61 The Black Gods Servan (1/2)

The female knight in front of me was talking completely normally to me until I stepped into the light of the torches. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sudden change in demeanor.

Why was she afraid of me all of a sudden?

Could it be the fact that I was covered in blood? No, that couldn't be it. We're on the battlefield one couldn't and shouldn't be sensitive to the sight of blood and guts… or maybe she was?

This made my brain hurt thinking that it had to be with the blood that I was covered in. Maybe, she was just tired and that had caused this sudden lapse in demeanor?

”Please spare me,” she whispers ever so softly as she bows her head further.

Spare her? Just what did she think I was planning to do with her? Before I could respond to her words, a mass of boxes appears in front of me.

[Task: Save the Merchants Completed!]

[Completion Score: S]

[Completion Reward: The Hermit]

[Completion Reward: Caravan Trust 30+]

[New Task: Win Over the Female Knight]

Well, that was good that I'd completed the task that had been given out to me. I'd even gotten an S ranking that was probably a good start to everything. If I kept up the pace I should be able to get a good ranking in general.

Looking towards the Goblin Meter I see that it's gone up. I'd slain about fifty goblins give or take and it raised the meter up to [84/10,000]. That was still a long way to go in terms of killing ten thousand of those damned monsters.

Right below where the Goblin Meter was a new bar had appeared it read [Caravan 30/100]. This was starting to look more and more like a questline from a videogame and the graphic interface of a game in general.

Seems that there was more than just slaying goblin that had to be done. Look like I'd have a separate questline outside of the number I needed to kill.

It mentions something about a reward called [The Hermit], but I'd have to worry about that later. First, I needed to sort this problem with the Female Knight. It seems that I'd somehow managed to scare her. Looking down at her I felt a bubble of annoyance, I couldn't see her face underneath her helmet.

Which put me at a disadvantage because I couldn't see her expression, and thus make judgments and assumptions about that!

”I don't really understand what you mean. Could you possibly explain what you meant by what you just said? I'm just a traveling adventurer,” I tell her trying to speak as softly as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was spook her more.

But it appears that I did just that, her body begins to shake even more. It appears that might not have been the right this to say to her. Looks like it didn't quell her doubt and worry at all.

”Y-you're a Vampire don't y-you drink human blood?” She asks me in a half-whisper.

Ah, that's why she's afraid of me. Rubbing the back of my head, I realize that this place might not have all the races that I was normally accustomed to! Plus, she was a human, and the only humans that I had met were Cecily and Ekon.

I at this point couldn't make any assumptions with the limited information that I had about this place.

”I don't drink human blood. Others might, but I don't and wouldn't drink human blood. I've never had it and I don't plan to start now,” I tell her with a small smile. Squatting down, I bring myself eye level to her.

”That doesn't mean that you wouldn't start. Your kind servers the Black God. While humans and elves are the servants of the White Goddess,” she spoke up just a bit.

It appears that this place wasn't the same as the world that I had come from. It seems that there are some fundamentally different aspects, the main one being that there are only two personifications of deities.

A Black God, that no doubt was the representation of evil and death. Then a White Goddess, who seems to probably represent good and life. What a conundrum I found myself in.

Looks like Vampires are feared and probably hated in this world. No doubt that those goblins from earlier are also servants of the Black God.

”I don't work for the Black God. If I did work for him… wouldn't I have allowed the goblins to slaughter you and your companions?” I ask her with a small smile.

I was feeling a little annoyed at the situation that I found myself within.

She doesn't speak for a second, it seems that she might be mulling over that small fact that I had pointed out to her.

”Maybe,” she admits honestly. Although, the slight note of hesitation doesn't escape my ears.

”Plus, Vampires are stronger than goblins, if I was a part of the Black God's faction then wouldn't I be above the goblins? Yet, they still attacked me and even tried to kill me, and then I slaughtered them like animals,” I say.

She shifts slightly on the ground. It seems that she was still hesitant to believe me. It wasn't a surprise with the lack of information about this world, I'd only managed to build a small and flimsy alibi.

However, I didn't plan to fail in winning her over!

Her head was still level with mine, and although I couldn't see into her helmet to get a look at her face. I could sense that she was having an internal debate with herself.

Could I be trusted, or could I not be trusted?

”If you're not a servant of the Black God's faction then you wouldn't have his mark on your chest. Servant of the Black God has his mark on their chest,” she tells me with a soft bob of her head.

That should be easy enough to prove, I don't have any mark on my chest.

”Okay then,” I tell her swiftly I stood up and began to undo my armor.