(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 122: I've Come To Expect It From You

Chapter 122: I've Come To Expect It From You

YN: AGHH! Get off of me!

Garfiel: Yous got a lot of nerve pullin' some shit like this!

In the midst of an immediate struggle, just after he had emerged from the Tomb, YN was in a standing headlock of Garfiel's design.

YN: Screw you! You've got no right!

Garfiel: 'ell I do! Now, spit it up about the Trial! How'd'ya take it, eh?!

Increasing the grip around his neck, YN worked to try and get an arm behind, up and over Garfiel's back to get ready to grab the blazer he wore.

YN: I don't owe you any explanation!

Garfiel: That so, eh?! How bouts' I rip yer head off?! Not so strong this time around are ya?!

While Garfiel was definitely putting in effort to keep YN restrained, he was beginning to get annoyed with the little white spec of light harassing him.

Garfiel: 'ell is thing too?! Annoyin' me!

Trying to wave it away in vain, the little Yang spirit was far too agile for him. With a few attempts to blow the spirit away with a few huffs of air, Garfiel gave into his instincts and tried biting at the spirit as it hovered close to his face.

With the "*clack*" of his teeth closing on nothing but empty air, he let out a growl of continued frustration at this annoying spirit.

But this was to YN's advantage. Too focused on Algol, he made his move.

YN: —HMPH!

Grabbing a hold of Garfiel's blazer, YN leaned forward and lifted. In the youth's distracted state, his tension over YN's neck was weakened to the point he could slip out of the headlock, and in one motion, flipped the golden-haired boy over his shoulder as Algol supplied mana to his muscles.

Garfiel: —Gah!

Garfiel landed straight on his back as YN essentially threw him to the ground.

Quick to recover though, Garfiel flipped himself upright on the ground, but with the wind partially knocked out of him, it hadn't been as immediate as he had wanted. Regardless, he was facing YN once more.

As YN took a stance of sorts, arms out and ready to grapple, Garfiel clenched his teeth as his hands on the ground turned to fists, taking dirt into them as they formed.

Garfiel: Oh I'm gunna make ya pay fer that one...

Yet, just as he went to lift himself another entity joined them in the clearing before the Tomb.

Clad in white, rather than her usual black coat, her pink hair was flung behind her as she ran up to the person she so affectionately referred to as "Gar-bo."

Barefoot as she ran out of the brush, by the time she reached Garfiel's side, YN realized the elf girl also lacked her usual staff that held a mana crystal of sorts.

With the light "pat-pat-pat" of her run coming to a halt, as she reached Garfiel, Ryuzu simply stared at Garfiel.

Garfiel: —Huh?!

Clearly catching him off guard, YN wondered why Ryuzu would run up like this in the midst of a scuffle.

It doesn't look like she's trying to stop the fight... But why isn't she saying anything?

Finding the elder's behavior odd, YN remained still.

Garfiel: W-What're you doin'— errrr... Granny, what's going—?!