The Strongest Hero (Reader X Harem)

Chapter 12

New chapter ;] You know how this goes. Enjoy!
[] Tensa Zangetsu
** Thought

In a very sunny and blazing hot day, Mr. Ryze and (Y/N) are having a discussion in the professor's room after the school day. It's about the students 'special' first mission.
"So wait, do you mind repeating that again? I'm supposed to do what in the what now?" The confused student asks the man who is in front of him.
The man stands up and goes to his window, he picks up his mug that has ale in it and drinks it.
"Ahhh, so refreshing, now where was I? Ah, now I remember. You must go to different pubs and taverns in the area, ask the local folk if they know of a man that has light brown short hair and a big scar on his face, they'll know who you mean."
"You never explained to me why I must meet the man, who is he?"
"He's noble of some sorts, the man asked the school to get rid of a foul beast near his home, at first I refused but then he basically offered a shit ton of gold, couldn't refuse that, it's beneficial for the school, though now that I think of it, he didn't mention his name."
"And you're making me kill the said beast because you're too busy? I feel like you basically sold me off to my death."
"You bested Mr. Aatrox in combat, the beast is of no issue whatsoever."
"And also, since when do schools do dirty work for others for money?"
"Since now."
"Fair enough, shall I start now?"
"Suit yourself, you've got time."
Before I could leave I decide to ask the old man what I was going to profit off of this mission.
"What's my merit in this? If you don't mind me asking."
The man sighs and lays on his bed.
"You can see parts of the country you've never been to I guess? And If the man is generous enough, he might reward you separately, that's all."
"Alright, off I go, shouldn't take long."

...

[Remember the last words you said to the professors before you left? Hmm?]
*...No? Why?*
[Should't take long, that's exactly what you said.]
*Are you taking the piss or something? What about it?*
[No, not really. It's just that you've been asking drunk folk for the past 2 hours about a man we don't know exists!]
*Sigh, I don't even care anymore, leave me beeee*
Before I could lay my head down and sleep for a long time, I notice a man that is wearing a brown top with a bag on the left and dark green pants, he sits in front of me and stares at me like I'm a friend he's known for ages.
I stare at him dumbfounded and ask him a question.
"Uhm, do I know you, sir?"
"Name's Gaunter and no, I just noticed that you're very down, may I ask why?" Gaunter asks me.
"I'm looking for someone."
"Ah, everyone is looking for someone these days."
"Not just anyone, this is important, I need to find a man that has light brown hair with a big scar on his face."
Gaunter then unexpectedly lifts up his hand and yells.
"2 Schnappses!"
I look at him confused.
"Hah, It'll lift your spirit."
[Fuck it, have a drink with the man.]
"Fine, I'll have a drink, why not?"
After the man and I quickly finished our drinks I decided to ask the question that matters the most to me.
"Can we cut to the chase? Have you seen the man or not?"
The man then looks at the straight in the eyes and says the name of a person I know nothing of.
"Olgierd, Olgierd von Everec."
"Never mentioned his name."I say.
"And yet you described him perfectly. And once I hear something, I never forget. Can't help it."
"If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?"
"What a question. What kind of merchant would I be if I wouldn't remember the name of my frequent customer? The only way a humble merchant might hope to rub against greatness is to make deal with someone who has great wealth."
"Fair enough, wouldn't hurt to ask but who are you exactly? Your aura is very weird, like, very."
"A mangy vagrant. Gaunter O'dim, at your service." The man replies.
"Vagrant. That a profession now?"
"Ah, I was once a merchant of mirrors. The madding crowd dubbed me Master Mirror, or the Man of Glass.
"So, you've seen Olgierd? Where is he?"
"West of here, 20-minute horse ride, on foot about 2 hours.
"Thanks, I appreciate your help."
"We men of the road must stick together. Perhaps one day I'll be in trouble and you'll be nearby to help, and I have a feeling we might see each other very soon."
And so, the man got up and left.
*Fuck, he left me to pay for the beers, I'm short on coin already!*
[Tough luck bud, but how do you know you can trust him? He might be just taking the piss.]
*He might, but he's the only one who at least gave me a direction, guess I'll have trust a stranger this time.*

2 Hours later.
At a notice board.

*Wanted - a cradle, used but unworn... Need a beau to accompany to a friend's wedding... Willing to trade a leaky pot for a cart...? Who the fuck writes these?*
[The weird kind.]
I then notice a bald man with a long beard hanging up a notice next to me, I decided to ask him if he needed help for hire since I really needed the coin.
"Need help?" I ask the man.
"Any bloke willin' to kill a beast will do."
*Mr. Ryze mentioned something about killing a beast, did he not?*
"Beast? What kind?"
"Big. Bad. Ugly. Lives in the sewers."
*Fuck sake*
"If you're interested, drop by the Garin Estate, ask for Olgierd von Everec. He's the one who ordered this post."
*Bingo, found my client.*
"Thanks, I'll be on my way then."

After asking an old couple for the road to the estate I finally seemed to have arrived at the place. Big and beautiful house with a wonderful garden, hope the guy is as well mannered as his house. I enter through the main gate and after seconds I could hear the strong smell of ale, and after a little while I arrive at the main entrance of the house where a man is standing."
"Oi, mate! Your face isn't familiar. What is it you want?"
"Looking for Olgierd von Everec!"
"Ahhhhh. That'd be inside! Come in!"
[This guy looks shady, and basically reeks of alcohol!]
*Don't tell me that, my nose is actually going to rot away soon, ugh, this smell.*
As I enter the house I could hear weird noises and loud screams in the main hall. All of them with a bottle of ale in their hands, great. I'll have to talk with people who have 50% of their brain available at the moment, again. This is going to suck, isn't it?
I enter the room and quickly pop the question.
"Olgierd von Everec - I'm looking for him."
The drunk cripple look alike lifts his bottle and says.
"None here by that name, wrong house, mate, hahaha."
*Fucking hell.*
"Alright, alright, enough, I'll take you to him, come with me."
As the man and I were talking to Olgierd, he decides to give me a hint.
"So, what do they call you?" The man asks.
"(Y/N), nothing too fancy."
"Bit of advice, (Y/N), Once you meet Olgierd, try and pique his interest."
"I gotta pique his interest? He's the one that wants a monster dead."
"Aye - but you're not the only one asked to kill the beast. So, If you want this job, you gotta grab his attention. And he's one to get bored mighty quick."
We then enter Olgierds room.
"Sir, you've got a guest."
I could then see Olgierd standing 190 cm tall (6'2) looking at a half-nude statue.
"Do you know what types of sculptures fetch the best prices? Statues of deities, busts of kings... And nudes. And what have we here? A naked wench." The tall man then asks me. "What do you think of her?"
"I happen to like it. Especially her 2 melons."
"Hah, a jester. Good. I don't like men with no sense of humor. They bore me to death." The man then sighs. "Ah... I used to like Votticelli. The life he could breathe into a chunk of cold stone... But I look at it now, and it seems just a rock, ideally proportioned, not a flaw on its surface, painfully perfect." Olgierd then puts his hand on the statues head. "As lifeless and boring as a boulder at the roadside." Olgierd then unexpectedly pushes the expensive looking statue to the ground, shattering it to pieces. "That's better! More interesting, at the least. Very well, now to the matter at hand. The contract. Let's talk."

End of chapter 12!
Chapter 13 coming soon!