Gowther x Reader || Phoenix Heart

Chapter twelve || Am I dreaming

A/n: so sorry for the late update, it was my birthday yesterday, so for the past few days my mind has been pretty occupied and I forgot.

So the three of you wait, and wait, until half a day passes by. The demons start questioning if Galand may have killed him on accident.

You get up and hobble over to the unconscious man. 'Is his body, more muscular then before? No that's stupid.' "I can check if he's still alive, and if he's not, then I guess I get my prize." You taunt making Galand shutter visibly. You proceed to unbury the mans head, pressing your middle and index finger to his neck you definitely notice his jaw line is more pronounced. 'Weird.' Feeling the thrum of his pulse against your fingers you stand and catch sight of Galand trying to take an ornate looking battle axe off the wall. "What are you doing?"

"Ugh!" He cries as the axe falls to the ground, much too heavy for him. "Who even made this thing! For a two handed battle axe the hilt is much too short." You look at the axe in contemplation, the hilt it's short and the quillon only has enough room for one hand.

"That's because I don't think it is a two handed axe." You say absently more focused on the empty spot where the bartender once lay.

"Don't be absurd, no one could hold this with one hand."

"The tiny flame is correct, it's a one handed weapon."

You look at the large man that vaguely looks like the snivelling bartender from before. "Tiny flame??" 'Is this prick talking about me?!'

"Sacred treasure Rhitta, a battle axe adorned by the sun barring the name of a maiden. A mere demon who writhes around in the shadows isn't worthy of her glory." He picks you up by the under arms, much like a child would a cat. "Sit aside injured one." He places you down on the far side of the tavern behind the bar.

He rants calmly to the demons about how he'll defeat them and boasts about being the best, above all else. As his body inflates like some sort of fucked up muscly balloon, clothes tearing apart at the seems. Because you're behind him you can see the large tattoo of a lion on his back.

Your eyes widen as the realization dawns on you. 'He and Ban know each other, he called his axe a sacred treasure. The fucking tavern was called "my sweet gluttony" and he asked about Merlin!' You slap a hand over your forehead. "Idiot!"

"Don't blame your self tiny flame, it is a common over sight. For you see, I am lion sin Escanor."

After some light conversation Escanor chops Galand clean in half, making you laugh. "Jeez if you keep that up I don't get my prize, right Galand? Although this is supposed to be a death match, so either way, you die here."

You slide back down and wait for this all to be over, when the mountain quakes. "What the hell is it now?" Looking past the bar you catch Galands gem thing glow as he seems to power up. Growing bigger and supposedly more intimidating but Escanor and you aren't swayed.

What does get you is what he says. "I was saving this power for my rematch with that bastard Meliodas but ev-"

You stand on your good leg. "What?" He turns as if he's going to ignore you. "What did you just say?!"

He disregards you opting to swing his spear and chops the mountain in half, you duck close down to the ground. "Y/n! Are you ok?" You sit up and throw a thumbs up at Ban.

After the attack had no effect on him he seems shaken. "Withdraw Galand."

"No i-I made a promise a-and I intend to- to.." his eyes travel to you, pure entertainment and joy in your expression. "What are you so happy about?!" He fumes.