Luna POV:
Some time later I reached the village, or rather the Royal Capital, it looks really big for this world, but that can be expected from a capital city. I've also reached this conclusion 'I'm too unreal for these people'. Everyone keeps looking at me always appraising and silently whispering between themselves. What are they talking about? About me, or more precisly my beauty.
I should have seen this coming. Same thing happened on my way here, but less pleasant. An encounter with bandits to be more precise, really helpfull bandits, kind bandits that with little 'persuasion' helped a lady in need. Of course they started shouting when they encoutered me on my way, something like 'Guys today we got a fine catch!', or 'Don't worry it will fill good for you'. So taking theirs words to heart and also 'took' care of them.
There's no better way like always. Which persona should I use then when wearing a mask? If luck is on my side 'propably not as always' then leeching some knowledge from an adventurer party can be a good way, but first I need to find someone that I can familiarize with. Someone with similar looks to mine or using a mask like me might be the best way to go with it. The problem would be finding anyone wearing a mask so let's first see if there's any high ranking party in this city. Heading to an empty alley, taking out a white mask and gazing upon it, my mind goes back to its deisgn that is oval, with horizontal slits for eyes to look through and a pattern of black lines with red petals, that forms something alike to a flower losing its leafs.
Going out and strolling the town again my thoughts went back to the adventurers guild.The place that Will grant me information of this age as apparently my nap took a century or two If what my memory tells me, isn't wrong. I no longer bother counting years. There's no meaning to it, beacuse my blood prevents me from ever ageing, ever dying. There's no way for me to die, seeing as there'is only me with the race of an ancient vampire, nevermind the first blood. So yeah, in the worst case scenario I shall remain alive as a puddle of blood. I didn't think that such a small mistake upon creation of this race will prevent me from dying, or at least losing conciousness. As long as I live, my mana cannot be lower than 25%, also as long as my MP is at 25% or more my life cannot end. I will regenerate with time, otherwise only a vampire with origin race as me can kill me for good thanks to that description of my race. To be more specific a vampire with at least a drop of ancient blood in their veins. Thanks to that it's impossible for me to accuretly measure my mana because in pure theory it's limitless. Never have I tested it, there was no need so let's leave it at that. Risk free, stress free.
Finally my eyes caught sight of a high class inn for adventurers, which lies ahead of me. Thinking that it's a good place to start with, going straight for the doors I hesitated and stopped. My plan to work requires additional information, it won't help me just barging in and looking for a easy target.
Heading to a close alley I altered my form to look smaller with my height changed to about 120-130cm and otherwise with nothing else altered. I begun my preparations.
[Silent magic: Blood call]
Blood magic. Great addition to my skills. Only a genius could think of an element so good, for a vampire at least. Especially this one spell that allows me to hear the blood of nearby animals and command it to do my bidding. Detecting a brid close above me and taking control over the blood in its veins, the bird was forced to do my bidding and having control over it via blood grants me every sense this bird has.
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Now let's see what we have inside. The tables are sparse filled and some clamor can be heard but not loud enough for this bird. Seeing as there's some place left, let's take a look at our information mine.
Hmmm many adventurers with plates of mithril or some other precious metal hanging from their necks 'many, considering how rare high lvl adventurers are' occupying space near the bar cum dinning hall, discussing, eating, and spending their free time, but there's a party staying away from the rest. 2 females 'propably' sitting, with a male standing close to them, well that one 'female' could be a male too with such physique. Her breasts make it clear she's female so there's no mistake here.
Shame that I cannot hear their conversation. The smaller female looks overly serious and looks like luck is still on my side, because she wears a mask and looks almost like me especially now that my height is closer to hers. This could be fun. Playing it right maybe even joining them can be possible for a short time at least... oooooooh so they are of adamantite rank? Perfect, too perfect. With a silly act, maybe an overly familiar side to that girl, a fight may broke and using tier 5 magic as a leverage, give them a reason to invite me.
This could work. A misunderstanding act. Make her think that I have a sister that looks like her and simply confused them. Yes... Let's go and manage some mischief.
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3rd POV:
A boy can be seen approaching a table in the inner-most place inside the inn. One person from the table nodded to him and bellowed huskily.
"Yo, cheryy boy!"
As one everyone inside swept their gazes on the approaching boy, though nobody was laughing, instead they turned away, as in sympathy for him.
They did this, because they knew that even for mithril or orichalcum ranked adventurers, they were not brave or in this case stupid enough to disrespect a guest of the highest ranked adventurer, an adamantite ranked adventurer.
The boy bore the insult and kept approaching the table.
Good to see you again, Gagaran-sa -- san. And Evileye-sama"
Arriving before the two of them he bowed
"Oh, it's been a while. What, come to sleep with me, have you?
These two, the boy arrived to were members of adamantite ranked party 'Blue Rose'. One was the arcane magic caster Evileye, while the other was warrior Gagaran.
Gagaran jerked her chin as a sign to him, to take a seat.
They boy or as he's known, Climb, the knight and guardian of the golden princess better known as Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, the Third Princess of Re-Estize Kingdom.
Climb shaking his head, refused the seat.
"No that's not it. Aindra-sama bade me come."
"Hmm? Leader did?"
"Yes, I come with a message. 'You might need to move in a hurry. I'll explain the details when you get back'. However, Aindra-sama wishes the two of you to ready yourselves and prepare for action any time."
"Okay, but you went to a lot fo trouble for such a minor chore." Gagaran said, while taking her beer to lips, when all hell broke loose...
*BAM*
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Luna POV:
*BAM*
This noise was made by the doors as I swung them open, almost forcing them out of their hinges. Looking around, as if searching for someone my gaze swept across a table in the depths. Ignoring every gaze that was on me, accumulating more speed as I moved and finnaly jumping, taking a pose of a tackle hug.
*Whoosh*
I flew at the short female arcane mage, hugged her and shouted while still hugging her with my most happy, relieved and loving voice.
"ONEEEEEEEE-SAMA"
" Wha-What!?"
"PFFFFFFFT"