337 Second Chance Part Three (1/2)
”Sir Tycon,” Athena glared, pointing angrily at the girl in the tattered cloak. ”What is your relationship with that person?”
Tycondrius raised an eyebrow, ”I met the young lady a few evenings ago, naked in a dungeon. Why do you ask?”
Without warning, Tycon received several harsh slaps of a sheathed sword.
”By the Flame!” Athena screamed, ”How can you ignore her?!”
”Miss Athena...” Tycon used his left forearm to block the girl's simple attacks. They stung, though.
”Go TALK TO HER!!” The young lady was furious.
...Tycon grimaced, ”But why?”
”Seven HECKS! Just go! Go or you're fired!!”
”...I don't... I don't actually work for you, young lady. You can't fire me.”
”Then I'll get Mister Zenon to fire you!!” Athena growled.
”I won't dismiss my Optio unless I know the full story.” The Librarian shrugged... ”But you're lookin' kinda like a scumbag right now, Tycon-- no offense.”
Tycon furrowed his brows. What did he do?
”There is no point in speaking with the young lady. Be serious, you two. We're in the middle of a gear inspection.”
”Just... just go! Do it! Or I'll be really mad!” Athena puffed up her cheeks like a petulant child.
She was already mad. This was the extent of the young lady being mad. No. He didn't want to go. He wanted to finish the inspection.
”Duty above all else.” Zenon gave a half-hearted smile, ”I'll finish checking the gear, Optio.”
Tycon watched as his beloved inspection sheet was snatched away from him. He enjoyed doing inventory... and he had lost that privilege.
”Very well,” Tycon sighed. ”Please be thorough, Centurion.”
He was going to be very upset when one or two of the children reported missing supplies.
”Of course.”
Taking a deep breath, Tycon walked over to where a miserable-looking young lady had sat upon the grass. Her shapely legs were revealed beneath her cloak-- appearing slightly alluring. Had she been able to recover proper clothing within the past few suns... or was that all she was wearing?
”Good afternoon, Miss Doe,” Tycon greeted her.
Doe's eyes widened as she looked up in surprise, ”Y-you remember me?”
...He did... slightly. The young lady was of no importance, so he hadn't thought much of her. Thankfully, his System always did an excellent job at informing him of various persons he'd met previously.
⟬ Medousa, Bronze-Rank Human Expert. ⟭
”Yes. I was curious as to your arrival. When first we met, I tried to kill you.” Tycon smirked, ”Are you so willing to waste the life I had gone out of my way to save?”
Admittedly, it hadn't taken much effort to save the young lady. He had taken maybe a bell's worth of effort and spent a single gold coin. After fleecing some stolen trinkets and valuables from House Galanis, he had the benefit of disposable funds.