have my real body with me. How long until I get back?”

“That depends strongly on how fast you’re able to recover. You could get back to your body in a few minutes or a few days.”

The last word sent a chill down his spine. The fear of being trapped here for days squeezed his chest tightly.

‘Just how long could I spend here in this empty room without losing my marbles? Not to mention I can’t even see if that girl, Nera, is alright. Having to spend days waiting to find out would turn this dream into a total nightmare.’

He slumped to the ground.

'If she's not okay, then what did I risk my life for?'

Allen exhaled slowly to ease his panic and brushed off the cold sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. Despite this body being illusionary, it was exceptionally lifelike. Allen wondered how his real body was faring. He did not want to wait forever just to find out anything. He was determined to do something.

“Hey!’ Allen looked up at the ceiling defiantly. “Since you’re some kind of Underworld spirit, I figure you’d know some stuff about the ‘Grim Reaper Trial’, right?

“I do know of the Grim Reaper, but I have never heard of a ‘Grim Reaper Trial’," the voice responded frankly.

“Then, what do you know?”

“I’ve answered many of your quandaries already. If you want more of my knowledge, you’ll have to give me something in return.”

“So that’s how it is.” Allen stood back up to his feet.,”Fine, I’m down for a fair trade. How about I give you some info about the outside world as compensation? I figure you don’t get out much.”

“I would accept that," the voice answered almost reluctantly.

“Alright, tell me something you want to know from me and then you’ll have to tell me something I want to know.”

“It’s a deal then. Now, inform me of the current status of Atelier City’s relationship with the world outside of it.”

“Hmm…” Allen scratched his chin in thought before divulging what he knew.

“From what I’m aware of, Atelier City is outside of the country’s normal borders. It’s a somewhat independent area which gives it the privilege of deciding who can get in as well as managing itself almost completely on its own. Until recently, only a small number of people were allowed to enter the city. That was until ‘The Night of Rising Stars’. " Allen looked up at the ceiling towards the room’s one light. He was in a daze as he recounted that scene of shooting stars.

“Continue." An impatient command echoed through the chamber.

“Right, now where was I? Oh yeah, ‘The Night of Rising Stars’ was a publicity stunt by Atelier City to signal an announcement that they would be changing their policies and allowing non-residents to enter the city in large amounts. But, most of the people they would let in would have to participate in an annoying program where they had to join one of the city’s art groups and help out with whatever artistic crap the city wanted. That’s how I got in and that’s pretty much all I know about the situation.”

There was another long pause from the voice after Allen finished his explanation. If she was surprised or not by it, he could not tell.

“So that’s how it is now. That was worthwhile to hear. Very well, go on and ask me your question.”

‘She’s being sure not to give anything away by her response and she’s only going to answer one of my questions for certain. I gotta make sure I make that count,' Allen pondered what he should ask.

“Why is the Grim Reaper holding this trial?” Allen finally questioned.

“That question is invalid.”

“Huh? Didn’t you say you’d tell me what I wanted to know?”

“Yes, but that is not something I can answer, because the Grim Reaper is not the kind of person who would hold such a pointless ritual.”

“Then who is behind it?”

“I can’t answer that either since I don’t know who it is. I already stated I wasn’t aware of the trial.”

Allen groaned loudly as he pressed his hands against his face.

“Alright, maybe you’ll know this. What are the Grim Pieces?”

Allen noticed that Nera appeared to be aware of what the Grim Reaper was but even she seemed clueless as to what the Grim Pieces were or why she would have one.

“The Grim Pieces are nine components of the Grim Reaper’s power that give them significant influence over the very framework of the Underworld. There are nine of them and each one is connected to the nine realms of Norse mythology: Niflheim, Helheim, Svartalfheim, Musepeleheim, Midgard, Alfheim, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, and Asgard," the voice stated nonchalantly.

“Those nine realms…are you saying they exist somewhere in the Underworld? What exactly kind of power would that give the Grim Pieces?”

He was answered by silence either because the voice did not know or simply did not feel like answering, he was fine with both possibilities since he figured he had plenty of time to find out with his luck.

Instead, he again raised his hand to the stone halberd.

“Might as well try to rip this out of here while I wait.”

“If you manage to do so, you may be able to leave sooner rather than later.”

“What?” Allen was bewildered by the sudden declaration.

“That is an ancient artifact with mysterious powers. It might be able to free you from your predicament, but I doubt you’d be able to obtain it.”

“Hmph, are you saying that just because you’re some kind of spirit meant to protect it?”

Allen had heard of those types of things in various legends.

A hollow laughter reverberated through the metal walls and floor as if to mock him.

“No, I’m nothing but an observer. I would actually be overjoyed if you were able to take it from there. For I’ve been curious about what would happen if someone were to do so for a long, long time. However, I don’t have much belief that you have the qualities necessary.”

“And those qualities are..?”

“The qualities of a champion.”

“A champion…” Allen retracted his hand back somewhat before moving forward once more. “...nah, that doesn’t sound like me at all.”

“So you’re willing to test your character despite that?” She loftily prodded.

“It’s not about that. I’m just curious too.”

Allen firmly grasped the handle of the stone halberd and pulled.

It remained completely still.

Allen pulled with even more force, but it did not budge at all. He grabbed onto it with his other hand and tried ripping the weapon out from its restraints with all the strength he could muster. He tried different angles along with using all the techniques and tricks he could think of. However, nothing made the artifact move a single millimeter.

He must have been trying to retrieve the halberd for a long amount of time before he finally collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Large beads of sweat were dripping from Allen’s face onto the silvery floor, and he was breathing heavily.

“You expended a lot of energy for mere curiosity," the voice taunted with a tone heavy with disappointment.

“Shut up. I just had to make sure, that’s all. Things might’ve gone differently if I had my real body," Allen rebutted.

“No, they wouldn’t. Your form now may be nothing but an astral projection but it still has a presence. If you truly had the caliber necessary, you would’ve been able to retrieve that halberd as easily as picking up a pebble from the ground. You’re nothing but an ineffectual passerby.”

Allen gritted his teeth at that last remark.

“I don’t think it’s fair to judge me based on that.”

“Not everything is fair in this world.”

“Of course not, fairness isn’t an absolute, it’s the goalline." With those last words, the room turned silent as Allen looked up to the ceiling with his eyes wide open not feeling a bit of exhaustion. As he expected, he would not have even sleep as a reprieve from what was already a dream.

What felt like an eternity of agonizing minutes passed by. Out of boredom, Allen lifted his hand to the ceiling where the light shone down. He began to curl his fingers into a fist as if trying to grasp it. His hand exploded into a dark mist.

Allen screamed in shock as the rest of his body began breaking down into dark mist as well.

“Hey! What’s going on!?” Allen called out to what he thought was a spirit once more.

“You’re getting your wish. You’re going to your body. Although, I can’t say what state it’ll be in when you get to it," the voice announced sardonically.

“...I guess that’s a good thing then,” Allen said more to himself than to anyone else while his body began to be enveloped by even more darkness. It now covered his arms and legs as well as most of his torso as it crawled up to his head. It was like spiders crawling all over his skin. He could not help but lean his head back as if trying to avoid the squirming darkness.

‘I can’t leave here looking so pathetic. I gotta think of something.’

“Before I go, I just want to say that I’m not going to let some dusty old rock decide my worth. I’m gonna prove it for myself, soon you’ll be hearing my name all the way here in the middle of nowhere!” With these last words, his body completely faded into dark mist, and then that disappeared soon without a single trace.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

The chamber was now seemingly empty and devoid of anyone else, but the voice still resounded.

“What a dull man.”

***

Allen woke up startled and drenched in sweat. He was dazed and confused as he looked around the unfamiliar room he found himself in. The blinds were completely closed but he could still make out a hint of his surroundings as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

"Where the hell am I?"

He racked his brain trying to recollect what happened prior to him falling asleep and was jarred as the memories began violently rushing back towards him. The fog, the monster, the ax wielder, and mage, all of the events of that night were all coming back to him, especially, one thing in particular.

"Nera...She must have brought us here after the fight. Now, I just gotta find out where that is exactly."

Allen twitched as he noticed his hands were now bandaged. Allen examined further to find that a large portion of his arms, torso, and legs had been heavily wrapped as well in white bandages. He did not feel any trace of pain as well.

"Wherever I am, at least they have pretty thorough first aid," he commented dryly to himself.

He inspected the room once more now that more light was filling it from the rising sun. It did not appear to be any sort of medical office and it also did not look like a room of a house where someone actually lives due to how sparsely furnished it was.

He was sitting upon a flat mat with a thin sheet over him and a single pillow where his head had laid. Next to him were his wallet, phone, necklace, and the odd trinket he had found the other day. He slowly picked them all up and put them in his pockets one by one. That was when he noticed something was already in one of his hands. A small cylinder covered in purple fabric.

He tried strongly to recollect where it came from but instead remembered something else, his time going to the Underworld for the second time while he was asleep. Unlike his first time going there, that instance actually did feel like a dream. He pondered if it would be better to just dismiss it as one before deciding to mull it over later. He finished gathering what was next to him, including putting the cylinder into his pocket.

Along with this, Allen took a moment to look fondly at the trinket before putting it away.

He then looked around and saw that the walls were decorated with depictions of tundral landscapes. There were two shelves, one next to the window with various boxes in it that seemed to be filled with tools and machine parts, the other was in front of Allen and had plastic cups strewn throughout it with each one having a different country flag such as Spain, Denmark, Brazil, and so on. Perhaps one of the oddest objects in the strange room was what looked to be a yellow robot penguin perched on top of the plastic souvenir cup shelf.

"It must be because it's so dim in here but it really looks like that toy is glaring down on me." Allen voiced out loud.

Almost immediately, the mechanical penguin's grimace grew and it launched itself from the top of the shelf directly towards Allen, beak first. Alarmed, Allen quickly caught the penguin in its air blitz and haphazardly tried to hold onto it as it furiously attempted to peck at his face with its beak.

"This is so unfair! Why do I have to wake up to this mechanized monstrosity trying to peck my face off while I'm still recovering from my battle wounds!?"

There were many things that Allen would have rather been greeted with that morning as a reward for his heroic deeds. Especially now that he knew magic and magical beings existed.

"Hot nurses, maids, elves, or even a homely but still cute witch would've been better than this!" Allen yelled out vehemently. While this was occurring, the door to the room slowly creaked open.

"Is that so? It's unfortunate to say, but we don't have anything like that here I'm afraid." This was spoken by the man with brown hair and light brown eyes dressed in what resembled a highly customized train conductor's outfit with a pocket watch adorned on the vest he was wearing. He was currently leaning in the doorway with a belated smile on his face.

"Good morning, I'm-"

"Where's Nera?"Allen interspersed before the unfamiliar man could finish his sentence.

The man did not seem annoyed by this though and appeared as if he had been expecting that to happen.

"Figured you'd be quite worried as well. The first thing she did when she awoke was to check up on you. Nera's on the roof."

Allen sighed, relieved to hear that she was okay.

"Of course, it'd be some precarious place like that."

"I'm going to see her now," Allen announced before getting up to his feet, holding the squirming robot fowl in one of his arms.

"Before I go though. Where are we, your house?"

"Affirmative, this is also my place of business, Trinkets and Treasures, an antique and machine parts store. Not at all a hospital as you've probably already noticed, but she probably brought you here because it was the closest place you could get treatment of any kind. There’s someone here who’s fairly good when it comes to medical aid."

"Yeah, in the condition we were in. There wasn't much time to get that far."

"Indeed, more specifically, we are in their room which is why they're so angry at you right now," the man elaborated, pointing at the mechanical penguin Allen was holding., “However, they had the courtesy to wait for you to wake before enacting their revenge."

"That's a strange design for an A.I. even for Atelier City," Allen remarked in a judgemental tone.

He then wrapped up the robot in the bedsheets to keep it from assaulting him any longer and walked past the odd man who he noticed had another robot penguin that was colored green on his shoulder. Allen absentmindedly chalked this up to the guy liking penguins and walked into the hallway. It was oddly decorated with weirdly fashioned metal structures on the wall that could be likened to modern art pieces which led the young man to believe that the owner of the building had bizarre fixations in general.

He kept going until he entered the living room of the building and reached a door with a window, figuring it was the front door that would lead him outside.

"Wait, that's not-" The resident of the building called out to him but Allen had already opened the door and stepped one foot outside into open air.

"Wha!?"

Allen, who had put his full trust in there being a solid firmament of earth under his foot when he walked outside, would have fallen from the two-story drop if he had not grabbed onto the door handle in time after losing his balance and going out the doorway.

Now, he was fiercely holding onto the small doorknob that was carrying his entire weight. Meanwhile, the person who had warned him much too late was looking out through the doorway safely from the house.

"Don't worry, that doorknob was made by me personally. It won't break that easily."

"Damn you, why is there a door that leads to a two-story fall."

The older man laughed.

"It does seem a bit odd doesn't it, but would it not be odder for a living room to not have a front door?"

Allen was left speechless at the sheer inanity of that response.

"This guy is a nutjob."

"Hey!" a voice called out imperatively from up above them.

Allen raised his eyes to see Nera looking down on him once more from atop the roof of the building. She was wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt along with her tracksuit pants. She had an annoyed expression on her face as she leaned over the edge of the roof with her hands placed firmly on her hips. This expression instantly shifted into a wide grin with her next words.

'How long are you going to stay hanging there? Hurry and get up here!'

Allen smiled, "As long I feel like it. I don't recall you ever being my boss."

With the same innocent grin, she warned him cheerfully, "Get up here now or I start dropping stuff."

Allen nervously chucked, "Understood boss."

He swung the door frame a few times to gain enough momentum then launched himself deftly onto the large drain pipe on the side of the building before quickly climbing the rest of the way to the roof where Nera stood.

Nera observed him like a wild animal out in nature.

"What are you, a squirrel?"

"From someone like you, I'll take that as a compliment. The local gym in my hometown had a rock climbing wall which was the most exciting thing to do there."

She sat down on the roof and Allen did the same. She followed by picking up an open can of orange soda that was beside her and taking a sip from it. Allen noticed that there was another one as well.

"It's for you, consider it a reward."

"For saving you? But that was pretty much a bizarre fluke even I'm not sure how I did. Plus, I would've been a goner after that if you hadn't brought me here to get patched up." Allen asserted, displaying his bandages."

"It's not that. Have you heard the sound of someone's heart stopping before?" She solemnly asked as she looked out to the horizon.

"No," Allen answered trepidatiously.

"Well, let's just say that it's a pretty shitty thing to hear then." She picked up the can of soda and handed it off to him.

"That's why this isn't a reward for saving me, but one for surviving."

Allen opened his mouth to respond but no words came out. He could not find the right ones to say. "So that's why." or "Thanks for caring" were the things that came to mind but neither seemed good enough for a proper response, so he decided not to respond properly as he looked down at his lukewarm can of soda.

"I actually prefer cherry."

"You really do know how to ruin a moment, thanks."

"You’re welcome, it's an acquired skill."

He snapped open the can of soda and took a generous chug of the carbonated beverage. He had not realized how thirsty he had been.

“I guess this is probably the best time to give this back. I figure it’s yours since it matches your taste in color.” Allen gave Nera the small cylinder covered in purple fabric which she slowly took into her hand with a gentle look on her face.

“Yeah, this is mine for sure.”

“Seems like that’s important to you. Why’d you give it to me then?” Allen questioned.

“It’s sort of a good luck charm. I’ve had it since as long as I can remember though good times and bad times.” Nera replied fondly as she placed it into one of her jacket’s pockets.

‘I hadn’t figured her to be the superstitious type. That must hold a lot of sentimental value for her.’

"Anyway, so what do you want to talk about?"

"What happened in that MIrage of course. How did you control those vines and use them to pull off that crazy attack? You aren't even a Crafter."

"Mirage? I guess that's what those Underworld leaks are called."

"I already told you. I've got no idea what happened. To be honest, I’m still not convinced all the crazy stuff that happened last night wasn’t some sort of weird hallucination. Regardless, at that moment, it was like I was in some sort of trance with my body moving on its own and when I came to, the armored guy was lying on the ground with a big gash on his chest," he explained as he looked at his bandaged hands deep in thought trying to recall the sensation.

He gripped his hands as if trying to hold onto that feeling.

"Anyway, how about you? You don't know anything about the Grim Reaper Trial she was talking about?"

"Not a clue." Nera quickly replied.

"Hmm, she talked about some "Grim Piece" mark as well. You sure you don't have one of those?" He put his hand on his chin and scanned over her while she looked at him dubiously back searching for anything that resembled what the musical Crafter had etched on her skin and his eyes widened as he spotted a black stylized "A" design on her exposed left shoulder. Nera noticed this and quickly covered Allen's face with her hand.

"Sheesh, no one ever told you not to leer at a girl before? You need to learn how to better act around them," she scolded him. "Anyway, this is just a tattoo, got it? Nothing occult about it besides how steep the price was."

"Aye aye. Could you please unhand my face already then, milady?" He asked in a mockingly gentlemanly way. She roughly unclasped her hands from Allen, returning his vision to him as he took note that she was now covering the tattoo conscientiously.'

"Should I just tell her everything, both about the deal with her Harpe I made and the dream I had with the disembodied voice? It might be better not to.’

Allen sighed. They were not going to get to the bottom of any of this if he started keeping secrets like that.

Allen proceeded to explain to her everything he had not gotten the chance to tell her yet. Her brows furrowed at the mention of his deal with Harpe to keep them safe but she ultimately stated she understood his reasoning and that she was lost in the heat of the moment. However, she did have one objection.

"One kind of dumbass gives a psychopath their address and a key to their apartment. Are you trying to get your head chopped off?" Nera berated.

Allen's head drooped in shame. "I couldn't think of any better options." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "How I'm going to be able to sleep soundly now?!"

"It's your own fault. Though I'm partially responsible, so if you get any hint of danger, don't be afraid to yell out for me."

"Hmph noted. Anyway, what do you think about what I heard in my dream?"

Nera tilted her head to the side in contemplation. “I’ve heard stranger believe it or not. If we take this at face value, this means that there are nine people at least involved in this mess and that the Grim Reaper isn’t the one behind it." She held out all her fingers except one for emphasis.

“Who exactly is the Grim Reaper anyway? You can’t be talking about the Grim Reaper, a literal walking skeleton with a hood and scythe, right?”

Nera shook her hood.

“Nah, the Grim Reaper is just a person...probably. They’re just called that because they’re infamous for causing all sorts of mayhem. No one is quite sure what their deal is, but they’re definitely powerful and definitely not someone you’d want to run into in a dark alley or even the middle of a fortress.”

“If they’re so dangerous, why hasn’t anyone captured them yet?”

“They can’t. Many have gone after them and tried but they have powers like the ones you were told the Grim Pieces have. They can warp the Underworld to their will. If anyone tries to fight the Grim Reaper, they can just throw those saps into some hole at the bottom of the Underworld and call it a day.”

“So the part about the Grim Pieces coming from the Grim Reaper lines up then,” Allen stated hesitantly.

“I’m not sure about that. Why would someone as fearsome as the Grim Reaper give their power up? It doesn’t add up to me.” Nera dismissed.

“Then, maybe someone is just imitating the Grim Reaper’s power with the Grim Pieces?”

“Nope…I’ve never heard of anything that could replicate the Grim Reaper’s abilities. If those did exist, the Grim Reaper would have been caught a long time ago. I feel like all that talk about ‘Grim Pieces’ is just a hoax regardless of what you heard in your dream.” Nera proclaimed before allowing herself to fall backward onto the roof and look up to the morning sky. Her messy black and white hair was scattered in all directions.

“Ugh, we won’t get anywhere just guessing aimlessly like this.”

"So, what now? We don’t have much more idea about last night than before." Allen wanted to be sure of what happened, so he could try his best to avoid anything like last night as well as possible. He was sure it was the same for Nera.

Nera groaned at that question.

"I guess we'll have to ask the Nitwit below us. He's a Crafter as well and a lot more familiar with magical stuff than I am, so maybe he knows something. But, make sure you don’t say anything about me having a ‘Grim Piece’ or whatever. My reputation is already bad as it is.”

Allen nodded in response and she promptly stood up to her feet and walked over to the roof's ledge."See you downstairs and happy climbing squirrel boy." With that snide remark, she nonchalantly walked off the edge of the roof.

"Ugh, you know I'm still healin-Wait, shouldn't she be healing too, but when I looked her over there wasn't a scratch on Nera. Just what is she?"

***

Allen walked through the front door of Trinkets & Treasures several minutes later. This area of the building looked much more like the antique and machine parts store he was told it was. As Allen looked around at the shelves of tools and knickknacks, he could not help but think about how odd a combination this was. At the counter, Nera stood waiting with her arms folded along with the odd man he had seen earlier behind the counter and the yellow mechanical penguin standing atop it. It seemed to not be as agitated as it was before.

"..." Allen froze as he spotted what else was behind the counter. There, standing next to the shop owner was a woman dressed in an elaborate French maid outfit. The woman's skin and hair were completely metallic bronze and she had lines going down from her eyes that were currently closed, which made Allen figure that she could see without them using some sort of hi-tech sensors.

"An android maid? Do you really have one of those? I’m getting less and less convinced all this isn’t some strange hallucination or an elaborate prank."

Allen had seen a few marvelous technologies since coming to Atelier City such as hologram and hover technology but nothing as advanced as a fully functioning android maid.

"Oh yes, you could say she's a family heirloom. We did not get to properly introduce ourselves, did we? I am Walter Isaac Theologia, but you can call me Wit and my android maid is Owlette." He motioned toward the android as if showing off a brand-new car.

"Oh, we didn't? I'm Allen," he followed, still kind of dazed about seeing the android maid. It was like something out of an old sci-fi show.

Nera seemed like she wanted to say something at that moment, but she just shrugged instead.

"Let's get to the point, Nitwit. Have you ever heard of a Grim Reaper Trial?"

Wit looked perplexed for a few seconds and began to fidget as he appeared to thoroughly rack his mind over the question while Allen and Nera peered on expectantly. The tension was so thick, that even a saw wouldn't be able to cut through it.

"No, can't say I've heard of that at all. " This response instantly deflated the tension in the air and caused both Allen and Nera to let out a deep groan.

“You can just forget it then. It was just something mentioned those thugs that beat us up were talking about. They were probably trying to scare us by throwing the Grim Reaper’s name," Nera exposited deceitfully before letting out an extremely awkward laugh. Allen figured she was not the type that was good at lying.

‘It should be alright though. But, we were beaten up by thugs? What exactly did she tell them happened?’

Walter seemed to see no holes in her story and continued on like normal.

“Then again, I may be a Crafter but I don't associate with other ones much. I spend too much valuable time tinkering with my machines to waste time socializing in magical society."

Allen perked up at this.

"Magical society? You mean there's a whole group of Crafters somewhere?"

"Indeed, right in the heart of Atelier City in fact. How about you two repay me for letting you rest here by delivering a certain package there, and maybe you both can find some clues about your perplexing situation as well?"

Allen thought it over carefully for a few moments. First the order from Harpe and now this. It seemed everything was leading him to venture deeper into the Underworld, including his own curiosity.