Broken

Chapter 55

"How are you so fast...?" gaped a rather dejected looking man in his mid-forties. He was short and slim, with mess brown hair and a pair of glasses that refused to stay on the bridge of his nose, causing him to readjust them constantly.

There was a long, suffering, sigh and the sound of papers being shuffled. I didn't bother to look up. Honestly, I was bored senseless, but I didn't feal right leaving a certain someone alone with certain other people... not to mention the poor man in fear for his job. So I was stuck laying on a rather uncomfortable couch and skipping through channels on the television bolted to the wall.

"Didn't you just learn this language...?" The man asked, still in shock as he checked over the paperwork he had been sure would have been beyond the woman.

Faust clicked her tongue, and- though I couldn't see her in my current position- I could imagine her glaring at the guild's accountant over her own glasses, with those burning red eyes. "Your language is primitive and convoluted." She said, annoyed. "I would hardly call learning it an accomplishment, but rather a test of my patience."

"Be nice to the guy, would you?" I sighed as Greyson snickered down by my feet. "I'm the one who asked you to take a look, don't take it out on him."

"I wouldn't want the scary demon lady reviewing my work either." grinned Eric. He was bored as well, and had started doing pushups in a corner of the accountant's office.

Faust turned her fierce glare on him. "I am not a demon." she said before returning her eyes back to the work at hand.

This time it was Greyson who rolled his eyes. "Well you won't tell us what you are, now will you?" He and his brother had been pestering Faust ever since I'd summoned her, and I suspected that it was them who were the root cause of her current irritation, rather than the finance work I had asked her to do.

Indeed, when I had first summoned her- a request from Carson who was curious as to her opinion- she seemed anxious. She probably thought I was going to ask her to either fight something, or interrogate her about the higher floors of the tower. So she looked rather relieved, and even curious, when I asked her to take a look at the guild finances.

She needed to learn English... but apparently that took no time at all. According to Faust- when she deemed to fork over this tiny tid-bit of information- the system automatically provides spoken translation, but that wasn't the same for written language. Not that that had held her back any. She'd learned our 'scribbles' in less then fifteen minutes and got straight to work review in the guild's finances.

I wasn't sure why Carson wanted her to do this... He didn't seem to suspect the guild's accountant of anything, so I saw no point. The only thing I could think of was that he had simply wanted an excuse to observe Faust. After all, it didn't shock me to find that he had us working in a room that was monitored by surveillance cameras.

"Your group wastes money at a horrifying rate." She eventually mumbled, fiddling with the accountant's PC. She had looked at the 'primitive box that wasn't even connected to the System' like it might try and hump her leg at first. Now she reluctantly used it with ease. Not that she was happy about it...

I snorted. "I probably could have told you that without even looking at those documents." I said, trying not to laugh. This whole guild was the definition of over-spending. At least they didn't have solid gold toilets...

"Yes... I've expressed concerns over the expenditures as well." The accountant sighed. "The guild master says that we are not going to go into a deficit any time soon, and that the extra training rooms will come in handy eventually..."