:: Dear Diary… I need to become stronger. Regardles of my dilemma regarding the mission, the enemy are still Vampires. I can’t be careless. Also, my class isn’t exactly that of a Paladin or Exorcist. Anything Endead or Dark related is beyond my scope of practice as a United Colony Marine, even if it’s a custom Ranger / Musketeer class. Maybe I could have that Dwarf Woman in my guild to help me with improving my stats ::
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"Get out. Just get the f**k out."
"H-hold it! You can't just cut me off the moment I say 'vampire'! Let me finish first! You don't even know if I want to kill them or date them yet!"
"Either way, get the f**k out! This city is already a rat's nest full of corruption and laziness! We don't want any more trouble to ruin our daily lives!"
Pastrache chewed her lip.
It was a bad habit, she knew that, but right now she needed to indulge herself in being imperfect, just so she could endure this growing frustation that was welling up in her chest.
All because the Dwarf Clerk she was seeking counselling from was already starting to shove the Half-Elf out of her private lounge. They just got in there like what, about 5 seconds ago. Pastrache didn't even have a chance to sit down. Do you know how painful boots are on a long term basis!
"Please hear me out! I'm not asking for the entire city to rise up against the oppression that are the Vampire clan! I highly doubt anyone in this guild is a cookie-cut-out protagonist from an Action Comic! I'm only here to seek counselling in how to upgrade my Character Sheet, so I can protect myself from their Blood Magic and inhuman monster traits! Wh-where is the difficulty in improving my Character Stats to fight more efficiently!?"
"This isn't about how to organize yoru character sheet, it's what you're doing with those updated stats that would put this entire Guild in Jeopardy! Do you know that 80% of our sponsors are of Vampire and Undead Blood? Even this city's entertainment circle is full of major A-Class Vampire Celebrities that make magical movies and magical telekinetic drama! They're work is a majority of our city's economy! Think about the politics behind this matter!"
"... I'll be frank. I'm a Half-Elf who has an INT of -2. I'm not happy about it, but that's what it is. Do you think I'm capable of doing common denominator and long division relying on my brain cells and twitching my fingers while counting!?"
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"... Hey. Dwarf woman. Did you hear me? Answer me instead of going on all fours and wiggling your @ss at me."
"Yes, I heard you. Now, where the h*ll did I put my mace?"
Pastrache sighed. She had a feeling it might lead down that road, so she already had an escape plan. The Half-Elf will only use it, should the Dwarf Clerk realize the former was sitting on it the entire time.
It never hurt to have Plan Bs and Cs.
"F**k! Where is my weapon! I need to beat the seriousness of this situation into your dense skull!"
"... Like I said, I only need help in improving my character sheet. I'm still new to this whole Ethereal Customization System. Most of the controls are too foreign for me... Why are you resisting to help me?"
"Please understand. Even if all of the Vampire and Undead who live in this city have abandonned their evil ways to go straight, the news of us Adventurers going on an unnecessary crusade to say 'all vampires' will leave more than a bitter taste in their mouth. They will feel insecure about our support and understanding for them, maybe neglect the many trials they had to endure just to start a new life in this city that does not look to deeply into their background. Have you thought about that?"
"Then have you thought about the other races outside of our big@ss walls? There are many Beastfolk and extraspecies that are being round up like cattle by these rogue Vampires and sold off into every trafficking circle known to mankind. No one deserves to live their life as a slave? Think of the modern era we live in?"
"...Sigh, you still don't get it don't you?"
"Then tell me straight what is holding you back?"
"Vampires here are civilized. Vampires outside are nothing but bandits and rogues. But they both share one common trait - they are easily offended and hold a grudge."
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"City Vampires will pull out their support from major film companies, causing a huge void in the entertain industry and the whole economy will plummet. Most of the city's revenue come from tourist who visit us to see those Undead Celebrities and the stages they act in... Then the Rogue Vampires are like gangs. They will loiter around your convenience store or fill up your cafe and scaring off customers until you pay them a protection fee - every day."
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"You are the only person in this stupid Guild who has true spirit of being a hero, I have no doubt abot that. But there is nothing we can do. The moment we march forward for the sake of right and justice, our backs will be branded and we will lose all strength to fend off the enemies in front."
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"... So please, think it over."
"I'm still going to do it."
"HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE, YOU LITTLE............"
The Dwarf Clerk wanted to continue. She was in a good mood to throw all sorts of obscene insults to the Half-Elf Girl who was sitting in front of her, defended by only a towel to keep her unhealthy chill out of her body. And the Dwarf Clerk was well known for her skills in 're-programming' obnoxious rookie Adventurers or Guild Heroes who get out of line.
Just yesterday, she 'disciplined' a level 50 Dragonborn Warrior. What used to be a big town bully who would shove his blade into anything that talked back at him... was now pulling out chairs for women, holding open doors for comrades, and always says 'please' and 'thank you'.
He's currently working as the head manager of this Five Star Restaurant because of his 'highly professional' manner.
All credit would go to this Dwarf Woman who was no higher than everyone's knees.
................ Yet.
She was forced to look away from the Half-Elf for some reason.
"Hey, Dwarf. Why is your face red? Don't tell me you're undergoing a cliched phase where the side character is trying to bring the hero out of the gutter, but is unable to express how much she loved him... I'm not even a guy. What interest do you have."
"(Your body.)"
"What? You're mumbling?"
"You're definitely somebody that I need to thoroughly lecture, to make sure you don't cause trouble..... But, I can't stop looking in your eyes."
"................................................And?"
"A-and, an-and I-I can see you just want to help people. I-it's not about the money."
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"... Oh. It is about the money."
"They've given me sacks of corn and buffalo hide as down payment... The Lycan Chieftain only wants me to bring back his daughter so she could continue his blood line and keep his clan from being extinct. I hope they would at least pay me real gold for putting my body on the line... but..."
"But?"
"I can't even bring myself to take even 50 Gold pieces from them... it's their entire life savings."
"..........................................................."
The Dwarf Clerk was at loss of words, but she did not show it. She prefer to hide with with a long drawn out sigh and scratch a finger through her hair to calm down. Feel tight in the face, she removed her glasses and set them into her breast pocket. Maybe to make the conversation more free, she even let her hair down.
"...Wh-why are you staring at me so hungrily?"
"D-don't misunderstand. I-I wanted to ask if you would like Saber Lemon Tea... F-for your cold?"
"Oh... Thank you... I definitely need something warm."
"...How about my bed?"
"BICHUUU! Sniff...Sorry, I didn't hear you."
"How about some bread."
"Hnnn...No thanks... my stomach still hasn't settled from eating the street falafel... I definitely need Saber Lemons to calm down."
The Dwarf Clerk eventually gave up. She felt deep down that the conversation to persuade the Half-Elf will lead to no where. Even if they did dive into a depth further than the Laurentien Abyssal, it might be a point of no return.
All sorts of warning windows would tell her how their Relationship and Bond scores would be erased completely.
Not wanting to show it on her face, the Dwarf Clerk who removed her glasses and let her hair down just decided to bite on the tip of her tongue to endure the dilemma in her heart.
"Here... Hurry and drink up before the Saber Lemons get bitter when it gets cold."
".................."
"What?"
"You sound like a Tsundere Heroine."
"I'll punch you with my mace."
"Hmm........................................................Miss Dwarf, what did you add into my drink?"
"Low-fat sugar and skimmed milk, why?"
"How come there are colored pills floating on the surface?"
"...............Sh*t! I-I thought those sleeping pills were the dissolveable tablets!! F**k, the printing on the bottles are so small even a Mouse with a PhD in Literature can't read it!"
"I'm leaving."
"W-wait! I-I only want to cuddle you----You heard me! I only want to clobber you! So stay right where you are and where the h*ll is my maaaaaaace!?"
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