(AN: A bit late, but the chapter is longer than average, so we are even, right? Riiiight?)
(AN2: On another note, in this one chapter I managed to give Astelle and Mur a trait each that might end up becoming an important part of their characters. And it was all an accident! Neat!)
(AN3: In a PSO2 note that i doubt many will get, just got a 14* rod in PSo2 earlier today. Now i’ll avoid leaving my house for today because I might just have wasted my luck.)
(AN4: on a slightly serious note, A buddy of mine from the den, who goes by Karami92 in RRL, and Druid in the Den, writer of World Seed, World Keeper and a couple of other stories just went through a serious scare with Amazon. He depends solely on his books selling in the site to earn money, but had his account banned because of some bot conspiracy that had been going on with Kindle Unlimited. I would have linked his talk here and ask you guys for helping go support him, but he managed to get his account back after removing his story from Kindle Unlimited. So, this is mostly a post-note and I just wish him cheers. If anyone still wants to go help him, here’s a link to his Amazon page:Druid’s Amazon. Go check his stuff out.)
Hello there! It’s your favorite slime Astelle reporting in!
And yes! I now have a name! Hooray!
And I’m about to take my very first step into becoming an adventurer too!
I… I know I’m not worthy of such huge blessing, but, I shall do it, for there’s no greater honor than to get even one step closer to such a summit. One step closer to becoming an adventurer!
I’m… I’m getting emotional. Okay. Deep breath, Astelle. Deep breath. Ignore the fact you can’t breathe, what matters is the feeling. Okay. Ready. Let’s go over what happened.
(AN: ‘Ello! New dragooness chapter as promised!)
(AN2: On another note, already working on the next chapter to be posted here (hopefully next week) and it is none other than… *The drums roll down a hill* Project hero! Yay! Hooray…! Huh? What’s project hero? Come on, it can’t be that old… (Checks that last chapter was written a whole year ago.)… Whoops. Ermm… Link? Well, basically i felt like writing an old story and this one was suggested a couple of times. For those wondering, no. Not GB.)
(AN3: Yay! 6 days for MHW!)
(AN4:Booh! 6 days for week long family travel! *Cries bloods of tears*)
(AN5: On chapter related note. Slightly ecchi scene here >.>)
I mostly spent the following days resting in the bedroom. From time to time a medic or teacher would come by to talk to me. Well, only those who had been here during the ritual actually came to me, so there wasn’t a great variety of visitors, but at the very least I had someone else to talk to.
Grandmaster and Sven both paid me a visit once. Grandmaster seemed to have been warned of the situation and wasn’t all that surprised upon seeing me, but Sven, on the other hand, took almost a full minute of convincing to accept that I was the same student he had seen here the last time.
After the display on that opening day, I could say that things were going roughly as I had been expecting. Since I left it clear that I wasn’t exactly sociable, the other students, despite their curiosity about my youth and whatnot, left me alone during classes and other times.
One slight miscalculation of mine was for the desks to be made for two students at the same time. Sitting side by side.
This meant that, by simple luck and basic exclusion logic, me, the antisocial loner would end up with whoever was unlucky enough to not find someone willing to share a desk with them. Of course, if on one hand you had the unsociable me, the other one was the excluded bully victim, miss handsome.
The following week went by in the blink of an eye… Is what did not happen. In fact, thanks to my anxiousness, I spent most of my time thinking my plans over and over due to the lack of things to focus on during my break times.
However, for this whole week that I spent working under Koltz, I ended up even more confused about my current situation. As the days went by, I started noticing with greater ease the disparity between those who are players and those who aren’t. From the way they acted to the way the walked, all of them had these slight details that left it easy and clear who they were.
Most importantly, was how they seemed to be indifferent and ignorant when they spoke to me and other non-players. Though, to be honest, I couldn’t really blame them, as I’d most likely do the same thing in their case.
(AN: Three cheers for early release! Hip, hip, GUACAMOLE!)
(AN2: What? I like the word. Sounds funny. Heh. Guacamole… Heheh.)
As I came back from my pit of memories, I let out a long sigh, feeling as my whole body seemed to reply to it by the weight in my chest wobbling slightly. The fact that I’m kind of getting used to it already is REALLY scary, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about it for now. While thinking so, a thought crossed my mind, so turning my attention back to my cellphone, I asked the gods on the other side about something.
“Wait a second. How the hell did you guys know about the name Aszuci? I’m pretty sure I never spoke about it before?” I asked dubiously.
“Hmph. You think that I, the god of technology wouldn’t know about your default name for female characters?” Geeky said with a proud tone. (more…)
“Muu… I see. I can kind of understand now.” Clarie said annoyed. “Still, you could have tolds us about you earlier, you know? I mean, i don’t know if i would have helped you, but…”
“Sorry…” I said a bit depressed.
“Also, did you really have to release your full pressure when we met? That was kinda mean. You have any idea how scary you are when you are using it?” She asked me while tightening her grip around my neck annoyed for a moment.
“Magical… Girls?” Shelly said shocked as she held her head in her hands. “And i’ll have to fight them?”
“Well, it MAY be one of your duties later on.” Vivian said as she waited for Shelly to recover from her shock before walking ahead. “Also, we aren’t entirely sure if that’s how they are actually called, but if we base ourselves in your culture, then we believe that to be the case.”
“You just stated yourself as being a foreigner, and the lack of data about your person agrees with that fact.” Zero said in her usual tone. “However, taking in account the archaic garments and equipment you had in your person, as well as you insisting on something like a god sending you here leads me to conclude that you might suffer from delusions based on fantasy settings. While the cause of such delusions is unknown to me, it is enough for me to conclude that you require assistance.”
“And why the hell would a god sending me to another world be enough to conclude that I’m crazy?” I asked in a mix of annoyance and confusion.
“Because an entity such as ‘god’ has not been found or confirmed as of yet.” She replied.
Within the top floors of Grandia enterprises branch building, on the Darta’s city central area stood a massive reunion room. It had more than enough space to house officials from all the other branches, including the main building.
In fact, the sole reason this building wasn’t considered the Headquarters of Grandia was tradition, since long has been since the branch had grown bigger than the main building itself. Still, that didn’t stop the company to expand almost endlessly throughout the countries.