As Bast waited for Eilidh's reply, he felt someone tugging at his coat. It was Vară, asking him if they would get in trouble for saving George, a drug dealer and killing the 'innocent' mercenaries. Truth be told, Bast himself didn't care much about that situation. The mercenaries attacked them first. He only defended himself. Innocent or not, they were already dead.
Other than that, Bast didn't expect the overconfident and spirited demoness could show such a cute and adorable side as she tugged his coat with a nervous expression.
"Oh my adorable, little Vară, who knows? Innocent or guilty, we were merely defending ourselves. They attacked us without asking questions. The outcome was obvious..." Bast replied, with a smirk.
"But you know... Nobody needs to know what really happened here, don't you agree, adorable Vară? If what George said turns out to be true, the Shrine of Eros will certainly thank you for what we did. And well... If it's not... we can always turn him to the authorities..." Bast said, shrugging. For him, the outcome of that little misunderstanding was really of no importance.
"By the way Vară, I didn't know that the proud, confident heiress of the Riemsianne house had such a cute and adorable side..." Bast said laughing.
Just as Bast finished talking to Vară, George started talking again, saying that the authorities wouldn't be glad to see him. But as fishy as that man sounded, it was undeniable that solving the problem of Ravager's Rest was indeed a good thing. Plus, if it turned out to be a lie or if the plan doesn't work, they could simply take him to the authorities... Or maybe simply kill him.
"The little man sounds fishy, but I'm rather curious about where this will lead us..." Bast said as George rode away.
"We should head back to the guildhall." Bast heard Titanica saying, as she slowly started walking back to the guild.
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As the archery competition continued, Freyrcouldn't help but let out an unsatisfied grimace as he shot his arrows. Even wielding a different bow, Freyr was still a natural at wielding it. He was born and raised with a bow on his hands, but it was undeniable that he was already accustomed with his personal bow. The one the competition gave them was too small and light, making Freyr a bit uncomfortable when shooting it.
Ditzy and Nagare were already trying to speak with Saburo when the break was called. If they were lucky, Saburo would be interested about the Vieran arrows. In the meantime, Freyr had to concentrate himself and try to do his best with a bow that was unfit for his size and his skills. As he was drawing the bow, trying different stances to see which one would feel better for him, he felt something poking his back.
Turning to see what it was, Freyr was greeted by a familiar face and a pleasant voice. It was Haley. According to her, she had some things that delayed her back at the guild but she was finally there.
"So! What're we doing?" Haley asked, with the same refreshing, cheerful tone that was characteristic of her.
"We are trying to get one of these arrows..." Freyr said, taking one from the quiver and showing it to Haley.
"To deliver them to a weird couple that seems to... collect... things from nobility...?" Freyr said, still a bit confused about how to describe that... exotic couple they met.
"The master craftsman responsible for those arrows is Saburo Fujikiyo. He forbid anyone to take his arrows from the competition, but we still need at least one... Ditzy and Nagare are talking to him to see if he would like to trade one of his arrows by one of mine, a Vieran arrow... In the meantime, I need to win this competition to be able to face Saburo himself." Freyr explained to Haley while still examining the bow he was given.
"But... the bow that we need to use for this competition is very... different from mine...." Freyr said, putting both bows side by side as he showed them to Haley. The difference between both bows was immediately noticeable. While the competition bow could be easily drawn by most people, Freyr's bow was much more difficult to draw and to use, thanks to it's unique shape, wood and handling. Even for someone who didn't know much about bows, it was clear that those two bows were completely different from one another.
"It would be much easier if I could use my own bow, see?" Freyr said as he got one of his own arrows, his own bow and aimed at the target that was being used at the competition. In a swift motion, Freyr nocked the arrow, twisting his wrist a bit before shooting it. The weight of his own bow, coupled with the way he shot the arrow sent it spinning through the air, not only hitting the target with an almost impeccable accuracy, but going through it, piercing it completely, making the arrow get stuck on the thick wooden frame that was being used as a support for the target.
"I still don't understand why Saburo is so... paranoid with his arrows. Arrows are meant to be shot. Be it hunting or fighting." Freyr said as he walked towards the practice target to fetch his own arrow from behind it. Since they were on break, it shouldn't be a problem for him to go there since most of the other archers in the competition were either talking with each other or adjusting their bows.