Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
I just got back from one of my hunts and lowe and behold drama stands in my way. This drama was disguised as Odin's assistant crying rivers in my kitchen. Seems Rias, Xenovia and Asia are there to assist her but something tells me those girls won't be able to defuse the situation. Guess I'm getting involved in this. Great. So much for relaxing.
Y/N: What exactly is going on here?
Rias: Odin abandoned Rossweisse and now she can't stop crying.
Asia: Please don't cry! Everything will be okay!
Rossweisse: (proceeds to cry anyway)
Xenovia: We tried calming her down but so far none of us were successful.
Y/N: I can see that. Have you tried getting Amber to deal with this?
Rias: She's sleeping. We don't want to bother her.
Xenovia: Maybe you could help.
Y/N: Maybe. There's only one cure I know of that can cure sorrow. Alcohol.
Xenovia: Such wise words. As expected of the Legend of the Nigh.
Rias: No they aren't! You are not getting her drunk!
Y/N: What else do you want me to do? Comfort her?
Rias: Exactly. Use that silver tongue of yours on her.
Y/N: My silver tongue you say. Fine. But it's not my fault if she starts crying more.
I approached her and told Asia to leave it to me. There's only one issue about this. What am I supposed to do? Looks like I'll have to improvise.
Y/N: Rossweisse. Stop crying woman.
Rossweisse: (pays no mind and continues crying)
Y/N: Can you even hear me? Rossweisse?
I started getting irritated so I sat at the other end of the table and grabbed her hands that were covering her eyes. Now I've got her attention. Time to see just how good my silver tongue really is.
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Rossweisse: (tears inside her eyes)
Y/N: Know who I am?
Rossweisse: B-Breaker of Kingdoms?
Just how many titles do you have?
Y/N: In the flesh. We've met. Remember?
Rossweisse: Y-Yes. In the underworld.
Y/N: I've heard Odin ditched you. Is that why you're crying.
Rossweisse: That old man never cared about me! He always made my job harder!
