My Servant Is An Elf-Knight From Another World

Chapter 6

They say that three is a crowd. But they never really specify if whether that crowd is dead or not.

Well, in my case, as me, Ash, and the bowler-hat man stumbled our way into the lift, I wouldn't exactly call us the liveliest crowd.

It was mostly just complete silence, followed by the occasional glaring from either one of us. All the way to the top floor was the button the man pushed and being the heavy smoker that he is, he just had to have another smoke while we're in such a small compact space.

Ash didn't seem to mind, but I did. A sensitive nose has its drawbacks. I had a tough time trying to refrain from going into a coughing fit so as to not draw any attention to myself.

Wasn't exactly the mood for idle talk either, but bowler-hat man didn't care.

"You're an idiot, kid," he said, shaking his head once again. "Shoulda just paid what you owed like a good little boy. It would have ended well for you."

"I did pay what I owe," I retorted. "It's you people who decided that it wasn't enough."

"Never said it was fair, but it would have been a far better outcome. Now there's no turning back from here. You know, if it weren't for my job, I would almost feel sorry for you."

I tried to not let his words get to me. I knew he was just trying to intimidate me, but goddamn it, dude... it's actually working.

Of course, Ash noticed, squeezing my arm tight and giving me a small nod. Her way of encouragement, I guess. Doesn't really bolster my confidence that much but I'll take what I can get.

"Still though," said the man, as the elevator doors parted open. "You got guts."

We stepped into the room and as soon as our feet hit the carpeted floor, a sense of danger began to pervade. A simple penthouse suite shaped into an office and yet it feels as if we just entered the lion's den, complete with tough-looking bodyguards at either side all wearing suits.

The bowler-hat guy didn't follow us, he remained in the elevator, giving his farewell with a curt nod before the elevator doors closed once again, leaving Ash and I all on our lonesome to venture on deeper into the heart of darkness.

Had I come alone, no doubt my legs would have gone jelly and I'd be flopping around the floor like a fish having a nervous breakdown. But for some reason, the sight of Ash simply striding forward without fear gave me enough courage to do the same.

Suddenly Ash leaned in close, whispering to me while looking straight forward, "By any chance, could that be him right over there?"

Her finger pointed to a man in a pristine-looking business suit, he was by a large window overlooking the city with his back faced towards us. A cane in one hand, while the other delved into his pants pocket.

I've only ever seen the mob boss once when I first paid a visit and although it was a very brief sighting, I knew there was no mistaking that authoritative air around him, nor that relaxed demeanor.

The way he just stood there, like he was always in control. There was no mistaking it...

"Yeah, that's him," I told Ash, meeting her eyes with a knowing glance. "Sure about this?"

She nodded at me. "Have faith in me, Master."

Faith was all I had right now. And I'm clinging onto it for dear life.

I nodded back. Moment of truth time.

"Excuse -"

"Not another step."