KonoSuba: Genesis of the Apocalypse

Chapter 2 - The Council Summons

-three weeks later-

(Y/n) sat at a table, once again in his human form. It was easier for him in the long run to interact with others when he looked human. It had something to do with people stammering in fear, even when drunk, when there is a hulking figure dressed in plate armour, that towers over 7 feet tall. He took a few sips from his tankard, the cool ale not helping to calm the roiling irritation that toiled within the inner most confines of his mind. He sighed, then got up placing the tankard on the table, he approached Luna.

She looked up to see him standing there. She gave him a calm smile, noting the look on his face.

Luna: What can I help you with?

(Y/n): Do you have any quests. Preferably something that would take some time. A horde of monsters that needs slaying, the works.

Luna looked at a sheet of papers, then spotted one.

Luna: There aren't any hordes of monsters, but I did get a request about a dragon that needed to be slain. The person who delivered it seemed a little shaken up too.

(Y/n) sighed.

(Y/n): That will work.

Luna handed him the request page. Followed by a jingling pouch, he gave her an odd look.

Luna: They paid the reward up front and told me to give it to the person who took the job. Must mean that this dragon is a real piece of work.

(Y/n): Suppose so, but then again, those kinds of jobs are my speciality.

He looked at it, carefully scanning the notice, then something on it caught his attention. A short sentence that was written in small letters. (Y/n) noticed with his sharp eyes that the words would have been too small for any normal person to see. He read them out loud, muttering them under his breath.

(Y/n): Strife, you have heard our summons, answer the call and heed the command.

Luna: What was that?

(Y/n): It would seem as if this is a personal request.

Luna: When you get back, there is something I want to talk to about.

(Y/n): Sure, you'll be the first to know when I'm back.

He rolled up the page and tucked it into his coat. As he walked towards the doors, his morphed, changing into his Horseman Form. The sudden sound of platted soles clinking against the ground caught the attention of the patrons. Most of them just catching the end of (Y/n)'s long purple scarf and "coat tail".

(Y/n) stepped out of the guild, summoning Mayhem who charged towards him with a bellow, emerging from the cloud of black and purple. Civilians and soldiers alike stopped and stared as (Y/n) climbed into the saddle. (Y/n) took out the notice once more just to ensure that he had memorized the location. Then his flicked the reigns, Mayhem reared back, his front hooves flailing, then he stomped down and trotted off towards the gates. People occasionally looked at him as he passed, casting a long shadow over them from where he sat.

Mayhem was much larger than any normal horse, possible twice as large as the largest charger and many more times faster. (Y/n) could have been considered the city's local oddity, if it wasn't for his habit of shooting people who mentioned that in the foot. The healers and clerics always had a fun time extracting the bullets, as they tampered with the effects of their healing magic.

(Y/n) rode out of the city, flicking Mayhem's reins and tapping his heels into the horse's flanks. Mayhem sped up into a canter, then to a full gallop. Charging away from the city, leaving behind a slowly fading trail of black and purple smoke, the wind blowing at the cloth that hung from the plate on his lower back and at the end of his scarf. A white vapour puffed out of the grill that covered Mayhem's mouth. The sun shone down glinting off of (Y/n)'s armour as he rode.