24 Ah, The Negotiator!

It was already night the moment we clean up the rest of the battlefield. Dozens of sacks containing thousands of monster cores were placed beside the main tent. We were resting for the next dig to the Artemis temple tomorrow morning.

It has been decided to pack up first tomorrow morning rather than leaving the rest of the party behind outside the temple in case of a repetition of today.

I wonder how the princes could manage to field thousands of Daedra in such a location where their influences were almost next to nothing. Ugh, I have to deal with him, right? One thing I learned to fight a divine is to satisfy and make them content.

After all, what a champion of all Daedric princes that wouldn't know how his master do their bidding?

Just… spare me of Sheogorath. I don't know how to deal with that crack of a god.

I was sitting beside the campfire, while the gods are bickering near me. The forest was eerily quiet tonight, no monsters in sight as they were giving us space to rest or something. Perhaps their number has dwindled after the last engagement, I hope that would be the case. Still, it would be a fool to not expect the worst scenario.

That's why the veteran consisted of three levels 4 and five-level 3 are offering themselves to guard the remainder of the day, still wary of the monster.

"Still, to think the shut-in goddess will finally descend to the lower realm! Ah, what kind of event this world will befall into, moreover there's two of them!?" Cried the god of messenger dramatically.

I assure you it would be both, I thought inside.

"Who're you calling shut-in, and don't lump me together with her."

"I'm sorry, now I'm a splendid goddess who takes care of her familia."

"So, you're not denying it, Hestia."

Leaving the gods behind, and sighed, I stood up and walked to the corner of the camp. I swear something called me behind those trees. But as I walked out the perimeter of the camp, a voice called me from behind.

"What is it, kid?"

"Uh… no, I just want to say thank you for your assistance earlier."

If I remember it right, the white-haired boy is the Hestia only Familia member. If you took a closer at him, I swear there's a phantom of rabbit somewhere. So innocent, so gullible, and so idealistic. What a befitting appearance.

There's also the latest rumor I ever heard somewhere that there's someone with white hair who beat the faster leveling record in the entire history with leveling up from level 1 to level 2 in just a month replacing the previous record that is 1 year.

Leveling up is not simply gained exp… cough… I mean enough Falna to reach the next stage. There's a mechanism that you need to prove yourself by facing greater adversaries stronger than your current self.

That's why there's a large gap between level, more so for level 1 and level 2. Outside Orario a level 2 can be regarded as a noble if they choose to settle on the land. Such prestige just being a bottom fodder inside the city.

"No need, it's only natural to do your job." I waved at him. I get a letter from Fels to aid them in their quest and will be sufficiently rewarded as it's an emergency quest from the guild. Though, I vehemently supported it one I saw the content and exact enemies they're facing.

"But still, I'm sure there's a lot of people who will die if not for your intervention… and besides that, how do you get that cool looking magic! how about that armor, how about that glowing sword! What's the chant!"

He suddenly grew a fanboy on me like crushing his ideal figure or something. On that note, I'm particularly proud that I'm perhaps, the straightest man ever lived in the world impervious to any trap's potential out there.

Oh god, if only he knew the story of how I got all of these. Not complaining though.

"No… I don't mean… no, please pardon me!" Now he suddenly bowed in front of me.

Seriously, I never get the handle of how to treat someone like this. Not in my entire career.

I chuckled at him, truth to be told just masking my insecurities or lack of responding to this kind of scenario.

Now appear like a proper senior, proper senior… although I'm technically the junior here, no one needs to know.

"It's fine really. While there are a proper place and situation to discuss things like this, don't you think it would be a good idea to spare your energy for tomorrow."

I dodged questions…

"Is that so?" He tilted his head.

What the…

"That is so. He will tell you if you survive tomorrow's expedition that is."

At that his face instantly turned bright, "Thank you, Mr. Knight. I'll hold your promise."

With that he left, leaving me sighing alone, again in the corner.

What an awkward conversation, it's very hard to talk to someone below your age.

I left the area and deeper into the woods.

"Is that you Champion!?"

A gurgling of voice, that more befitting of a dying tyrannical old man came out once I stepped into a clearing.

"You expect the champion, but no, it is I, Dragonborn!"

Oh wow, I don't expect to break the Khajiit speech patterns this way.

"It is the same, you old fool!"

"Who are you calling a fool, Molag."

"It is no matter, you're here. Bringing me a fresh new world to plunder. Such a befitting gift for a champion to give to his master, no?"

In the middle, wind swirling around gathering motes of dust that turned into a deep orchid of a color. The place was dimly lit by the swirling orb that was forming, the manifestation of the prince if I had to guess.

"You don't have any idea how the god of this world will react don't you?"

"The foolish same divines who enjoy basking in the inferiority of the mortals!? Me? Afraid!? Of those old senile that will idly be bickering to themselves as the world burns in my waking boot for the sake of a pitiable feeling called as amusement? Me!?"

I have to say, he was impartially correct on the part where they will stand idle. Though, it was a mere conjecture of my parts, as the divines are not all the same breed of personality as I have witnessed in here.

"Nonsense, you'll surely fail Molag."

"And who are you to judge your master of his action!?"

"The same servant who stop your invasion, kill your avatar, wed your daughter, and dominate your realm for a time until he got bored."

The glowing orbs become silent at my statement which is true. Vigilant is a nice mod, and who am I if I'm not marrying the best eligible Waifu in Skyrim.

"I called that cheating!? Cheating!? A hero protected by fate, a servant rising up against his master! preposterous! The master of rebellion and domination lose in his own game! I propose a rematch! You against my newest acquisition in this world!"

Oh great, he had gone senile. He reminded me of that particular Hitler movie. What was it again, downfall?

Though what I'm envied of the Daedric princes is that they will always capable to try again, but for some reason never learned of their failures.

"And what kind of deal we are making?"

"That I won't bother to come to this puny and a joke of a world ever again."

"Is that the prince of domination could all offer?"

"Fine! I can bring one person of your choosing to this pitiful little world."

"Deal."

Well, that's what I called 100 speech skills. Reducing a prince into blabbering old senile.

"One more question, how do you get to this world?"

I hope I was only imagining that he is now smirking at me.

"What kind of a fool who will use a service and not expecting to be tracked. Now, the whole realms know your whereabouts. Not that they could try other than I of course."

Oh great. F'ck. I should have not summoned that spider Daedra, the prank is now biting to my ass.

As he said that last piece, which I don't understand, the orbs grow brightly before releasing a strong swirl of wind and disappeared out of existence.

I left another sighed. As I stepped out of the clearing, and into the camp, I realized that I had more fun talking to a Daedric Prince of domination rather than 14 years old boy. Oh, I hope age is not the factor.

Just my life.

I stopped these musings when I sense someone watching me. She jumped from the trees and landed with grace as the air offering themselves as a cushion.

She had a long tip of an ear, signifying that she was an elf. Thankfully, while maintaining perhaps the same attitude as the one back in the old world, their appearances are more to that eastern depiction of an elf which is transcended humans in terms of beauty just with a long ear.

Crystal met the cold void of the steel.

"What are you doing, Mr. Knight."

"Doing the same old business a man needed if you catch this one drift."

"I see. Dinner is ready. Best if you catch up, or it will get cold, Mr. Knight."

"Thank you for the advice, He will do the exact thing you say, Ms. Elf."

I walked past her. A sense of foreboding was crawling to my mind. What does she want?

"I saw that. Hear too"

I stopped at my track. Our back still facing each other, as she glanced behind to me with that cold crystal eyes of her.

Sigh, from one problem to another. Now it risked my entire identity. I hope she's a good Samaritan, I have seen this trope more than ever.

If worst comes to worst, I will store her body later in the [Planar Gate] and pray no one notices her.

"If you're worried about it, then be assured that this one has no side to whatever malicious forces at the forefront of your mind, and no harm shall be done to everyone."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is. Now, if you'll excuse this one."

I proceed with my walk, approaching the campfire where everyone was sitting, and enjoying their meal.

"M'aiq, why is she following you?"

Again, I stopped at my goddess's voice, as everyone stared at me as something befitting of a freakshow. I realized that the Elf is following my back when I turned behind.

"I don't know about you; the best course is to follow and observe."

Sigh, scratch all of my words. F'ck my life.