111 Heretic (1/2)
Staring out the window, I can see the mass panic that has taken over the citizens of this place. However, the thing I see more than the panic is the fire. Seriously, that fire is huge and it's spreading. I don't think this kind of cold climate would let the flames stay for long but, for whatever reason, I have an uneasy feeling about this.
Backing away from the window, from the corner of my eyes, I spot the guy who was staring at my door earlier. I quickly get back to the window and try to find him but am not able to.
Well, what should I do now? Should I just get of here with all my stuff – ready to leave? Or should I jump out of the window, land on the pavement and try to help everyone down there like a hero?
Well, it's obviously the second choice. Heroes don't exist within me, only cunning cowards do. So, I will do what any cunning coward would do in a situation like this.
Knock! Knock!
To those sounds of someone suddenly knocking at my doors, I ask in a loud enough voice, ”Who is it?”
A childish voice comes in return, saying something not so childish, ”Your death!”
The door breaks apart and a Frost of about half my size comes in. I'm surprised that a guy as small as him was able to break my door but well, there's something more important to do here.
”What do you want?”
”Your life, you numbskull!”
The boy charges at me and I just plainly dodge, making him hit the wall. However, it seems like that impact that just happened hurts the walls more than it did the boy.
”Don't run away! It's no use.”
”We'll see about that.” I say and dash out of the room as I ask, ”Why do you want my life anyway?”
”Because you are a sinner.” The boy's voice is as plain and emotionless as a homunculus from Fate franchise would be. In other words, he feels like a robot with a human's voice.
”And what sin have I committed?” I ask running to the stairs as the boy comes out of the room and chases me.
”You have set foot on this holy land. That is the gravest sin of all.”
I was half-expecting he would say that I have made a sick, old man freeze to death and I would end up feeling so guilty I would surrender. But well, it's some nonsense that I don't care about.
”You do realize who you are talking to, don't you?” I say, ”Do you know that I have been-”
”Sent by Dues ex machina, that bitch who claims to have ascended to godhood?” He looks at me angrily and continues, with a little emotion showing in his voice for the first time, ”That is the reason you coming here is a sin.”
Oh boy!
”There is only one true god in this universe and anyone who runs errands for some other self-proclaimed god would just be a heretic.”
I see. So this guy is a disciple of the real god? Well, then he certainly has no real reason to hurt me, only he does not know that.
”Listen, could we just-”
”Die!”
Yeah, this isn't going to work. I am already running out of the inn and he continues to chase me. Once outside, the flames look scarier and seem to have gotten bigger. They might become an issue soon enough. I'll have to duel with my own issue first though.