Chapter 202: Mission (1/2)
*BAMM!!
In a loud bang that reverberated in the inn's large dinner, a fist connected with Berot's face as he was sent flying off the flustered waitress and slammed into the wall of the inn. If that punch had been any stronger, his body might've shattered the wall and that would be another problem of its own.
This showed the restraint on the power behind the fist even though one would find it difficult to notice it.
”Ow ow ow ow ow... That hurts you know.”
Berot complained to the girl that was now standing in front of the waitress as he rubbed his cheeks and slowly got off the ground. She was a slender girl with short orange hair and the same color tiger ears atop her head with a long orange striped tiger's tail that was flailing wildly behind her as she glared at him.
A wild and imposing aura was being emanated from her body.
She had golden-colored eyes with a vertical slit that gave her gaze a predatory glint to them. Her pretty face held a few stripes like that of a tiger and one could clearly see fangs hidden in the midst of her gritted teeth.
”What the fuck do you think you're doing to poor Freylyn the moment you return you big perv!”
The waitress— Freylyn— sat up with the assistance of another waitress in embarrassment as she tried but failed miserably in hiding her more than amble bosom from the perverted gazes of the Hunters in the inn.
She was a bunny girl in a cute waitress outfit with a girly apron draped on her that held her chest high up so naturally she had built up a number of fans and they all glared daggers at him even though no one was foolish enough to attack him but their hostile gazes gave Berot the chills.
”Uh sorry, that was a mistake I swear!”
”Of course, it's always a mistake with you, you damn leech!”
”Oh come on Eliss I'm serious, don't let everyone get the wrong idea about me. It was a mistake, truly!.”
The beastgirl who berated him was one of his companions called, Eliss Deriollo. She was of the predatory beastmen species and was also a Tritanium ranked Hunter just like him.
”It's okay, I'm sure Mr. Dimzo didn't mean anything by that so let's let it go okay. We're disturbing the other customers.”
The gentle voice of Freylyn echoed in the room and calmed almost everyone down as she was helped up by her colleague and smiled faintly at them.
”Uh, are you sure Freylyn? If you keep letting perverts like this get away with it they'll never learn.”
”It's fine, Mr. Dimzo had apologized and claimed it was an accident so I can't be mad at that. Can 'I'.”
Berot should've been happy he had been let off the hook by Freylyn but something told him that was far from the truth. While she didn't look to be angry at him on the surface. Berot could tell that was not the case. She had only ever called him by his last name the first day they met and ever since then they've been on a first-name basis but she had just used his last name twice in an overly polite tone that even added a title in front of it.
He could only smile wryly as he scratched his head awkwardly. He would attempt to smooth things over with her in private so as not to attract any more attention even though the inn's dinner was not as packed as it usually was.
”Ahahahaha!... Oh, Berot Berot Berot, you've only just returned and you're already up to your usual antics. Fufufufu...”
A hand suddenly slapped his back hard as a large man who wasn't there before had suddenly appeared behind him. However, his presence had been familiar so Berot hadn't immediately attacked.
The man wore a suit of Raven black full plate armor — albeit without a full-faced helm — on it was a bold crest of a noble family albeit a low rank one but he didn't seem to be ashamed of it. He had a two one-handed spiked mace strapped to his back and a chain whip hung by the side of his waist.
His facial features were rough, and his hair was styled nicely. His tiny mustache was neatly trimmed and he gave others the impression of being free-spirited. As compared to a human, he would look to be in his mid 30's.
Although he could not be called handsome, his looks were surely above average and he oozed a powerful aura. Naturally, this man was also another one of his companions. A demon noble from the baron family of Sachat, and he went by the name of Abel Sachat, a magic warrior that was also of the same rank as Berot.
Standing next to him was another female who looked at him with scorn but did not say a word.
She was a skinny woman that could be called a girl if she was human. She looked to be in her late teens. Her lustrous scarlet hair was neatly trimmed at her shoulder, while her eyes and nose were perfectly positioned. She could either be called beautiful or cute. However, she had an inorganic, doll-like quality about her.
She wore a loose, long brown robe. Underneath that was a high-quality leather armor that was laced with Duranium and enchanted with magic. She held a metal staff that twisted at the top as it wrapped a perfectly round red crystal.
Although she was also a lesser demon. The only protruding feature she had was a thing red tail that occasionally peeked out of her robe. Her name was Lyka Ranulf and just like the others, she was also a Tritanium ranked Hunter.
”Come on guys give me a break. You know that was an accident.”
”Just shut up and go sit down. Who the hell is going to pay for what you broke anyway you bone head.”
After causing a common in an attempt to surprise his friends. Berot and his party members finally settled down at a private corner of the hall before ordering food and drinks for their table.
Unfortunately for Berot, it seems Freylyn was really pissed at him as she hadn't brought his order and was pretending he didn't exist. This was after all not the first time this was happening so she could not excuse him so easily. It was indeed embarrassing to get dropped in public repeatedly.
Berot sighed in embarrassment at his own luck that could be considered a misfortune. It was truly not his fault that stuff like this kept happening to him occasionally.