Reincarnated as a chicken

Hero party

Keimen City, Red Light District

Inside a lavish bar filled with jolly drunkards and women in obscene outfits moving about, serving drinks, sat a man in black with a mask on his face. Grimm Black was his name and everyone had come to fear it. Rumours had it that he wasn't human. Some say he was a beast person, others said a markari. People went so far as saying he was a vampire from the Realm of Eternal Night. If not, at least one of the many terrifying races from there.

Most steered clear of his path. This could be attributed to his reputation as a fine mercenary. One of the best around. Never missed a target. There were even some claiming that they had seen him beat B rank adventurers easily like they were a joke. Some said he could take down the famous Kings of Larm easily if he wanted to. Cold, calculating and quiet. The ultimate assassin.

So when such a person sat next to a beauty, drinking a cup of alcohol and heartily laughing his heart out, it raised suspicion for all those around him. Albeit interested, they refused to let him know that, so they would half-heartedly do what they were doing.

"You know, I've always wondered how you drink with your mask on."

The woman, a fair maiden with cherokee-like skin, a nice figure in a revealing outfit that covered only the bare minimum and cherry red hair braided into a locks said in amusement.

"There's a trick to it... hic... I could show... hic... you."

He said lazily, hiccupping in between words. He kept spinning about and laughing.

"Wow. You're in quite the cheery mood, no? Even having a drink with me out in public."

She took a sip of her cup and smiled brilliantly at him.

"Sorry... hic... about that... hic... but you know w-... hic... why, right?"

Grimm rested his head on the table. His hood fell down, revealing his beautiful silver hair that was a mess. The woman passed her hands right through his hair and caressed him.

"Of course I do, my love."

Her dazzling emerald eyes looked on his image with a gaze of interest, confusion and a hint of tender sweetness. This was a very stunning feature of hers that had many men fawning over her. Even now, Grimm was captivated by them.

"Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes?"

"Every single time we meet out in secret, darling. Still, I wonder why we can just meet out like this all of a suddenly."

"Hic... Well, the truth is... hic... I- I wanna get m-"

One of the women working in the bar walked over to their table and put down a tray. She leaned in close and whispered something into Grimm's partner's ears. She sighed and removed her hands from his head.

"Darling, it would seem that you have more work to do. Let's leave this for later, ok?"

Her facial expression was now one of obvious disappointment and anger. She got up from the table and leaned into the man's face. With a kiss to his head, she walked away, her mere steps showing grace and elegance one wouldn't expect a person living in the slumps to possess.

Another figure replaced her seat. It was Maude, her dirty blonde hair was a bit ruffled and she was huffing heavily.

Grimm looked up at her, although it wasn't easy to know that. His lack of words and calm, paced breathing would have lead anyone to believe that he was fast asleep. However not Maude. She knew this guy like the back of her palm.

She took out her hand and removed the thick gloves covering them. She sliced open a wound in her palm and blood dripped onto the table. On lookers just observed quietly, causing the whole room to turn silent, all eyes hungry for information on what would happen next.