Michael climbs into his inn rooms and tumbles onto the floor in exhaustion. After leaving Damerse and Jojin, he'd managed to find another patrol of D'argent gang members loitering around, but, as he was finishing that group off, another appeared and started chasing him through the city.
Were it not for his rune enhanced Agility, he'd have eventually been caught... There were some fast ones intermixed with the reinforcement group, allowing them to follow him across the rooftops. Fortunately, he managed to lose them by cutting a line through the Salhope territory... Even if the D'argent when foaming with rage, they'd retain enough of their senses to not antagonise the Salhope.
After all, while the D'argent might rob and murder you, the Salhope would torture you to death before enslaving your wife and children into a life of humiliation and debasement.
Not only did the D'argent have very agile people among them, they'd also had the forethought to bring ranged weapons, causing Michael to take a couple arrows to his chest... Again, if he didn't have his gambeson, he might've died by now due to blood loss. Thankfully, the armour managed to stop the majority of the arrow's momentum, leaving him with only light wounds. Whatever bows the D'argent were using must've been pretty crap... Or perhaps the distance lowered the force significantly?
Regardless, the death toll this night was around thirty-five people. Add the people from yesterday and Michael had killed around fifty-seven people... A substantial amount considering the fact he was a weaker than average person only a week prior.
After Michael cleans and wraps his wounds, he crawls into bed and summons the Book of Commoners before flipping it open with a large grin. He hadn't enjoyed exercise or exertion before, but now that he was able to see the numeric values of his progress, it was far more enjoyable... Like playing a game in real life.
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Name : Michael Hunt
Rank : Common
Stats :
Strength : 7 > 8
Agility : 10 > 11
Intelligence : 9 > 11
Abilities :
[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.
[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.
[Curse of Silence - (Origin: Matilda)] : Prevents user from speaking, scribing, or making any attempts to reveal restricted information.
Spirits :
Shadow Shaman : Lvl 7 > 14
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Ah. The fruits of his labour. Michael would say that levelling up had been pretty easy thus far, but then he'd be forgetting the fact that he'd almost killed a hundred people so far... One hundred people.
Back on Earth, to kill so many people would have your face plastered across every news station in most of the world. Yet, even with this world having a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the population, no one was really making a big deal out of it yet...
Had any of the city officials noticed the corpses filling their alleyways and streets yet? Or had the D'argent covered up their massive loss of manpower to prevent the other gangs from attacking them?
Additionally, why didn't Michael feel worse for his crimes? He could rationalize his actions all he wanted, but he highly doubted he'd have the same reactions on Earth in a similar situation...
Come to think of it, didn't the runes in the Anime affect Saito in some way?... They made him forget about his family so that he could focus on protecting Louise. Wait, didn't they also increase his affections towards Louise?
Michael furrowed his brows, he wasn't in love with Louise, but he could definitely feel the seeds for it. Was that due to his actual feelings towards her, or the runes?
Logically, this would mean the runes also had an effect on his mentality concerning death and fighting in general. After all, Saito had literally fought to the death against the Albion army, killing thousands as he did so... Not really something you'd expect from a regular Japanese teenager.
Michael shakes his head, he wasn't sure if he should feel thankful for the runes helping him along, or angry at them for manipulating his emotions. Regardless, what's done was done, and now that he was aware of their effect, he'd likely be able to resist whatever compulsions they inflicted him with.
With his thoughts on the matter made up, he flips the pages of the book to the page concerning his Shadow Shaman Spirit.
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Spirit : Shadow Shaman
Level : 14
Abilities :
Carnival Tricks (Rank 3) : Allows user to form ephemeral shapes, creatures, and patterns to amuse, distract, or frighten.
Ether Shock (Rank 4) : Casts a cone of ethereal energy that strikes multiple enemies.
Hex (Rank 4) : Temporarily transforms the target into a harmless chicken.
Shackle (Rank 1) : Magically binds an enemy in ethereal threads while also dealing damage throughout the duration
Serpent Wards (Rank 2) : Summons multiple Serpent Wards to attack any nearby enemies.
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With his massive influx of skill points, he maxed out his Ether Shock and Hex, as they were his most useful spells currently... He also put points in Carnival Tricks and Serpent Wards, leaving only Shackle the one without improvements.
Michael was only really concerned with gathering EXP, so capturing his opponents was counterintuitive at the minimum.
He couldn't help but get excited as he looked at his level however... He'd be able to pick another Spirit soon, so he could barely stop himself from sprinting out of his room and finding more 'EXP sacks'.
Prior to this night, Michael had decided that he needed to lie low for a day or two, with the way the D'argent were reacting to his presence, they'd either go completely underground after tonight or ready an ambush for him. Either way, neither was good for him.
He tosses his book away and lets it dissipate from existence in many bright particles, slouching in his bed with sigh, "Hmm, when I return to Earth, maybe I'll take over a country for myself... Not England... But, maybe Ireland...?"
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*Mochi, Mochi, Mochi*
Michael slowly chews on a juicy chicken skewer as walks towards a crowd that'd suddenly formed near the market beside the docks. He wasn't sure why they were gathered, but they were all watching the horizon with rapt attention... As if waiting for fireworks to be launched.
*Mochi, Mochi, Mochi*
"Mmm, this is good... I'll have to buy more on my way back." he mutters to himself as looks around for a place to sit. Unfortunately, most available spots had already been taken leaving him to awkwardly stand.
Eventually, the crowd started to make a commotion, some of the people pointing at a dark shadow appearing at the ocean's horizon.
"Hey, do you know what's happening?" Michael finally asks a nearby woman, not able to resist his curiosity any longer.
She tears her eyes away from the shadow and quickly nods, "It's the airship from Albion! This is the first one bringing refugee's and Tristain citizens here. With the civil war getting worse, everyone is doing their best to escape as soon as possible." she explains.
Michael nods, "Ah, is that so?... Who're you waiting for then?"
"My son, he was a soldier under King James, but I managed to persuade him to leave after the man was assassinated... Thing's weren't as bad then, but he's struggled to return ever since." she mutters with glimmering eyes, "I'm so relieved to finally see him again."
Michael smiles, "A son should always listen to his mother... They have a weird power to tell if their children are in danger. Well, most of the time." he says, keeping his expression light despite thoughts of his own mother.
With that, he leaves the woman to her own company and steps through the crowd to get a better view of the airship. By now it was already casting a massive shadow onto the ocean below it, Michael was somewhat put off by the shape of it... An airship shouldn't look like a sea-born vessel, it resembled a medieval ship that pirates would use, Michael wasn't even sure how those sails functioned midair. Wouldn't the ship just flip upside down or something?
The ship slowly approached the city, flying over the port and circling around to land on a large raised platform that seemed to be designed for landing airships.
The platform itself was a reverse cone-shaped stone building, that had its roof flaring out wider than the base originally was. While it did have a couple struts and pillars helping it hold its weight, without magic it'd most likely instantly fall apart, its own structure making it incredibly unstable.
It was probably required to be designed like that however, as there wasn't enough space in the area it was built to be so wide at its base. Most likely, the platform was created after the city was built.
He wondered what it would be like if Louise cast 'Dispel' on it, and then wondered why all his recent thoughts were so violent...
Once the airship lands, it takes around twenty minutes for refugee's and other civilians to come streaming out of the platform it'd landed on. Many people in the crowd rushed over to meet their loved ones, but a large portion looked downtrodden at the fact that the person they were looking for was missing.
Michael shakes his head and leaves, deciding that gawking at such a scene would ruin his mood... Unfortunately, his mood was destined to be ruined today. His feet halted as he noticed a man sticking up posters onto a nearby wall. "Really..." he mutters as he walks over, glaring at the portrait of... Himself?
"WANTED
DEAD OR ALIVE
MICHAEL THE FALSE FAMILIAR
50,000 GOLD REWARD"
In the middle of the paper was a hand-drawn portrait of himself... Though, Michael wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or offended by how badly they'd drawn him.
His portrait had sharp eyes with dark circles beneath them, with short spiky hair that'd belong on your typical thug. His nose was pointed in a similar manner to The Penguin from Batman, and his teeth were misaligned and blackened... His cheeks were also chiselled and almost sharp-looking, with thin lips and a large protruding chin.
"Did they mistake me for someone else?" he mentally retorts as he beholds his image. What part of this was even supposed to resemble him!? Did they not want to catch him? Did they have no competent artist? Or did the nobles have such skewed memories of him that this is what they came up with!?
Michael shakes his head and looks to the man who'd stuck up this bounty, he puffs his cheeks out slightly to soften his face to guarantee he wouldn't be noticed. "Er, sir? Is there any information on this man? I might try my hand at it... Fifty thousand isn't anything to sniff at."
The man nods, "News on it has been slow, but this criminal supposedly killed Guiche de Gramont after ambushing him. Used some kind of 'Elf magic' to do it. Hah, must be one of those disgusting half-elf abominations. Just look at him, parents must've thrown him in a ditch when he was born!" the man exclaims. "Or maybe it was one of those sicko's that'd stick their peter into an Elf..." he grimaces, "Can you even imagine?"
Michael's thoughts trail off as he thinks about certain risqué pictures of Night Elves, Dark Elves, and any other big booby elf you can think of. "Er, yeah... Imagine doing an Elf..." he manages to get out as the man continues to list off reasons he hates Elves.
"Why's this guy called the 'False Familiar' anyway?" Michael asks, wanting to know if they'd publically linked Louise to him.
The man shrugs, "No idea, must be one of those weird titles mages sometimes take up... Like 'Firebreath', or 'Turbulant'... Hey, ever heard of that noble who called herself 'Heavy Wind'? Heh! I'd hate to be stuck in a room with her, hahahaha!"
...
Michael continues to pursue the man about his bounty's information, but apparently, the only thing they really knew was that he possessed 'Elf Magic', he was deceitful and was dishonourable enough to cut your throat while you slept... Which wasn't really wrong per se. Especially considering his recent efforts.
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