3 Tavern Wager

The stats wielded by the summoned figure took his attention, but the appearance of them stole it entirely:

A woman with flowing, silver hair, dressed in a mix of leather and white-steel armor that matched the flawless glow of her hair, unsheathed a longsword from a scabbard decorated with the etchings of a dragon's claw. 

Along the immaculate silver of the blade were inscriptions that began to glow as she ran her gauntlet-protected fingers over it, chanting something quietly: "Burning Edge." 

The enchantment was called upon calmly even whilst the desperate goblin picked itself up and rushed the silver-haired, pale-skinned woman. 

As she finally opened her eyes, revealing their beautiful coloring akin to amethyst, she lifted her sword as her sights were set on the goblin, waiting until it drew close until she unleashed a single swipe of her blade upon its flesh. 

"--Kree!" 

A massive gash was cut through its torso, yet as it fell down with its blood spilling, the enchantment placed upon the beautiful woman's blade manifested, causing the fiend to erupt into flames. 

"Awesome…!" Jett reacted. 

Reduced to ash, the goblin's cries vanished just as its physical form did, leaving nothing left as the silver-haired beauty returned her weapon to its sheath. 

[EXP: +5 | 5/5] 

[Level Up!] 

[Level 1 | 0/10]

'I gained experience, even though I wasn't the one that dealt the killing blow. So…even my familiars can get experience for me,' he realized. 

[New Skill(s) Acquired! | Temporary Summon] 

'A new skill? I'll check that later…I have a lot of things to figure out–first and foremost, these two,' he thought. 

As he looked forward, he could see the silver-haired woman approaching him, who had smooth, pale skin and a face like a princess, yet dressed in lavish, dependable armor. 

"It's done. Are you alright, Master?" The spellblade woman walked over to him. 

"...Master?!" He repeated. 

Edith nodded, looking at him with her glistening, purple irises, "It was your summon that I responded to, no? That makes you my master." 

"Well…Just Jett is fine," he said. 

Gunter laughed, giving him a playful, but not gentle, slap on the back, "Master, Jett, whatever works for me! We've been summoned to assist–well, with that being said, I could go for some booze. How about it, Jett?" 

It was hard to adjust to the sudden presence of two more people, whose existence was mystical in nature to him, though the aroma of booze that swirled around Gunter wasn't easy to handle. The stench of mead was made worse by the fact the scruffy-bearded, shaggy-haired man slung his arm around the slim man's neck, bringing him into a slight embrace as he laughed: 

"My town of origin, Merdlum, is just down a nearby path! I betcha that's why you summoned me–ha-ha!" Gunter laughed, "It's the best drinking capital in all of the great continent of Elyrian!" 

Edith led the way, somewhat stoic and pragmatic in her ways as she decided to make herself the lookout for any other fiendish creatures on their path through the forest. On their way, the silver-haired woman tended to his wounds with a simple healing spell, which worked well enough for his minor wounds. 

"Gunter, I think you're suffocating our Master with your stench," Edith remarked while walking in front of the two men. 

"Huh?! Nonsense! The sweet aroma of mead is the scent of flowers for men! Ain't that right, Jett?!" Gunter laughed boisterously. 

It was somewhat difficult to talk while walking side-to-side with the broad man who kept his arm slung around his shoulder, weighing down like a tree log. 

"Err, it's fine," he chuckled. 

As he headed down the loosely-paved road within the forest, he condensed the knowledge he had gathered in his first day so far amidst his new life. 

'I've only got enough copper for two more summons–maybe less, depending on how much Gunter drinks…My first priority should be finding a way to make money. Which if this is a fantasy world like I'm thinking, I'm sure there will be quests I can take,' he deduced. 

Gunter's words did not lead them astray: there was indeed a small, but not quiet town awaiting at the end of the road within the forest. 

The soft sunlight of the noon day danced down on Merdlum, and like a child that had been reunited with a lost toy, the muscular man danced, clapping his hands as he moved towards the tavern. 

"Mead-o! Mead-o!" Gunter chanted. 

'Ah…I'm going to have no copper by the end of this, huh?' He realized. 

–

As soon as he entered the tavern, with Edith naturally opening the door for him and walking by his side, he was greeted by the boisterous environment within; many men and woman, most of which were geared in variety of outfits: some leather, some steel, and even some of more draconic, bone-like armor, drank and ate happily. 

'...It really is a fantasy world,' he thought. 

Sitting down at a table, all he ordered for himself was a loaf of bread and some meat while Gunter chugged mead down the hatch without any restraint. Though he insisted, the silver-haired girl was firm on not requiring anything to eat at the moment. 

"Ga-ha-ha! That's good!" Gunter said with flushed cheeks as he slammed his mug down. 

Still, after things had calmed down somewhat, Jett found himself bewildered by all of it again; especially the fact he managed to summon a wildly cute girl as his companion. 

"You both are familiar with this world, right?" He asked. 

All he got from Gunter was a booze-smelling belch and a nod, but Edith gave him a proper answer: 

"Yes, from the past and future of Fantasia. It's your call that gave us life in this era—in return, I pledge my undying loyalty to you, Jett Levine," the silver-haired girl placed her hand over her chest, speaking genuinely. 

He rubbed his head, feeling a bit bashful, "I didn't really do anything, but I'm not going to reject your help. Both of you sure seem strong. Still…don't you guys have anything of your own you want to do?" 

"What do you mean, Master?" Edith asked. 

"Well, I mean, do you have any dreams of your own? Both of you," he asked. 

His words seemed to catch the reserved, quartz-armored woman off guard as she was unable to form her response right away. 

Gunter quickly had an answer of his own as he slammed down another mug of mead, wiping his chin, "A dream?! I guess mine would be to taste the booze of every city in this era! Ha-ha!" 

"Of course," Jett laughed before looking at the silver-haired girl, "what about you?"

Edith gave her answer to him, "…My purpose is simply to follow you and help you accomplish your own dreams, Master. That's enough for me."

"Be honest!" Gunter demanded with a smile. 

"What?—" Edith leaned back, covering her nose as the words of Gunter were followed by his unruly breath. 

"C'mon, ya can be truthful here! I get it–yer all about this honorable knight stuff, but everybody has dreams of their own!" Gunter said before taking another sip, "Tell her, Jett! What's your dream?!" 

As the question was flipped back on him, he found himself stunned for a good few seconds as both of his familiars were now watching him intently, waiting for an answer. It seemed they were highly interested in whatever his answer would be. 

'Dream?...Honestly, I'm good just living a pretty alright life, but I know that won't do. With this ability at my side…I might just be able to rise to the top in this world–I don't know much about it, but I bet these words will suffice…' He thought with a smile. 

Wielding a smile of his own, he looked at them with his bright-blue eyes, "I'm going to become the strongest in this world–I'll defeat any demon lord, dark god, or whoever-whatever big bad you throw in my way." 

"Phew, nice choice of words. That's the man I'll follow," Gunter whistled, raising his mug. 

Edith smiled somewhat, seeming satisfied with his words as she tucked a strand of her silver hair behind her ear, looking down, "...If I had to speak of a dream of my own beyond following you, I guess…I've always been interested in the pastries of other regions."

"Pastries?" Jett was caught off-guard by her words. 

It was a surprisingly adorable goal set by the girl, but looking past her shining armor and sword at her hip, she had an innocent cuteness about her; that face of a princess was unmistakably cute. 

"That's a dream I can get behind! How about it, Jett?! We'll visit every tavern and every bakery in each city we cross?!" Gunter asked. 

"It's going to hurt my wallet for sure, but alright–you've got a deal," he agreed.