11 「Interests」 (1/2)
Like a small convoy, the original members of the Swords of Darkness moved alongside the wagon belonging to Nphirea whilst Nabe walked several paces behind them, and then there was Cipher and Momon taking up the rear.
”So that's why you're so interested in that Ninya character, hm.” Momon chuckled lightly, learning that Ninya was in actually girl disguising themselves as a male.
Considering the way that Lukrut had talked to Nabe and probably any other woman who he had an attraction to, he could understand why. On top of that, it would protect her from sexual assault for the most part. That is unless someone saw through it in some way shape or form.
”That's part of it, so far she has learned tiers higher than most humans and mortals in this world can reach thanks to my 'tutelage', heh...”
”Oh?”
”And I learned that I can manipulate their memories... I kind of used necrotic magic on a group of bandits between the Citadel and Carne Village. They began to think I was a necromancer, or something much more powerful.” He laughed lightly even though it was true. He was an Arch Lich, but he wasn't originally a necromancer. Unlike an Elder Lich, any type of sorcerer could become one of his species as long as they had the potion and magic point capacity to do so.
”Tell me more about their limits,” Momon was curious about the humans and other species in this world. He was sure that many players had their hands on high teir magic. So in this world, it was different. Could it be that they couldn't withstand the use, or were the just unknown?
”So far I learned that with special exceptions, most mortals haven't gone over the third tier. The highest known is probably fifth or in some very rare instances seventh.”
Momon nodded slowly, ”this is most interesting... And you said Carne Village? You were there when it was attacked.”
”Yes, it happened soon after that.”
”Is your Citadel close by?”
Cipher nodded to the skeleton in a suit of armor. ”It's to the North in a clearing between two arms of the Great Forest of Tob. It's really close to the Border with the Barharuth Empire.”
”Really?” Momon was definitely impressed about that location. It was very strategic, unlike how his location was more of a random drop in the middle of the plains. They literally had to restructure and terraform the area around the Tomb in order to hide it. ”We're just East of Carne Village.”
”Interesting, my guardians found that hilly area with 'ruins' as an abnormality.” Cipher chuckled a bit, in turn causing Momon to laugh on his own to join him.
”Will you be visiting?”
”I'd like to,” he smiled his ally. ”Though I have a question... Is it Mare or Aura who is the female?”
Momon, if he had sweat glands, he would have had a sweat drop on his temple. ”Aura is the female. Mare is the male. It's really hard to tell sometimes.”
”No kidding,” Cipher was pretty aware of the creator's tastes when it came to those two dark elves. Crossdressing wasn't something he minded as long as it fit, or was immersive and confusing enough.
”Why do you ask?”
”I was thinking of getting close to her, she's adorable, reminds me a bit of my sister. Though the only thing that worries me is what you said, about them being fanatics towards you as you're the only member of your Guild left.”
”Hmmm... Was your sister that energetic?”
”In life, she could never sit still and in death, she wasn't even caught dead in a dress.” Cipher closed his eyes slightly, they started to sting a bit. ”I kinda wish I didn't have tear ducts right now, you lucky bastard. Why didn't I choose to be a skeleton?”
”From what I remember from our spars, that body of yours is just a massive sum of magical mass. If you get hit with magic, your skeleton is visible through your skin for a few seconds.”
”What's the purpose of pointing that out?”
”Didn't know you knew?” Momon tried cracking a joke and shrugged, laughing to himself. ”But what will you do if that happens in front of them?”
”I'll think of something should that happen. I'll just have to passively protect myself from magic belonging to other people.” He snickered to himself, before folding his hands behind his head.
”Sounds like a plan, but back to the girl...”
”Right... Her family, her older sister, was taken by a noble. I promised to help her find her sister and potentially save her if she is still alive.” He smiled lightly as he scratched the back of his head, enjoying the feeling.
”Sounds noble of you. I'm assuming you're getting something out of it?”
Cipher shrugged slightly, ”Her maybe?”
Momon found himself smiling slightly. This guy had only been in this world for a select amount of days and was already chasing romance. ”So you're looking to impress her?”
”I guess you could say that. None of my relationships really worked out outside of Yggdrasil. I was always too in my head or I just have a bad choice of people...” He huffed lightly, letting his hands fall to his sides.
”Ooof,” Momon just looked at him as they were walking before turning his attentions forward. ”That's pretty heavy.”
”Haha... Yeah... I know,” He shook his head slightly and looked towards those around the wagon. A small smile was printed though across those lips of his.
Part of him wanted to live a normal life, but because of how this world was and what he had become, it was a pipe dream. This was no longer a game, this was life, despite how everything worked. The other part of him wanted to live a life of luxury and adventure.
”I've been meaning to ask you, Cipher.”
Momon called upon him once more and it dragged his attention from the Swords of Darkness back to him. His eyes rested on the form in black armor.
”What is it?”
”Would you be interested in a merger?”
”Excuse me?” Cipher pursed his lips at his words. A merger? Was he asking if he wanted to merge the guilds together to consolidate resources? It wasn't a bad idea. In the game, if this happened, they didn't lose their castles or dungeons. It was like an alliance or a pact that acted as a temporary or even permanent merger.
”So far we are the only two players here and we at least know each other.” Momon said as he eyed their surroundings through the slot in his helmet. ”They may as well count you as one of the 'supreme' ones.”