Re: Craftsmen, Devil or Protector

Arc 1 | Chapter 2

Re:Craftsman, Devil or a protector Arc 1 | Chapter 2 - The meeting and the search

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Spell incantation

{Telepathic speaking}

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(Subaru's pov)

'How do I always end up in these type of situations?' I thought while observing the girl, who I remember Assassin being obsessed with.

The girl in question was currently glaring at me in return.

'I don't see a reason to fight her so I should probably clear up the misunderstanding before she start shooting icicles at me again.' I reasoned with myself while trying to put some distance between my memories and Assassin's memories.

"I think there has been a misunderstanding, young lady." I started as I capture her attention.

"You see those three sleeping beauties behind," I said as I pointed behind me to the robbers cause her to look at them, "they attempted to rob me of my belongings which caused me to fight back."

"Really? For all I know they are innocent citizens that you have harmed for getting in your way!" Emilia countered back.

'Do I look like a villain? Actually I don't want to know.' I thought concerned about my appearance, while ignoring Emilia's paranoid argument, but before I could respond a new voice were heard.

"He is telling the truth." A flying cat said as it flew over the girl's shoulder. It's fur were grey silver, it's eyebrows were small and rhombus-shaped. It also has a gold earring on it's left ear. "Besides, the thief is a female. Not a male, Lia."

'A spirit?' I thought in surprise, before noticed what type of spirit it was and the crazy amount of power that were coming off from it. I remembered this one. 'Puck, the Great Spirit of Fire. Also known as the Beast of the End.' I thought before huffing, 'A weakened Fou is significantly more of a threat than the Great Spirit. Root, Puck is, at best, a Anti-Country Spirit.'

I sent a knowing look to my shoulder, expecting to see the fluffy human murder machine's smug expression. Instead I saw nothing but air.

I blinked.

I then remembered the important piece of information that I had left my familiar back home. I then realised that I couldn't send Fou to one shot Puck anymore.

I inwardly tsk'ed, cursing my bad luck.

'Well root. I guess I am going to have to use my reality marble for this... if a fight were to break out between him and I.' I concluded, my mind’s eye going through all scenarios that it could come up with.

However I was taken out by my thoughts when the girl started talking again.

"You be quiet, Puck." The girl said the cat spirit's name, while still glaring at me until she realised what it had just told her. "Hold on... no!" She realized she had failed to catch the thief. She turned away from me before she showed her frustration. "Did I really just waste so much time?!"

I just stood there, finding some amusement in her frustration. But amusement aside, I began to constructing a plan in my mind's eye.

If I remembered correctly Emilia is a royal candidate who has scrutinised due to her half-elf heritage. A cold, calculating part of me wanted to earn a favor from her, through manipulation or other means.

Something my time as a magus has taught me is that favors are extremely valuable. They could be game changing, especially when a powerful individual owes you something. Emilia's royal candidacy status and her sponsor's power would be extremely useful thing to have in my pocket.