Parallel Vol. 4 [LEGACY EDITION]

Chapter 46.2: The Crazy Guildmaster

Leila soon arrived at a rough outline for how she would like to play this out, however, this case was on a much grander scale than usual, so she decided to contact the irresponsible Guildmaster. Also, there was the matter of the poison. Although Leila was confident she could find someone in the country strong enough to cure the poison, she was not certain she could do so in the brief timeframe.

Compared to her conventional methods of searching, Leila was certain that the unreasonable Kashi would somehow find a miracle to solve the situation. A light smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she recalled the sight of a red-haired warrior staring at a Lich's domain packed with dozens of undead dragons and thousands of undead nights, and unreasonably declaring, "It'll work out somehow," as he rushed at the horde.

What was worse was that it actually did work out somehow. At the time, Razznik's unreasonable damage managed to accidentally destroy a mountain which secretly contained the Lich King's phylactery. With the Lich's soul exposed, the then-named Aileera only needed a thunderbolt spell to destroy it, bringing an end to the Lich and in turn, the army under its control.

Leila, or rather Adachi Ayumi inwardly smiled as she realized just how much she had changed since she first met Suzuki, and then Razznik and finally Kashi. Each man had added some color to her black and white world. As someone who had been raised with endless responsibilities, she initially had a drab outlook on the world, one consisting solely of what would be profitable and what wasn't. Her interactions with people were solely measured on how much impact they would potentially have in her future.

That was until she met Suzuki.

Leila recalled the panic when the famed 'Club Destroyer' first visited the Archery Training Center, claiming he was there to learn. Some rowdy boys had gone up to 'teach him a lesson,' but within seconds it was the boys who had their heads planted in the ground.

That unruly young man then approached her and said, "I heard you are the best here. I am only interested in learning from the best. What do I have to do to get you to teach me?"

At the time, Ayumi had assumed this youth was here to show off his strength in front of her, and nonchalantly stated, "Clean the dojo for a month."

"A month is too long," Suzuki complained. Just when Ayumi was about to sneer, he added, "I will be everyone's gopher for a week. Cleaning, fetching drink, wiping sweat, whatever. If I do this for a week, it should be enough right?"

"Do what you want," Ayumi dismissively replied. She knew there were a lot of nutcase fans in this dojo who wanted to get close to her. This unruly youth who thought he could solve everything with strength would soon face a rude awakening. All she had to do was wait until he lashed out at someone and she would kick him out.

As expected, only thirty minutes later, there were shouts and the dojo's trainees quickly gathered around Suzuki who was squatting on the floor, his hair sopping wet. Apparently, someone had spilled something on the floor. When he went to clean it up, someone else 'accidentally' poured water all over him.

That was also the first moment, Ayumi truly got interested in Suzuki as a person. That was because while he had his head down, the young woman felt her skin crawl from the dense killing intent billowing out of him. These children who had never faced anything dangerous were not sensitive to this pressure, but her father as an ex-military man, had ensured she was exposed to killing intent from a young age so she would be able to tell if someone was targeting her.

However, what Ayumi found truly horrendous was the fact that Suzuki's killing intent was on par with those ex-military bodyguards and mercenaries who had taken countless lives. Her father had said that only two people were able to cultivate such dense killing intent. Those who had forged a river of blood with their hands, and the mentally, most likely, criminally insane.