The morning sun penetrated the dusty glass window. Dust particles floated slowly in the still air, clearly visible in the slanted beam of light. The room was simple. Its wooden walls were sturdy but plain. There was only one dark wooden wardrobe in the corner and a small table full of scrolls of paper.
Kilasafi sat on the edge of the hard wooden bed. The white sheets were crumpled. His eyes were red and dry. In his hand was a wanted poster with a slightly torn edge. He stared at the sketch of the white-haired woman's face unblinkingly. His fingers tapped the paper in a slow rhythm.
Knock knock knock.
Three rhythmic knocks were heard from the wooden door.
From the way he knocks. Fasar.
"Come in, Fasar," he said flatly.
The door opened. Fasar entered carrying a large leather bag that looked heavy on his shoulder. His face was tired. Dark circles hung under his eyes. He threw the bag onto the floor.
Thud.
The sound of clashing metal rang out from inside the bag.
"You knew it was me," Fasar closed the door behind him.
"Since when are you that good, huh," he asked while walking sluggishly towards the wooden chair in front of the table.
"Does it matter now," Kilasafi was still staring at the poster in his hand.
Kilasafi glanced briefly at the large bag on the floor. The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
"You have balls after all."
"Tch," Fasar hissed. He threw his body onto the chair. The wooden chair creaked under his weight. "I thought about it all night."
Fasar fell silent. He stared straight at Kilasafi. His gaze was serious.
And what you said is make sense...."
"The condition of the kingdom. The suffocating taxes. The association's monopoly. It's all trash shit," Fasar sighed deeply until his shoulders dropped. "It makes sense."
"I told you..." said Kilasafi. He leaned back. His eyes went back to looking at the poster in his hand. "Now that means only Rezak..."
"Who is that," asked Fasar. His gaze shifted to the shabby paper Kilasafi was holding.
"Oh this," Kilasafi handed the poster to Fasar. "You'll know later."
Fasar took the poster. He brought it close to his face, observing it carefully under the morning sunlight. His eyes narrowed reading the small writing under the sketch of the cold woman's face.
"Nebula."
"Illegal leveling up."
Fasar lowered the paper slowly. His face was pale.
"This name. Galaxy name."
"Yes," Kilasafi nodded slowly. "You know what it means."
Fasar stared at Kilasafi with wide eyes. His mouth opened slightly.
"Transmigrator."
Knock knock knock knock knock knock.
Rapid, rough, and irregular knocking pounded on the door.
This damn knock. Rezak. Tch, noisy.
Kilasafi turned to the door with a lazy gaze.
"Just come in, dog."
The door opened wide.
Rezak stood in the doorway with a forced awkward smile. Next to him stood a tall Elf woman. Her purple hair hung beautifully, glistening in the morning light. She wore a luxurious maroon dress and large gold earrings.
Kilasafi stared at Rezak flatly without saying a word.
He then shifted his gaze to Fasar. They stared at each other for three seconds in total silence.
Kilasafi covered his face with his palm. He wiped his face roughly then massaged the bridge of his nose.
Well. I knew it would be like this.
"Hm? Is my arrival not welcomed?" asked Claura casually. Her eyes scanned the cramped room as if assessing an animal cage.
"N-no, not that. Just. No, how can I explain it," stammered Fasar.
"S-sorry friend. I tried. But. I couldn't defeat her," said Rezak while scratching his head which wasn't itchy. He laughed a little, which sounded pathetic.
"Idiot," muttered Fasar softly while looking away.
Kilasafi stood up from his bed. The wooden floor creaked as he stepped closer to Rezak and Claura.
He stopped right in front of the Elf woman. His eyes stared sharply into Claura's purple eyes.
"I don't need to explain it again, do I?"
Claura smiled faintly. Her hand reached out to stroke Rezak's hair with a pampering motion.
"Of course. Your friend already explained it in great detail."
"Let me guess," Kilasafi glanced at Rezak.
"He asked to break up. You asked the reason. And he told the reason because you threatened. And after knowing you wanted to join."
Claura laughed softly. Her voice was crisp filling the small room.
"Oh? Almost correct."
"Only he didn't say he wanted to break up directly. But I guessed it."
"Oh," Kilasafi raised his eyebrow slightly.
He glanced at Rezak. The man nodded quickly and frantically. Rezak's hand moved in front of his crotch, making a scissor-cutting motion with his fingers.
Kilasafi chuckled softly. "I see."
On the other side, Fasar stared at their interaction with his mouth slightly open. His gaze was strange. "What kind of relationship is that?"
Kilasafi stepped forward. He positioned himself right in the middle of Rezak and Claura. He embraced both of their shoulders.
I already anticipated this. Only I didn't expect it this fast. From Rezak's information, this woman named Claura is a level 30 Witch class. Truly a very useful class.
Can I kill her if she betrays us? Well, I've already thought of a scenario if she becomes a burden or betrays. On the other hand, she will be very useful. As long as she is useful and doesn't do stupid things, then it's safe.
Kilasafi's grip on their shoulders tightened. His purple eyes stared sharply at Claura's face, then shifted to Rezak.
"I have a condition," he said coldly.
Claura returned the gaze without fear. Her pointed chin lifted slightly.
"Say it. Whatever it is, I will fulfill it."
"If you hinder. Or betray us." Kilasafi pressed his voice into a dangerous low whisper. He turned slowly to Rezak.
"Then I will kill you. And Rezak."
Rezak's pupils constricted instantly. His face was deathly pale.
"O-oi the hell Kilasafi?. What are you saying?"
"You're joking right?" his voice trembled.
"Ki-Kilasafi?" Fasar stood up from his chair with a tense face.
Claura fell silent. The smile on her beautiful face disappeared.
Kilasafi stared at Rezak intently. He winked one eye repeatedly and quickly.
Seeing that, Rezak's shoulders dropped drastically. He exhaled a long breath.
"A-alright. I accept it."
"D-darling?" Claura stared at Rezak in shock.
Kilasafi then looked at Fasar in the corner of the room and showed his middle finger quickly.
Seeing that, Fasar sat back limply in his chair.
"A-ashole. I thought you were serious."
"I-I promise I won't do anything funny," Claura said softly. Her voice stuttered slightly. Kilasafi's grip on her shoulder felt slightly painful.
Kilasafi released his embrace. He smiled gently and friendlily at the two of them.
"Hmm good good."
He turned around and walked casually back to the bed, then sat cross-legged.
"Alright, let's just discuss our plan."