POV: You Get Isekai'd Into the Final Fantasy XV world

Chapter 7- You Aren't a High Enough Level to Fist Fight a Saberclaw.

I had never seen Malcolm so serious. Granted I had only known the demon for a few days, but I had witnessed an array of emotions from him in that short time. Seriousness wasn't one of them.

"I'll consider it," I said surprising myself just as much as Malcolm.

"You...will?" He asked, apparently skeptical of the fact that I didn't immediately refuse.

"But before I decide, I need full disclosure. Everything I have to do, every catch, and your end game needs to be fully on the table." I wasn't planning on letting Malcolm trick me out of my eyeballs or something this time in exchange for his help.

"Deal," Malcolm said putting out his hand for me to shake.

"I'll shake your hand after you fill me in on the details."

Malcolm chuckled at my wariness. "It was just a handshake, but I will honor your wishes," he said.

"Well, you understand why I would be cautious now when making a deal with you."

"Of course," Malcolm said with a Cheshire grin. "We're running out of time, so I won't be able to explain everything now," he informed me as he checked for dirt under his fingernails.

I hadn't even noticed the sun was starting to poke out from the horizon. The boys would be waking up soon.

"Ardyn's goal is to use the empire and their daemon experiments to get revenge on the royal line of Lucis. His body, like the daemons, are infected with the scourge, making him immortal. If we can somehow absorb the entire scourge, he would be defeated, the empire would be much less powerful, and the prophecy that kills your friend will never need to be fulfilled," Malcolm explained as he swiped his hand in a half circle, as if painting the picture of Ardyn's defeat onto the surrounding air.

"What kind of device would be able to absorb the scourge?" I asked skeptically.

"Nothing powerful enough that exists in this universe," Malcom said nonchalantly like that fact hadn't completely ruined everything.

"Mother fu-" I stopped myself mid curse as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "How are you presuming we absorb the scourge if nothing that can accomplish that even exists?"

"I said it didn't exist here." Malcolm's smile grew. "That doesn't mean it doesn't exist at all."

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I had just slipped back into the hotel room and closed the door, when Ignis' voice sounded from behind me.

"Where have you been?" He asked, sounding like a father who had just caught his daughter sneaking back in at 3am.

Suddenly I became aware of how suspicious I must seem. A complete stranger joins the prince's group and then is caught sneaking out of the hotel room. Ignis must think I'm a spy for the Empire, or something equally as ludicrous. I decided it would be best to tell most of the truth, minus the part about Malcolm... and my dream.

"O-oh, sorry. I couldn't sleep so I went out to train some more and lost track of time."

There was a remnant of suspicion in Ignis' eyes for a moment more, before he sighed and said, "Well, just don't do it again. I didn't know what to make of it when I came in to make breakfast and you were no where to be found."

So Ignis was worried about me with only a hint of suspicion that I might be out to murder the prince. How sweet.

"Right, sorry, it won't happen again, promise." I was stumbling through this conversation like a bull in a china shop.