Lair (2)

As much as I want to just head on over and pretend I was part of the expedition team, I couldn't so I sneaked behind the busy team without making any noise. I haven't even started to raid the Lair, yet I'm already feeling nervous. I mean in a group of people who probably have 4* hunters in the mix, my nervousness was reasonable. What if I get treated again as a criminal pretending to be a Tree student, I might get beheaded instantly as these people were not as compassionate as Jean.

Although sneaking seems to be easier than I expected, as it's pretty loud in these parts. I snuck into the dressing room through the fence surrounding the area. There were a lot of people around the bridge but there were non inside the dressing room. Now that I look at it, it's pretty fancy huh? there were even changing rooms like those in the malls. But anyway, I should change my clothes for now. I find the clothes which looked like the uniforms, of people strolling around.

As I was about to go and grab the clothes...

* Creak *

Oh no...

There was someone about to go into the room. so without wasting any more time I immediately rushed into the changing room.

" Is there someone there? " It seems like he noticed my presence.

" Uh... yeah. I'm just switching my clothes as I'm quite sweaty. " I say, changing my voice to be somewhat deeper than normal.

" Hmm... I haven't heard your voice before. "

" Big place, you know... " Do I have to knock him out? Knocking him out here was not a good idea, as when someone finds him or he wakes up, the security around the area will increase without a doubt.

" Hmm... I see, I'll just wait for you out here then. I need to change my clothes too. "

" Ok, ok " I say calmly, opposite of what I'm actually feeling right now.

" EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU COME OUT HERE " Then suddenly a shout erupted from outside catching the attention of every single person in the area.

" Uhhh fuck.. Hurry up there, seems like that demon is calling for us again. " The man outside the changing room finally went outside.

Seems like a god to me...

I quickly change my outfit and ran outside.

" It seems like you people are a little useful huh? I guess shit is still useful after all. " A young man with brown hair appears to be the source of the noise.

" We have found the Lair of interest. You trashes could go back to the Guild now. " They found it already? Fuck, didn't they find It at the start of the semester? How am I gonna enter this thing safely and by myself then? This ruined my entire plan. Who was this anyways, wasn't Krean the one who was supposed to clear this Labyrinth?

[ Drill Mano ]

Age: 22

Ability: Enchant Flame.

Strength: 4* Ki user

Description: A butler of the Joloe family.

Joloe, that's the surname of Krean, the Human Monster. So they were still the owner of this Lair. Besides, he's quite arrogant huh? He's casually flaunting his strength for everyone to see. I mean He was walking in the middle of the crowd with two hunters behind him. They seem to be both 5* hunters according to the Holic so that's probably one of the main reasons.

"Where do we get paid sir? " a middle-aged man amid the crowd suddenly raised his hands, shocking everyone in sight. He looked pitiful. He was abnormally skinny and also dirty. He seems like he does need that money.

" Oh no... He's dead " I could hear the muttering of the people near me.

" Who said that? " Drill seems fairly shocked by the sudden exclaim of the guy.

" I thought we'll get paid after the Job's done? " The guy spoke out once again.

As he does so, the crowd surrounding him all has run away from where he was.

Drill who was already shocked by the situation smiled at the constant exclaiming of the skinny man. He walks toward him which seemingly made the guy happy. Was this dude simply desperate? or was he suicidal or just plain stupid.

The guy placed his palms outwards looking like a beggar wanting some spare change.

* Swish *

" A...AHHHHH! " The guy screams as both of his hands fall to the ground, separated from his arms. The culprit was no other than Drill. In his hands was the long sword responsible for the cut.

" You fucking trash dares to complain?! The Joloe family owns you and you have no right to speak to me that way! " He shouts madly as he steps on the man's severed hands.

" You are shit, and your sole purpose is to be fertilizer for the Joloe! You should be honored that you are a part of young master Krean's achievement. " Drill looks absolutely crazy. His eyes protruded as he continued stomping the severed hand.

He continued stomping until the hand turned to paste. It was only when the bones was thoroughly crushed that he stopped.

Drill who seems to have relaxed, swings his long sword as he completely beheads the man crying on the floor.

He was no god, he was evil incarnate.

Fuck that's disgusting. I hold my mouth and stomach at the same time. I was already struggling on keeping my composure when he severed his hand, but the decapitation pushed me to the limits. Fuck... this was what I feared the most.

" Let this be a warning to you lot " Drill then sets his sword aflame and then throws it at the corpse of the man. The smell of the burning corpse entered my nose, which didn't help with my situation. I managed to control my stomach at the end, but my complexion was not good.

Such is the truth of this world. Slavery had reentered the world, and the law of the jungle was more present than ever. Their family was strong and they had the right to do anything, More so, in a world where power was important. Fighting an equal power to force your ideals and philosophy on them was only done by the stupid which will only result in eradication or weakening.

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" Anyways, the Attack team will enter today. Go to the entrance of the bridge. " Drill walks off with his guards heading towards the Red Bridge. Many followed them, probably the Attack team he was mentioning.

I wanted to enter before them, but that was pretty much impossible with this setting. I could only wait before sneaking in again.

" You should probably go. " An old man suddenly nudges me on my side.

" What? " Confused, I could only ask what he meant.

" Their calling for the Attack team. You don't want to be like that guy do you? " He says as he points at the burnt corpse on the ground

What does that have to do with me?

Wait... Surely not right?

It was only then that I noticed the difference between the uniforms of those following Drill and those who are not.

Written behind the uniforms of those who are following Drill was Attack Team. I grabbed my uniform as I take a peek at the design on my back.

And surely enough written in it was the same phrase as those in front of me.

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