Chapter 397: Harsh Love

Chapter 397: Harsh Love

Dallions realm was full of commotion. It wasnt often that one of his familiars gained a level, and since this had occurred to Luxthe most cheerful entity in the realmeveryone had quickly come to the conclusion that the best way to stop him from constantly flying about from constantly showing off was to mark the occasion with a celebration. On first glance, the leveling up didnt seem to have changed the firebirds appearance. Lux was the same plump firebird chick he had always been, although now his flames were considerably stronger. If one were to give a number value, the firebird was able to heal wounds twice faster. Considering how useful such an ability was, Dallion was supposed to be overjoyed. Unfortunately, he had other things on his mindnamely, being told by his girlfriend that he still wasnt ready to become a hunter apprentice. That was the thing about the gorgon; when it came to professional matters, she was direct as a brick in the face.

The caravan camp was in a state of panic by the time Dallion and Eury returned. It was only when Eury showed them the cutlings head that they calmed down.

Look on the bright side, dear boy, Nil said. At least you got to practice your zoology skills. Thats half a victory in itself. If youre attacked by another cutling, youll be able to defeat it without problems.

Yeah Dallion replied. Deep inside, he was convinced that during his next solo hunt, hed probably face something very differentand likely far tougher.

The irony was that while zoology could help him against any creature, Dallion had first to defeat the creatures in question so he could improve his skill to the point they would be useful. This was the perfect catch twenty-two situation.

Dal, Largo rode by. I heard what happened.

Yeah, yeah. Dallion put on a smile. I must learn to rely less on gimmicks.

No, thats not it. The large man moved closer. You should have gotten the emblem, he whispered. Ive no idea why Eury has it out for you, but its not due to lack of skills.

She doesnt have it out for me, Dallion laughed, even if it was done in whisper. She just wants me to win the proper way.

Thats crap and you know it. There is no proper way. Surviving is a win. Thats all theres to it.

By that logic, losing meant death. Dallion had heard the talk before. Back when he had left the guild, hed had a long discussion with Euryale on the topic. Initially, he wanted to become an awakened forger, just as he had promised a while back. However, as more and more objects had learned of his empathic stat, things had quickly changed. At times it had gotten so bad that Dallion would hear roaring while walking through the streets. It was at that point that he had requested to join Euryales hunting team, and she had agreed. Of course, the agreement came with a condition: Dallion was to prove that he had what it took before he could officially join. If he failed that hed lose his chance forever. At the time, he thought that was the standard way hunters wenta show of commitment was the very least a candidate could do. Could it be that there was more to it?

Just wanted to know that I have your back, Largo said. This isnt the only hunters group.

I thought that if a hunter fails their entry trial, that was it.

Thats only for the real thing. Thereve been many whove been rejected as an apprentice in one group and been accepting in the next. Keep it in mind.

Dallion could see that the man wasnt lying. According to the emotions within the hunter, Dallion strongly suspected that something similar had occurred to him at some point in the past.

Thanks, Dallion whispered. I will.

I think you should come join in the fun for a bit, Gen said from Dallions realm. Itll do you some good. Besides, when will you have a chance to see a firebird swimming butterfly style?

Thanks, Gen, but Im not in the mood.

I can see that.

I just need to focus on the real world for a bit. Maybe later.

Sure.

The following morning, the caravan was back on track. Nothing of remote interest occurred on the way. There were signs that another caravan had passed by a few days ago and had moved on. By evening, the lights of the city were visible in the distance. It was at that point that the hunters and the caravan parted ways. While they were grateful for the escort and the killing of the cutling the caravan master preferred not to be seen entering town with mercenaries.

It had been a while since Dallion had a serious talk with any of his guardians. Usually this was something hed go to harp for, but the armadil shield had jumped in. Despite everything, he continued to be a companion fear, and as such, it was his nature to get to know more about his owners than they themselves knew.

Thanks. Dallion stood up. I needed that.

No problem. And rememberempaths never fight solo. They are always surrounded by armies.

That was a rather good phrase that even got an approving grumble from Nil.

It took a few minutes for the hunting party to prepare. Since they were near a town, a few used the last of their water to wash up faces before heading in. Jiroh didnt. Being a fury, she had the advantage of never getting dirtyan ever-present layer of air prevented dust, rain, and drops of blood to reach her or her clothes.

We havent been here before, so Largo will do the talking, Eury said as she put on a hooded vest. Dal, if anyone asks, youll be his apprentice.

Okay. Think theyll have something against gorgons?

Wont be the first time. People tend not to like mercenaries that could turn half the town to stone.

Im counting on you to catch any lies. Largo turned to Dallion.

Sure thing.

Two caravans passed by the group as they were walking to the gates. Being part of a trade route, it wasnt unusual. The one thing that stood out was that both caravans had double the number of guards they were supposed to. Things were getting more tense, and it was starting to look like the Tamin empire wasnt the only one to blade for it.

The town of Croya appeared far smaller than expected. Its walls, however, were as thick as they came and a perfect example of dwarven architecture. Three solid iron gates were positioned at the entry tunnel, ready to slide down at any time. And while all of them were raised at present, Dallion noticed several pairs of guards standing ready at the release mechanisms.

Hunters, Largo shouted, holding his emblem to display. That seemed good for most guards, for they redirected their attention to the entering caravans. Apparently, wagons were considered more suspicious than people walking on food.

All of you? one of the guards asked.

Immediately Dallion was able to catch the note of music in his voice. The guard was an awakened and while his music skill was no higher than level five, he still had it.

Almost, Largo grinned, putting his emblem back on. Kid is in training. Too early to say whether hell make the cut.

The guard nodded. Business?

Work, the hunter replied vaguely. Came across a cutling out there. Thought wed sell the head while dealing with other tasks. Any open bounties here?

Nothing you can handle.

You sure about that? We can handle a lot.

The guard took a step forward. His eyes moved from person to person, measuring them up. Upon reaching Jiroh, he abruptly stopped. Just for a moment, Dallion was able to feel a sense of aw coming from the man.

Dragon rumors, the guard said. The Order has already been informed, but if theres an open bounty, youll be sure to hear. He waved, indicating they could move on. Welcome to Croya and dont go too deep underground.