Chapter 7 (1/2)

Showing initiative

There were three key elements to travel passes; apart from the three colors red, green and black representing business, personal and asylum respectively, printed on the pass also were official approval signatures and the guest’s name. If the pass were to fall into the possession of anyone else, it would immediately be dyed bright red as a warning.

An example of this would be Darhk’s pass.

During these past few days, Feisha had been furiously cramming knowledge into his brain. Besides the fundamentals, even the customs of different worlds and areas weren’t neglected. To quote his own words, it is essential to establish a relationship of fellowship with each and every customer in order to reduce their discomfort in this foreign place, and thus create a home away from home.

To this, Gin scoffed. “Guests who come to Noah’s Ark in the first place all stay for longer than a front desk manager who can’t even find the dining hall.”

Gin slept outside Hughes’ door that night.

In addition to madly studying, Feisha also scouted his way through the floors of the hotel. Despite the fact that every room was identical, he still caved into old habits and forcefully allocated cardinal directions.

According to feng shui:

Faeries should live on the East side; faeries are close to nature, and the element of the East is wood.

Vampires should live in the North; it’s relatively colder.

Dwarves should live in the West; the element of the West is metal, and dwarves love gold. This is the conclusion he came to after being demanded to pay a fee as compensation for all the questions he’d asked in the past few days.

Invisible people should live in the South, because he likes Hughes the best out of everyone. South is generally considered to be the best, due to the excellent air circulation and an abundance of sunlight.

Titans can live in… open-ceiling halls.

Fallen angels can live up top since they have wings anyway.

After assigning everyone a place, Feisha realised that he had left out the werewolves. He fervently hoped that there would be no werewolves checking in to spare him the headache.

“A group of werewolves are here to check in,” Isefel announced the next day.

As backup, Feisha brought Asa down to front counter with him. With Asa’s gigantic body towering behind him, Feisha felt very safe and secure; it almost felt like opening an umbrella on a stormy day.

“Darhk didn’t do it on purpose,” said Asa suddenly.

“You mean he threw me across the room for fun?”

“No, he didn’t do it for fun- it was intentional,” Asa scrambled to explain.

“Other than sounding nothing alike and being spelt differently, what’s the difference between doing something intentionally and on purpose?”

“No, no, I meant that he came to find me. You just happened to be there.”

“…You know, I’d rather he came just to find me instead now,” Feisha sighed heavily.

“Darhk’s actually a good boy.”

Feisha shuddered in disgust while Asa started reminiscing about the past.

“I was the one who taught Darhk how to use nunchucks when he was still young.”

An eyebrow raised. “What’s so hard about that? Isn’t it just like playing ping-pong?”

Asa was astonished. “You know how to use nunchucks?”

“Er…I don’t,” admitted Feisha. The ad was fake anyway.

“We of the titan race can’t wield magic, so we have to rely on our strength and skill in combat. Every titan starts training in different weapons under a mentor from a very young age. I was Darhk’s mentor.”

“You’re very good at combat,” Feisha complemented genuinely.

“Thank you.”

“But your quality of education sucks.”

“…Darhk is in fact very talented. It’s just a shame that in these two thousand years, he had forgotten to practice his techniques in his narrow-minded pursuit of a chance to fight me.”

Feisha thought meanly: Are you sure a person of his intelligence can be considered talented?

“Why is so he insistent on fighting you?”

“Because I promised to fight him after he wins the World Championships, but got called to become the security guard at Noah’s Ark the night before the finals.”

Who said that soap operas were too melodramatic? Real life is clearly worse! Feisha could imagine how the situation played out after that even without Asa telling him, it’s just that Darhk’s persistence was kind of suspicious.

He turned around to fix Asa with a serious look.

Under Feisha’s scrutinisation, Asa could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Wh- What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure Darhk isn’t doing this because he actually has a crush on you?”

There was an awkward pause.

“Nevermind, it was just a thought.” Despite the fact that he hated Gin with a passion, Feisha has to admit that out of everyone he knew, Gin and Hughes best fit the gay couple stereotype.

“What kind of joke was that!?” Asa suddenly yelled, jumping up.

Feisha pinched his hair, completely soaked with Asa’s spit, and calmly asked, “Do you have a hairdryer?”

Asa found a hairdryer, but there was no socket to plug it in. He then proposed to blow on it, an endeavour quickly halted as Feisha’s eyes rolled back into his head from the bad breath.

When the werewolves finally arrived, they noticed that the human had pretty cool-looking slicked hair.

The reception of the werewolves was very successful; Feisha made sure to fully utilise his skills as the front-desk manager of a five star hotel, including but not limited to his choice in words.

He knows that werewolves were naturally sensitive to the topic of the moon, and thus used choice phrases such as “these thirty days” and “the next twelfth of a year” when introducing the monthly specials. In his careful selection of words, each phrase was never repeated and all flowed together without pause.

Feisha was very pleased with this, and asked for the guests’ names as they left.

“My name is Moon, and they’re my little brothers Lune and Luna.”

Feisha’s smile remained perfectly in place. “I am very honoured to have served you.”

Since the guests were all welcomed and settled, Feisha had no more duties to carry out and started wandering around the hotel. To say that Noah’s Ark was big would be an understatement; apart from the fact that its ceiling was nowhere to be seen, every corner one walked past seemed to lead to a completely new area. He’s always wanted to know what Noah’s Ark actually looked like on the outside, or if it simply had no end, like space.

When he asked Hughes about this, Hughes gave him a clean answer: “It looks like whatever you think it looks like.”

Because of its name, most people think of it as a ship before arriving, and so they see a ship. Feisha, on the other hand, thought of Hotel Noah as a hotel, so what he saw was the grand hotel of his dreams. He committed this fact to memory, resolving to firmly perceive Noah’s Ark to be a gold ingot before he leaves and to take a chunk with him.

Soon, he found himself at the entrance of a large warehouse. Faced with towering shelves of food, he was no longer shocked and surprised at the blatant display of abundance. No wonder they ate so well every meal, since the food supply here was infinite. If this place was a warehouse on ground floor, then on the second and third floors would be an identical warehouse and so on, which Isefel could easily bring down with his powers.