’It’s finally happening. It’s finally happening. It’s finally happening.’
In Morgana’s Duchy, Fafnir read the news in a simple inn, unable to hide his excitent.
The competition was starting in a day.
Finally, after all that ti, the competition was about to start!
’I’m definitely getting those potions for my master.’ Fafnir clenched his fists tightly as he decided in his heart.
After all, that was the purpose of all that waiting. He wanted to win for his master and get those potions before leaving.
"Would drinking the potion increase your stats alone or give half the stats to that boy?" Greed appeared on the table and wondered: "You get half the stats that he earns. Would the sa thing happen to you?"
Fafnir frowned and took a sip of his drink, ignoring Greed completely.
"Why don’t you try it?" Greed suggested: "I’m sure Ruby can buy you sothing that could increase your stats with all the money she has. Try it and see how the effect will be."
Fafnir continued ignoring Greed, not even glancing at him.
He’d be stupid if he decided to have a conversation with Greed.
Every word could be used to manipulate him.
Every interaction could lead to horrifying outcos.
If Fafnir could, he’d have turned himself deaf just to stop listening to Sin of Greed. Unfortunately... Greed wasn’t there physically. Turning deaf wouldn’t fix anything.
Additionally, he was smart enough to realize that testing Greed’s theories was dangerous for Dante.
’If it really gives a stat boost to my master, and my master gets a sudden boost in a critical situation... that might interrupt him.’
Fafnir couldn’t underestimate Dante’s luck.
Such a bad outco was very unlikely to happen to a normal person. That’s why it was likely to happen to Dante himself.
A sudden increase in Vitality could paralyze his movents. A sudden increase in Spirit could disturb his spiritual energy. A sudden increase in Mind could make his thoughts unstable.
’My mission is collecting them for my master. I’m forbidden from using them anyway.’
"Do you still believe he’ll co back?" Greed asked lazily: "Do you want to know how he’s been tortured now? While you’re here drinking the alcoholic drinks that he hates, your master is getting eaten alive by the giants of Uldor. He’s more likely to die than to return."
’Yes, sure.’ Fafnir nodded indifferently, taking another sip of his drink, which wasn’t even alcoholic.
BAM!
All of a sudden, a masked man with orange hair sat in front of Fafnir with two mugs of beer.
’Hmm?’ Fafnir’s shadowy muscles tensed at the sudden encounter.
"Who... are you?" The man hissed in a cold voice, raising his head slightly to reveal the details of his mask.
It was a red mask of a dog or a wolf, but what was special about it was that the mask had 3 faces.
Each of the three dog faces had a different emotion. The one in the middle looked furious, the one on the right was calm, and the third looked sad.
Fafnir stared at that masked person with a puzzled expression, then he wrote: "Did you really approach and ask about my identity? I think I should be the one asking that question."
The man didn’t respond for a long mont, forcing Fafnir to feel so unease.
"You feel similar, almost the sa..." the man leaned forward, scanning Fafnir closely: "Almost. You aren’t him. You aren’t the one I’m looking for, but you are connected to him. Yes, I’m sure."
Fafnir clenched his fist under the table, his whole body ready to strike at any mont.
’Shit, he’s looking for my master!’
The man had dropped enough hints to show that he was looking for Dante!
Whatever he used to track Dante led him to Fafnir instead. And now, he seed to be confused.
But who was he?
"This isn’t supposed to happen. He told that. This isn’t..." the man scratched his head violently until it started bleeding, murmuring continuously: "This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong!"
The man stood up and went to the door, glancing at Fafnir for a long mont before leaving the inn.
"..."
Fafnir’s gaze lingered on the door for a few minutes, as if waiting for the man to return and start a fight.
However, no matter how long he waited... the man never returned. He just left like that.
’What was that? I don’t rember my master doing anything to a masked man.’
Fafnir racked his mind in search of any masked n from his mories, but he couldn’t rember anyone with such a mask.
However... he knew a person who had orange hair.
But that couldn’t be right. That person had disappeared for so long.
"It’s him. No need for overthinking." Greed indifferently confird Fafnir’s doubts: "It’s that boy Adrian. The son of the barbarian that your master had killed long ago."
’What?!’ If Fafnir wasn’t a shadow at this mont, his eyes would have popped out of their sockets.
Adrian.
The fire man that forced Dante to escape to the White Abyss.
He had disappeared alongside his woman and spirit, left a mysterious ssage, and never returned again.
And now... he was here?
’If he attacks alongside the others... would I be able to defend myself and fulfil my missions?’ Fafnir wondered thoughtfully.
’Wait, where are the others?’ Fafnir’s eyes widened as he finally noticed a problem: ’I didn’t see his woman and pet. Are they hiding sothing?’
After racking his mind for a few minutes, Fafnir decided to stop thinking about that matter. He would deal with Adrian if he tried to do anything in public. For now, he wasn’t that dangerous.
"Isn’t that ironic?" Greed suddenly laughed: "You brought Dante here, leaving him with your problems. And now, Dante is in the Abyss, leaving you with his problems."
’And I’d be happy to solve his problems if I had to.’
Fafnir stood up and checked Ruby’s safety quickly. After ensuring that she was safe, he casually walked through a random street to pass the ti.
Now... he only had to wait.
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