The Answer To Vengeance (2/2)

-"I accept."

Was all that needed to be heard for everything and everyone to settle down.

".."

The sudden quietness that washed over the room like a wave took Faraam a little off guard, however he maintained his stoic attitude.

Rimuru, noticing the completely hushed room, cleared his throat audibly.

-"With that, I conclude this meeting.

Mi- Ahem, Faraam, stay here with me for a minute, you too, Benimaru.

The rest of you may carry on whatever business you were doing."

Rimuru's subjects nod and leave, Artorias gives a quick glance to the remaining three people and leaves aswell, followed closely by his knights.

Now, Benimaru had calmed down mainly due to Rimuru having made his decision, but, worry still lingers in his mind, because from now on they'd have to put in much more effort into observation and guarding the outskirts of Tempest.

So, Benimaru took to doing something he didn't usually do; demanding.

-"Lord Rimuru, I implore- no, I need you to place this man on watch duty aswell."

Rimuru was, for quite a bit, extremely shocked that Benimaru of all people just made a demand, however, he smiled a little seeing his development from one who submits to his decisions to this.

Rimuru didn't deny him this, knowing that his demand was not without reason, not without its merits aswell.

Having a man of such bravery as Faraam on the frontlines at all times was indeed, a good idea, to both keep him on watch at all times, and to be perfectly read for any attack.

Rimuru thought it was high time to ask Faraam more about himself, maybe get to understand this statue of a man a little bit, so, he put on a tiny smile.

-"Well, since all's said and done, Faraam, introduce us to your story.

I heard the gist of Artorias' story, and since you two seem.. Familiar-ish with each other, you must have seen each other before?"

Yeah, Rimuru definitely didn't use [Great Sage] to conjure up that question.

Benimaru listened closely, he was also quite intrigued about the ailing world that Artorias hails from.

Faraam thought for a little on how to explain his and Artorias' very... 'Complicated'.. world.

-"Alright."

Since his throat was very close to imploding, he was going to cut it short.

"Artorias is an old name.

I roamed the world searching for the cure to a curse.

The world at my time was vastly different than his, centuries passed."

Rimuru and Benimaru waited for more.

"..."

They waited.

"....."

They... waited..

"............................................."

-"I...is that all?"

Benimaru inquired extra carefully..

-"Yes."

Both of them shut up.

-"Wait why are we staying quiet?! That's all?! That can't be!"

Rimuru burst out, Benimaru nodded ferociously in agreement.

-"Mhm! Mhm!"

Faraam stared at them blankly from behind his helmet.

-"...There is nothing more.

My world was quiet, hidden.

It was void of color.

You would have to pick apart at the mine which is my world to understand.

I only fought, killed, and learned the lore of my world much later."

Rimuru found it hard to believe, back in his life as Satoru, he would have confused Faraam for the main character of "Demon's Souls", one of his favorite games at the time.

They had so SO much in common it was terrifying, a quiet and cold character that only knows fighting to find any form of liberty..

But what caught Rimuru's attention the most is the 'Void of color'..

-"Void of color..?"

-"Yes, void of color.

This world is lively, my world was dead silent.

People talked when it was a life or death situation, I never did."

The sound of cracking twigs and quick steps filled the nearby vicinity, it was Faraam hurrying to his post as ordered.

He was back to his cold blooded self, his mood switching from slightly friendly due to being on his mission to deathly silent.

It was almost dark by now, and he sat down, he had made a bonfire not too far off, just right outside of the city, where Rimuru got high on the bonfire's smoke, a memorable event to be sure.

he set Teare's scythe, which he had been holding on his back for a while now, down on the ground, and he kept his Murakumos to his side.

Faraam tried to connect to the souls he had obtained, trying to see if he could personally use them without the Emerald Herald's help to get stronger.

No avail, however..

It seems he was still limited to spawning bonfires and other minimal actions.

He reflected back on his journey this far... Finally get a moment all to himself..

Faraam was feeling strange.. He was losing consciousness.. Oh no.. Enemy attack?!

He reached for his Murakumos but it was too late.. he..

He fell asleep.

The mighty king of Drangleic, the sleepless hollow..

Was now succumbing to utmost exhaustion.

It seems like this world was different..

And in the far, far distance, people march to the forest.

Mercenaries, soldiers.. All kinds of angry and battle hungry people..

The answer to vengeance, Yuuki Kagurazaka's vengeance, is to respond in kind.

He was going to tear Faraam a new one, it seems.

Yuuki had snapped, the image of the composed Guildmaster was totally ruined by the AUDACITY of Faraam's actions.

Every word that left his mouth was a curse towards him and the path he took, he had really REALLY wanted Faraam to join his ranks to bolster their strength, but it was to no avail.

-"By the gods... That damned fool..

Enough of him.. He shall feel the wrath of the gods..."

Yuuki wasn't one to use 'God' in a believing sense, he was just really heated up in that moment.

The blonde haired maid, Kagali, attempted to calm him down.

-"Calm yourself, Yuuki.

Losing your temper is absolutely unnecessary, the man will be dug out and you'll be able to have your revenge.

I also want to very much rip his throat and guts out for Footman, but raging will do us no good."

Yuuki sighed, a heavy sigh, and nodded.

-"You're right... tch!"

He lightly slammed his fist on a nearby tree.

"I want everyone to dig him out..

The plans for world domination have to begin early it seems..."