[center][h1][color=Silver]R H E I N[/color][/h1]
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[i][color=Silver]Commander of Demons[/color][/i]
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Much to Rhein’s surprise, Saffron volunteered himself to take on the task of bringing Estelle back to the Prowler. Did the Dragnan feel bad for not pulling his weight or something? Saffron’s pointed gaze at the cut on Rhein’s cheek gave him the heebie-jeebies for a moment, almost as if he had read the horned man’s mind. Thankfully, Saffron didn’t up the creep factor by actually asking Rhein for some blood. The idea of his own blood being a part of the Blood Mage’s collection was off-putting, to say the least. The eyepatched fighter watched Saffron carry Estelle back to the Shabu Shabu Party Prowler for a moment before returning to the huddle around the Giga Slime core. Apparently, they had already begun to work on dividing the core while he was conversing with his comrades. After a few minutes worth of haggling and overall just being kind of a stickler on the dimensions of the spherical core’s halves, the Shabu Shabu Party managed to come away with the (roughly) half-sphere of the Giga Slime’s core. Of course, due to Rhein having dealt with the negotiations in place of Estelle, he had Grimhildr carry the large object back to the Prowler for transport back to town. 

Upon turning the core in to Delion’s Hunting Office, the Shabu Shabu Party were rewarded with what was actually a pretty generous sum of money. It was a [i]Giga[/i] Slime, after all. Covered in slime, and overall incredibly dirty from being pounded into a crater by Slime tentacles, Rhein decided to take a bath shortly after the Party made their way back into town. Heading to the bathhouse, Rhein had a very pleasant time as he washed the goo off of his body and out of his silver-white hair. Curiously, he neglected to take off his eyepatch the whole time. Finishing his shower, Rhein decided that it wouldn’t hurt to treat himself with a nice dip in the hot springs. The eyepatched man cursed to himself as he noticed that the springs weren’t co-ed, but ultimately figured that the real reward was in having to actually work to peep. Submerging himself in the hot pool of water, Rhein heaved a sigh of content as he leaned back against the rocks. Nobody else was in the pool besides himself, so he was left with some actual peace and quiet unlike earlier in the day. The eyepatched yawned and stretched out, his muscles relaxing as he sat in the spring. It was not often that the other members of the Shabu Shabu Party would find Rhein in a state of undress, so one might be surprised to see that their leader had a few scars marking his body, the most notable of which extended from his right shoulder and stopped just at his left hip. A peculiar wound, to be sure. 

Rhein’s guard was down and, frankly, he had gotten rather comfortable just soaking in the spring. Before long, the man’s eye closed and he once again drifted off to sleep.

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[b]”Uwaah~! Look at his face! He’s really enjoying it, isn’t he? Your cakes are top-notch as always, eh Reina?”[/b] remarked a pink-haired catgirl, elbows propped up on the table as glanced over at the blonde-haired Eldrin woman beside her, whose face lit up as she watched the young boy eat the chocolate cake she had baked him. Both the Beastgirl and the Eldrin were clad in maid uniforms, though the key difference between the two were the fact that the catgirl happened to be wearing a sleeveless uniform while the Eldrin known as Reina was a bit more conservative in her attire. Finishing the cake, the tiny silver-white haired boy leapt down from the chair and made a mad dash towards the Eldrin, catching the much taller woman in a leaping hug around her waist. 
[color=LemonChiffon][b]”Y-Young Master, you must be more careful!”[/b][/color] the Eldrin scolded, although she didn’t seem terribly upset by the caramel-skinned boy wrapping his tiny arms around her. 
[color=Gainsboro]”I just wanted to thank you for the cake, Reina, fufufu~.”[/color] the boy chimed, gray eyes sparkling as they stared up at the maid. At the sight, she began to blush, which earned a sly look from the catgirl. 

[color=Pink][b]”Oi, oi, Reina, you dirty shotacon. Quit hoggin’ the young master, will ya? Young master, won’t ya give Nezha a hug too?”[/b][/color] the catgirl purred, prompting the young boy to hop into her open arms, though the catgirl was very obviously aiming to have the boy rest his head on her ample cleavage. Reina seemed to be a bit offended by the ‘shotacon’ label, glaring at Nezha. 
[color=LemonChiffon][b]”Speak for yourself! You couldn’t be a more obvious shotacon if you tried!”[/b][/color]
Frankly, it was quite strange to see a refined-looking Eldrin woman like Reina throwing the term “shotacon” around, but that only made it obvious that she was quite flustered. As the two stared holes into each other’s heads, the young boy was none the wiser, only perking up once again when more maids began to enter the room and tried to get the attention of the apparently very adorable young lad. The “Young Master” enjoyed his time hanging out with the maids until he turned his attention to the cracked door, spying a figure looking into the room from around the door frame, gray eyes locking with his own before they slipped out of sight.
[b]”Young Master Rhei--”[/b]


Rhein’s eyes snapped open and he looked around, noticing that he was still sitting down in the spring. [color=Silver]”Aww, geez. I’m gonna prune, aren’t I?”[/color] he muttered, standing up from the hot pool and stretching his limbs as a few other men began to file into the area. Damn. If he hadn’t been asleep for so long, he might have actually had a chance to try and get a peek at the ladies hotsprings. Almost as if they had read his mind, a man clasped him on the shoulder as he started to walk off. “Oi, brother. You give off the air of one who is a true brother in the spirit of manhood. Whaddaya say you join me in the boys in spyin’ on the laydeefolk, eh?” the man inquired, winking at Rhein. Man, he really made it sound hella weird. And how the hell did he give off the vibe of a pervert? The nerve!... Well, he wasn’t wrong.

[color=Silver]”Hmph. Just don’t hold me back. I happen to be far above the level of you amateurs.”[/color] Rhein remarked, delivering a line that was remarkably out of place for the situation. The other men in the bathhouse almost seemed to gather around Rhein, apparently having been won over by just that line. Weirdoes.
“You guys heard the commander! We’re gonna pull off the greatest peeping mission in history!” 
When had Rhein been elected commander? And what was this about a “greatest peeping mission in history”? Even Rhein was swept up in the current of hype surrounding the gathering of men in the bathhouse, standing triumphantly as the men admired how “cool” he was.
[color=Silver]”Alright, boys. You’re about to walk the path of a demon, so don’t blame me when you can’t turn back.”[/color] Rhein stated, only to be met with the chants of the men around the hotspring.
Thus, the Delion Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft had been formed.