A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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You don't understand me~
Until I have you, I won't let go. Because you are the soul I've been searching for years. You can't fight a goddess, even if you're a mighty warrior. Just surrender to me and accept the love I have for you. For no one can hide from my eyes forever. Just be the hero I desire.
Artyom opened his eyes and found himself on a mattress. He rubbed his face and tried to get up, but noticed that Ali, wearing a white undershirt, was sleeping beside him, holding his arm with both hands, like a chick nestled under its father's wing.
Gently, he pulled his arm free from Ali's grasp and stood up.
Ali, as a girl, seemed trustworthy for now, but something about this situation bothered him. It was true that he had only known her for two days, but that didn't mean he shouldn't pay attention to details.
Last night, after returning from the tavern, Ali had behaved strangely. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had held his hands the entire way, just like now, with her arms wrapped around his. Artyom had learned about such behaviors from the adult Mandalorian women in his tribe. It was a simple method to get closer to someone.
But this was contrary to what Ali, as a ruler, should display. If Ali truly presented herself as a prince in her land, such girlish behavior seemed unlikely. However, Artyom thought of something else suspicious; even if Ali were a king, why would she choose a Mandalorian out of all people?
He was a bounty hunter, not a savior.
Artyom wanted to get to know Ali better, but it seemed she was still hiding something from him. Until then, everything seemed fine, and there were no suspicious signs. At least, until they returned from the tavern.
While brushing his teeth, Artyom looked at Ali, who was still asleep. He wondered how such a girl could present herself as a king and run a kingdom. Not that he didn't believe her. Ali even had documents, and the guild had confirmed them.
Unless something had happened after he left yesterday?
The young Mandalorian thought more as he walked towards his armor in silence; this couldn't be possible. No matter how much he thought about it, there was no way someone would want to take or meet a newly freed slave. Especially when both of them were far from public places.
