Chapter 12: On The Run(1)

-Reyha Kingdom; Gallo City; Royal Palace; King's office-

In the King's office, once again Faroz found himself working on some documentation not really minding his surroundings all that much. That was until someone knocked on his door, and he authorized them to come in, not stopping or bothering to look at who it was.

"Your majesty, apologies for the interruption, but the slime hero and its companion wish to have an audience with you." Lavnik slightly bowed as he reported with a rather stale expression.

"Hum... Allow them to come in." King Faroz flinched for an instant before sighing and giving the order, still focused on his work rather than the conversation.

"Yes, your majesty." Lavnik responded, then turned around and left with smooth movements that, even though graceful, felt almost robot in nature.

While Lavnik was leaving, Diego came in carrying some papers.

"Your Majesty, the final draft of the prototype for the M.K. Armor is finally here, and it seems the Scholar Guild can actually start working on it. Here, in there papers, I have all the information about the prospects and the potential of it. As well as the production cost." Diego explained with a smile and clear excitement in his voice.

"Go on, tell me all about it." King Faroz allowed him to continue.

The full conversation lasted for quite a while, and Kymanu together with Lavenica had to wait outside until it was over.

"So, it will add up to a final cost of 3,000,000,000 Kyo or 3 High platinum coins." Diego said with a bit of an awkward slime on his face.

"... All that for the production of a single prototype with no real signs of success? Tell me, Diego, do you truly believe this armor will be as revolutionary as those bootlicking ramblers at the Scholar Guild claim it will?" King Faroz questioned stopping to actually look at Diego for the first time in their conversation, and his stoic expression didn't say too much, only awaiting answers.

"Honestly speaking, if it is successful, and can be mass-produced, I believe it would be entirely possible to make Reyha the fifth great power of Meshvenia, right under the current great Four powers of Meshvenia, and even maybe enough to rival the Elementals! So I do believe it's a worthwhile project." Diego expressed with a wide smile.

"Then it's approved. Move on with it and report to me as long as any real progress is made." King Faroz commanded, as his focus once became the documents on his desk.

"Yes, your Majesty!" Diego replied seemingly good mood.

"That aside, are there any clues of Feylit Bleier, Chago Yolmit, or Raimoro Ditoa's presence? Oh, and how is the seal?" King Faroz asked.

"No, but those three have already been set as a top priority, and Commander Lilico says that we'll have them back in their cells in less than a year. As for the seal, it's already in progress and will be fully repaired by the end of this week." Diego clarified before turning around and leaving.

Once he was finally gone, Kymani and Lavenica got their chance to do what they came there for. Not wasting much time they went inside, and things proceeded.

{Just go ahead and be direct. Whatever the answer, we'll work with it.} Kymani said calmly.

"Your Majesty, we came here today to request permission to roam the outside world of our own volition. While the palace is marvelous and the atmosphere built for us nurturing, the limiting nature of working stuck here makes it difficult to experience any significant growth, growth, which I assume is in the best interest of the Kingdom." Lavenica made her concerns clear as she told the King, not bothering to change her deadpan expression.

"... While your worries are valid, they come too soon. Once Commander Rana believes you are ready for the outside world, you will be given all the freedom you desire. For now, you will have to bear with it as you should understand that your position in this world right now is a crucial one, and any decision made that doesn't take your safety into account, will be judged and used against us in the Hero debut banket a few months from now." King Faroz retorted calmly and without losing focus of his work.

{Oh well, sneaking out, it is.} Kymani concluded not wanting to bother trying to convince the King.

"Understood. We will eagerly wait for that time then." Lavenica responded keeping the politeness before getting up and turning around to leave.

The King didn't say anything else and just went back to his work.

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After leaving the wine man behind, Feylit Bleier, The spark boy, continued to move on his own. Escaping Reyha was not necessarily an easy task, especially when the Royal army had its eyes on him.

Due to his current situation, he had no choice but to dwell in the slums, being careful to not end up being recognized and sold off by someone there, for this he a cloak and a scarf which would have looked very suspicious on earth, but in Tefrat, different equipment would give different bonuses to people, so it wasn't unusual for people to wear fashion atrocities or visually suspicious clothing for the item bluffs. People are so desensitized to it that nobody bats an eye when a man or a woman walks on the streets with a bikini armor. So long as it's not full-on nudity, nobody cares.

Eventually, he got all supplies he needed by doing some wild monster and beast extermination around for the adventurers guild, then left for a smaller city where he got into a carriage to Guande. Along the way, every time they stopped near a body of water, he would take the chance to fill his spatial bag with water. Spatial bags are bags with a larger inside than outside, which travelers with enough money, use to keep all their stuff without having to deal with the weight or size of said items.

As the carriage advanced, there were a few times when wild monsters or beasts would appear, but the carriage had a party of three adventurers ready to act whenever necessary, so it wasn't a big deal.

That was until they met with a wild Troll, standing at 3,5m(11'5ft), the creature filled with dark green fur from its shoulders to its waist, also having more of it on its forearms. Wearing a ragged loincloth, and nothing more. Its green, skin looks wrinkled but not feeble with long arms that went past its knees. The being was muscular and had a well-defined body, as it smiled its yellow sharp teeth showed with its tusks, below its pointy sharp nose, with its fully red eyes right above. From its ears, fur could also be seen. Finally, it was holding an aptly sized war hammer in each of its hands.

Immediately the carriage stopped, and the party of three adventurers was urged to go deal with the problem.

"Go and do your thing to that creature, it's obviously a wild monster with those fully red eyes and all!" The coachman ordered.

"... That's not happening! We didn't sign up for this! The mission was clearly a Bronze rank Quest! That thing is an adult Troll! A Lord-rank monster! If you want to deal with it! You'll need at least an iron-ranked adventurer party! We're a bronze-ranked party! It would be suicidal for us to try and fight it! Let's turn back and do the journey another day!" Among the party, the man wearing a robe and holding a staff was the one to speak.

"I think everyone should listen to him, he's very well-studied in the monsters and beasts encyclopedia at the adventurers guild." Another one of the party members added, this one wearing leather armor under a chest plate, and having a spear right next to him.

"We're wasting time, if we are making a decision, it has to be quick or the wild Troll might notice that we don't have a force capable of facing it and just come kill us all." The last party member commented in a serious tone. This one wearing a cloak and mostly dark-toned clothing, having two daggers one on each side of her waist.

"I paid 25,000Kyo! More specifically 2 silver coins and 1 Star bronze coin! For your protection! And you can't even do something this simple!?" The coachman complained.

From this, another argument spawned, and time continued to pass.

While that was happening, Feylit got out of the carriage and started walking toward the Troll, which caused the others to try and stop him.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?! You're going to get yourself and us all killed! Get back here now!"

"He's completely insane..."

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today."

"So this is how I die... Tragic..."

"Stop! You bastard!"

Unfortunately, their words fell on deaf ears as Feylit calmly walked all the way to the Troll who smiled wider as it saw, a human stupid enough to approach it alone.

"I heard Trolls have very good regeneration, so I figured it would be best to get close before starting. Tell me, have you ever been bisected or decapitated? Is your regeneration that good?" Feylit asked with a solemn expression and a tone that demonstrated his curiosity.

The Troll ignored his words seemingly not understanding them, as it lifted one of the war hammers, ready to rain it down and smash Feylit.

Unmoving, Feylit just stood there and was smashed by the war hammer, causing the people in the carriage which was now maneuvering to leave, shaking their heads at his stupidity for just approaching a wild monster like that.

As that was happening, the Troll felt its hand, or more specifically hammer stuck, being unable to move it down or up. Coming from under the hammer was Feylit, who then let go of it allowing the Troll to finally pull it back.

"Oh, so I had to stop you there, you were about to damage the road. Anyway, it, unfortunately, seems you don't have a high enough level of intelligence to answer me, so I'll have to ask one of the intellectual Trolls if I'm ever lucky enough to meet one. As for you, I have no choice but to kill you here." Feylit said before pointing his finger and shooting a streak of lightning at the Troll.

This hit the Troll's head at very high speed, causing it to explode upon contact. Following this, its body fell to the ground with blood, organs, and hammers as it seemed to truly be dead.

"Oh, so its regenerative abilities only amount to this much? I expected a bit more... Then again it's my fault for immediately aiming for the head, but can I really blame myself for being curious... Anyway, there will always be a next time, so I can't lose too much time on this." Feylit commented as he kept the Troll's body and weapons inside his spatial bag.

The shock of the people in the carriage was unanimous and they couldn't believe what had just happened, and even wondered who this person was. Even still, having the problem resolved the trip continued.

-Guande Kingdom; Holy City; Main Street-

Some days later, the carriage arrived at the final destination of its route.

It was a beautiful contrast between golden and white that prevailed throughout most of the city as if to serve as proof of its name. Guards could be seen on almost every street and the people all seemed to carry some sort of talisman with about 6 different looks.

"Thanks! I honestly don't know how to repay you for this. What you did back there with the Troll saved me a lot of money, so here... Have your money... I don't think I could just keep your payment in good conscious." The Couchman offered Feylit a reimbursement.

"Not necessary. If that was all, I have urgent matters waiting for me." Feylit responded.

"... If you say so, then once again thank you for your help. Good luck." Seeing that Feylit didn't seem interested in the money and was in a hurry, the coachman decided to just let it go.

So Feylit left and moved on to meet with the contact in this place.