Kapitel 35: Exceptions
Crossing a vast grassland, Isaac spent his time wisely without doing any detours. Using the Wing of Thunder was still dangerous and took a toll on his stamina. If moves too fast it drains his mana and stamina, and because the lightning the wings generate also hurt him because of his daring attempts.
Isaac was smart enough to avoid anything that would slow him down…but not smart enough to not eat a mushroom he found interesting. For the last two days, he had been walking slowly without rest, holding it in until he arrived at the Military Camp.
After two days of slowly walking, stopping the murder of a an arrogant idiot, Isaac finally got to sit on a surprisingly wellbuilt throne. Like, it was made of porcelain and all. But, that only worked to his advantage because the destination was even more grand than he thought.
After delivering the package and enlisted under the banner of White Wing Town, he received a message from the system.
[Mission: Reinforcement Proxy. (Completed)
Description: An Anarchy Lord's been spotted in a town near the borders of Inhilgar Kingdom and requested reinforcement from Yulia Dracma as payment for renting the [Necklace of the Guardian] from the Capital.
Requirements:
*Deliver the [Necklace of the Guardian] to the commanding officer of the Inhilgar's Military Camp. (Completed)
*Act as the reinforcement in the name of the White Wing Town. (Completed)
*Survive. (Completed)
Reward: Travel Stone (Can be claimed)
Time Limit: 10 Days - 3 Days left (No Bonus Added)
Arbiter: Jelal]
The mission he was given was over, "Accept Reward."
With these words, a purple gem appeared, floating on his palm. His eyes glowed.
Arcadia had no such system function. Quests with rewards were already far and few in between, but no record about physical equipment was given. Even [books] were turned into a flow of information, "I didn't believe Yulia… to think it's possible to get a physical item… is this the power of Gods? Seems likely…."
He wasn't sure what was happening, but he chose not to think of it any more than he already had.
'I already have so much on my plate.' Isaac was a curious person, but even he had limits, 'The Fire Giants come first… after this detour with the Anarchy.'
Though, of course, exceptions exist in any rule. In this case, Isaac would go somewhere else if he found something interesting. The Gods sounded like a hassle. After one last push and conquering the hill, Isaac was finished.
When Isaac opened the doors of the portable toilets, he saw harmony in two groups that had argued for years. They all looked at him in disgust as he stood there, content at the bomb he dropped. He took a deep breath, ignoring the smell.
"Sir Isaac Apollyon!" The female guide who led the way called out to the foul creature that was Isaac.
'Oh, she returned?' Isaac could see her guarding her nose against the stench with mana, all to no avail. She suffered the same fate as the others, and he just smiled with satisfaction, "...yes? What do you need?"
"The Subjugation Leader is calling for you."
"What for?"
"I… I don't know… can we… just leave this place?"
Noticing the girl was about to fall from the assault of the smell, Isaac just let her lead the way. Along the way, he received glares. The bathroom was located on the outskirts of the Camp, but it managed to reach far and wide. Isaac did not care about their curses.
Isaac lost almost all his shame after rejecting a girl and flirted with her widowed mother instead… when he was nine.
His curiosity led Isaac to develop… unique tastes.
After walking for five minutes, Isaac reached the entrance of the biggest tent in the Camp. Even the other Knights' places could not compare.
"Halt." The two Knights standing guard stopped the guide.
"No one can enter the Camp unless allowed to. Just hand it over and leave if you have a letter to deliver."
"It was Knight Orthus who asked for his presence."
The guard looked at the guide and then back at Isaac, "Why would he look for this cripple? Is he picking up another stray?"
The two guards snickered to themselves, and the guide bit her lips in frustration. Their mockery of Isaac and the girl was apparent. No, they weren't even trying to hide it.
'Oh, he's taller than me. That's rare.' Isaac didn't really care; again, he did not have shame. Besides, he had seen so many people of their kind that he had grown numb, 'Oh yeah, I got Durandal now, I can cut my nails again.'
On the other hand, the guide had to swallow her resentment, "Watch your words. He's White Wing Town's Yulia Dracma's representative."
"That bitch?" the guard whispered underneath his breath and then laughed as he looked at Isaac, "Of course he is. Only that woman would consider someone like this as her representative. A level 195 rookie Seeker. But I guess I should've expected as much - he matches her dirty nature."
"Yo-"
The guide was about to rebuke his words when a hand moved her aside. Isaac walked towards the guard towering over him with his head lowered, "...apologize."
The guard looked at Isaac with a deep scowl. "What?"
The Knight's tone did not change; it only worsened, "Have anything to say? Huh?"
The Knight wouldn't think of even apologizing to Isaac. He could tell that Isaac was already angry, but he didn't care.
'I don't care if you're the representative of a Lord. You wouldn't be able to do anything to me. And he's the representative of that bitch who brought disgrace to our Dracma lineage... he won't do anything.' The Knight was level 275, and Isaac wasn't even at 200. What could a one-armed Seeker like him even do? Tickle him?
Isaac stayed silent, and the Knight smirked, "I don't have anything to apologize for. A woman isn't even supposed to be a Knight, to begin with. But she also decided to take the surname of Dracma, despite her impure lineage. She's a taint in our family name so; I said nothing wro-"
"Hey, you're quite an asshole, aren't you?" Isaac looked the Knight in the eyes with a smile on his face.
The Knight was taken aback; the smile on his face when he said those words were so disconnected that he couldn't say anything for a good second.
"What did you just say to-"
And as he was about to say something, Isaac's figure in front of him blurred.
Crackle.
"-me.
BOOM!
A lightning-clad foot landed on his face squarely, sending him inside the tent, bloodied.
Isaac was landing when he saw the guard had landed on the table in front of the man seated inside. It was a man with white hair opposite Isaac's black.
Isaac landed, and from inside the tent, he heard the howls of those with the white-haired man.
"What the!?"
"Are we under attack!?"
"Is the Anarchy launching a surprise attack in broad daylight!?"
"TAKE ARMS!"
The female guide shook, and the remaining guard bowed as he received Isaac's glance.
He did not care as he pushed the curtains aside to finish what he had started.
Isaac doesn't care about himself. He knows his flaws, but he won't stand by if those around him get mocked.
Even more so if the friend in question was the same man who risked his existence to save his daughter.
His lightning raged.
Isaac was carefree and didn't care about his image... but, all things have exceptions.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
Jad_Eres
Jad_Eres Fun Fact #35
Isaac does not use rope in combat, but he's proficient in tying people.
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