Nero Salvic~Memories of the Protector

Chapter 1

Five years have passed since the Protector died.

She was like an idol to me.

My lovely Miyuki.

She trained me and practically brought me up, always treated me with care, unlike a certain woman I know.

She never taunted me, and accepted whatever I chose to do.

Not like the bastard biting at my ears with his annoying bastard voice.

“Ya can’t just peep on people like ‘at, dick-face.” He grumbles.

“I can do whatever I like.” I snap at him, not turning to look him in the eye, “It’s my telescope.”

He sighs irritably and mutters a few incoherent words under his breath.

“Who are you lookin’ at anyway?” He asks , stepping forward, arms crossed, looking off the roof that we stand on to follow my line of sight.

“You’re future wife.” I drool.

“Bastard.” He hisses, and snatches my telescope off me.

I jump from my crouching position and dive at him, grabbing at my bronze-coloured telescope.

“That was expensive, you dick!” I cry, as he swings it away from me again.

“Wasted money if you’re gunna use it fer stuff like this.” He frowns, stepping away.

He’s skilled at walking along roofs.

I wasn’t taught to, but I’m better at it than my teacher.

I hurry after him as he jumps across to another rooftop, laughing and waving the telescope teasingly as he sees my irritation.

I rush over to jump across and slip.

“SHIT!” I shout, as I find myself hanging, 5 metres from the dull, cobbled streets below.

I call after him but he just hurries off to his girlfriend. The girl I was peeking at.

She’ll probably try to assassinate me as I sleep.

It’ll never work.

When I first started staying in the village, I spotted her, whilst running from Dragon, the ‘well-natured’ 24-year-old bastard who gets annoyed at me whenever he possibly can.

I was peeking on his woman, Krasia, a ‘previous’ thief, and he found me, caught me like I was one of the fleas on his dog- it took a while and he was extremely pissed-  and shamed me infront of her.

I suppose putting my thumb up, grinning, and asking to see her cleavage wasn’t a great apology.

I noticed the fire of hatred for me burning in her eyes immediately.

Struggling to escape from Dragon’s almost-iron grip, I hurried off, taking cover in my house.

But Krasia had definite ability, and managed to block me in my own home using a strong wind.

She crept in after dark, when she stopped the wind, completely unseen, thanks to her invisibility, but I wake awake, and I could hear footsteps.

Bare foot. She knows it stops her feet making too much noise as she tries to steal something.

But her intent was not to steal, that night, oh no.

She did nothing to me, but there was a quiet tap as a wooden cup was placed on my bed-side table, a sloshing noise as the liquid inside splashed from side to side.