Chapter 55: Escalation – Part 3

Chapter 55: Escalation – Part 3

We walk through the white streets and ask for directions to the nearest Tribunal. Alissa ends up taking over this job as I'm slightly awkward at talking to strangers and she seems to enjoy doing it, which is the opposite of me.

The people here talk differently from Earth. Back there, people are far more cold, self-centered, and without any patience for small talk. When you can talk to anyone around the world by just using a device that's always at hand, why would you ever waste your time and social energy on small talk with a complete stranger?

Alissa approaches someone and gives some casual comments. "Lovely feathers you have"; "what is this textile of your shawl?"; "what a lovely child, she has your eyes"; "your bow looks so well crafted, is this a Chape composite?" She seems to look for common ground while avoiding people who are too alien to her, like the merfolk. Then she follows up with a compliment or some keen observation to make the person more comfortable with her, and then she asks for directions.

Time-consuming, but we end up getting two not-apples from a nice old lady, so I'd say it's okay.

The Tribunal's office looks like any other government office I've been to. A single large hall with a high ceiling, partitioned by simple, movable wooden panels instead of having all the rooms permanently built with stone walls.

Most of the floor is occupied by benches where a considerable number of people wait their turn and on the other side of the counter, Tribunal employees quickly walk through the work area carrying stacks of paper in a hurry.

The building is not very noisy, but there's a constant humming of low voices and muffled footsteps.

We make our way to the reception and say that we'd like to make a Precedence Report. We'll be reporting our movements and intentions in case someone wants to talk to us about the trial. It's our way of showing that we are willing to conform to the law and appear for our trial. The other benefit is to also create a paper trail.

If we disappear for whatever reason and Katasko says that we ran away from the trial, creating this paper trail would help us not be labeled outright as criminals and also aid any future investigation into our disappearance.

Then we also write a Complaint Report. The Enforcers being used to "escort" us back to Goldport at the expense of Este company is a clear abuse of power and an overreaction. Especially since we are upstanding citizens of the empire with two blessings from the Gods and a letter of commendation from an Agent.

They could've just informed us of the trial without threatening us. If they don't have enough evidence to outright arrest us on sight, then they have no justification for acting hostile, well, more hostile their usual behavior, that is. The God of Law makes it very clear in his teachings that the accused is innocent until proven guilty.

I mean, we are guilty, but nobody should have any evidence of that.

The whole affair smells of corruption and I want to make that clear to the investigators from the very beginning.

The Judges themselves might be corrupt, but if we get a Seeker of Truth to be called, then we can also expose Katasko's strong-arming, which makes our response "self-defense."

Still, a lot can go wrong, but we have the advantage.

Sitting on a bench, I fill out papers with a magic pen, then wait for our number to be called. If not for the other races and the different sense of fashion, I think that this office would look like any tropical government building on Earth. It's always nice to find parallels to my former home; it makes me feel nostalgic.

Our number is finally called and we deliver the small stack of papers to the female attendant. She seems quite fit and immediately marches away from her desk as soon as she gives our papers a quick look. Her red peacock feathers on her head bob up and down as she moves and looks oddly mesmerizing.

A minute later, she marches back and gives us a receipt for our report that I store safely inside my "Items."

"Everything is done, let's go have lunch," I say.

"Roxy wants to be carried," Aoi says.

"Lazy~... Anyway, we'll walk," Hana says.

I fly the dinghy to go pick up Roxanne and we find a Succubus restaurant.

Hana frowns and says, "Why does your race like tentacles so much? I thought you liked horns and thin tails."

Roxanne giggles heartily and slaps Hana's shoulder. "Horns and tails are sexy; Tentacles are obscene."

Hana's mouth hangs open in surprise. "So you eat obscene things? What else do you eat? Penises?"

"Well... pickled goblin penis is a delicacy..." She looks down and adjusts her glasses, a little embarrassed.

Oo~f...

"What...?" I mutter and we all turn to Roxanne.

"It's not that popular, but it's something Mother loved to eat."

"But not your Father?" Lina asks.

"No..." Then Roxanne turns to me and smiles evilly. "Don't worry, Wolfy. Your cum is delicious, but not your cock."

"What about the balls?" Hana asks, a little fascinated.

"You deep fry them in oil and they become very crunchy. Goes well as a snack."

Ciel gives them a withering glare and clears her throat. "Right, can we talk about something else? Like, the food we are about to eat?"

The two smile apologetically and focus on the menu.

Succubus food is full of really weird ingredients. For example: livers; toes; fingers; eyeballs; brains; and of course, there's orc penis, but since it's not goblin, it's minced and turned into a sausage.

Thankfully, these weird plates only take up half of the menu, and the rest are much more "normal." Though, the amount of seasoning and spice in them makes my tongue go numb.

I did discover cheddar, though. That spicy cheddar dust that fast-food chains like to put on food.

"Oh, that's Stag Carapace dust," Roxanne explains. "It's a huge stag beetle monster with a bright orange carapace that is ground into dust. A few bigger monsters like to eat it because it's so tasty."

"You'd think that a monster being tasty would be an undesirable trait," Lina comments.

"There are monsters that only exist, to be eaten by us, bigger monsters," Aoi says.

"Oh? Which monsters did the dragons hunt?" I ask.

"Goblins and Rabid Rabbits. When I became stronger, I'd hunt Orcs, too."

"Ironic that humanoids ended up adding those same monsters to our diet."

"Humanoids are cunning. You... we, use everything we have, to survive."

Well, the God of Destruction has been trying to destroy us since our creation, so I'd guess it makes sense for Aoi to be born with this knowledge.

We fly back to the inn to deliver Roxanne and she gives me a few pecks on the lips as a goodbye.

"Thank you, husband, for being so attentive to me," she says and hops off.

"Lazy~...!" Alissa yells as Roxanne walks away, but she only makes my succubus laugh out loud.

"Right, so our date officially starts now. Where do you want to go?" I ask Alissa

"Hm..." Alissa tilts her head and her tail lazily wags. "Let's just walk around and see where fate takes us."

I'm not very excited about this, but it's still Alissa's birthday "gift."

"Sure."

We land on one of the streets close to the market. The main road has all the high-class shops, but the side streets hold the hidden gems.

White buildings; cute signs hanging in front; wind chimes; pleasing aromas; knick-knacks that glow and make noise; the soft clacks of the people walking by; the humming of their idle chatter. Quite comfy.

"Do you want me to carry you? We could walk faster that way," Alissa suggests.

"Wouldn't you get tired, then?"

"Just cast [Refresh] on me every hour or so."

"Alright."

I mount my fox and we trot our way forward.

"All that's missing is Lina," Alissa comments.

"You enjoy her mounting you that much? I thought this was a thing just between the two of us," I say with a cheeky smile.

She turns around and her large fox face shows fluster. "No! Uh... I-it's still our thing, but... well, I miss her little legs on me sometimes."

I lay down on her and hug her neck. "It's fine."

"Hm..." She feels a little conflicted but lets it go. "It's still our thing," she mutters.

Alissa stops by a particularly cute shop with large dark green stained windows.

I dismount without her even needing to say anything and she shifts back, then we go inside and we're greeted by the soft scent of mint and a stuffy environment with a faint haze of smoke from incenses.

We see haphazard piles of odd books; pieces of paper with nonsensical scribbles or weird patterns; both lit and fully burned incenses occupying vases that desperately need cleaning; colored gems glowing softly; and weak magic stone [Spirit Lights] hanging from the ceiling. I feel lots of trace amounts of mana flying about; this place is enchanted.

"This is quite the shop you chose..." I mutter.

"There's something odd in the air," Alissa says, softly.

"It's Eia, that drug the elves use."

"Right... but there's something more..."

"Well, more drugs, obviously."

She rolls her eyes and we make our way through the books.

What's with the atmosphere? Is this really necessary?

Gih.

My ass that they don't have a warehouse. Even a basement would suffice.

"I'd have to agree... there's something more," I mutter. My eyes are feeling odd, though I think it might be the smoke.

An old woman's voice comes from behind a table completely filled with books and says, "You're right about this shop. This one's special."

A stereotypical "Disney witch" gets up from the ground while carrying a small pile of books and smiles at us. She has a plump nose with a wart, pure white feathers coming out of her head and arms, a pointy black hat that matches her thin black robes, crooked teeth and walks with bad posture. An Estekabar-type demon race. "Welcome to the Clear Water. I sell all kinds of books."

She deposits the books she's carrying on the table and somewhere else a pile of books suddenly falls. She doesn't even react to the loud noise and an awkward silence falls on the shop as she starts to absent-mindedly dust the books in front of her.

The way those books fell was... strange.

"What kinds of books do you have?" Alissa asks.

"No idea, I buy whatever book interests me," the old woman says with a shrug.

"Do you have an... organization method or an index of some kind?" I ask.

"Nope," she says and turns her back to us to dust some more books.

"Uh..." She suddenly gets all bashful and awkward. Her ears flicker cutely up and down. She gets it under control soon enough, but I can still feel the anxiety seeping through her [Bind].

"You could teach Hana, too. She's been getting into [Illusion Magic] lately," I say.

"Right... [Double Strike] is kind of related to Nocturna's style," she says in a quiet voice as confidence slowly enters her heart.

Dokkan gives us a diplomatic smile and says, "Sorry to intrude, but it's mostly [Spirit Magic]. I do understand what you mean, though. The abstract concepts of [Double Strike] can easily be applied to Nocturna's spells."

"Yeah, I know," Alissa says and sighs wistfully. Guilt enters her heart but she overpowers it. "Let's buy this book."

"A simple Proof of Title will be enough for me. But it has to be signed by the temple, not the Lord's men," Dokkan says.

An odd restriction, but her school is from Maoka, so it makes sense for them to trust the temple so much more than the nobility.

Lina's Trivia: The Proof of Title is just a paper signed by someone stating that they have used an Inspection Crystal on me and confirmed that I possess a certain Title. You can always lose a Title, so having a recent Proof of Title or a Title Crystal is a requirement for a variety of things. These Title Crystals are magic tools that display a specific Title, so you can always check it whenever you need it, but they are expensive as hell.

"Point us to the nearest temple's office and we'll be back soon," I say.

I mount Alissa and we make our way to the office. Goldport is bigger than Rabanara, so they have a few offices scattered around the town.

On the way there, we find a public park. There's a cute patch of grass shaded by tall trees with wide canopies. A small fountain in the middle showers the grass around it with a thin mist of cool water. A good number of children and a few adults are taking a break under the mist.

We slowly make our way across the park and enjoy the mist for a few seconds. I see an interesting stall nearby and try to gently guide Alissa in that direction.

She's so distracted by the cool mist that she doesn't pay any attention to where we are going.

"Stop here for a moment," I ask and dismount in front of the stall.

"Hm?" Alissa turns to me and tilts her fox head, then her usually inexpressive face smiles as she notices the stall.

"The red one, please," I say and hand over a few copper coins.

The old man at the stall gives me a smirk and hands me a not-rose. Its red petals are arranged in such a way that it looks more like a fractal than a plant, so it's quite mesmerizing.

I mount Alissa again and set the not-rose's stalk into the fur behind her ear.

"Hopefully, flowers have the same meaning here as they do in my world," I say.

"'A pretty flower is a great way to adorn a pretty thing.' A teaching from the Goddess of Love."

"Quite similar. Though, in my world, the color is more important. Red is meant to represent love or passion."

"That's just the color for every one of us, then," she says and I can feel her shrug internally.

"Yeah... you could say that the relationships are more complicated here because the entire realm isn't almost exclusively monogamous."

"Hm."

We reach the office/clinic and ask for the Proof of Title. The female attendant is quite surprised since it's very rare for anyone to ask for that. Anyone with a relevant Title would usually be important enough to have their own Title Crystal.

The process is simple and fast since anyone can do it, so the attendant just dusts off the old crystal ball and writes up a paper for me that she signs and stamps.

Then we return to the Clear Water and show Dokkanchee the Proof.

She examines the paper for a short moment and hands it back to us. "Huh. You're an interesting person, Mr. Ryder. If either of you ever feel like joining Kabara Basaree, I'd gladly initiate you."

I smile at her and say, "Illusions aren't on my path of research, so I'll pass. Maybe Alissa will take you up on your offer, one day."

"W-well, this is a little too much for me. I'm j-just interested in pretty illusions," Alissa says and blushes in embarrassment.

Dokkan scoffs and narrows her eyes at Alissa. "Silly girl. You've got talent, at least enough to sniff out an illusion and that's the most important thing at the start."

"I-if you say so..." Alissa says and her tail wags for a moment before she controls it. "But there's a long way to go before we'll have the time to come back here."

"Hmph." With a *poof* Dokkan pulls out a piece of paper and a magic pen. She quickly scribbles some words on the paper, signs it, then hands it to Alissa. "Keep this with you and I'll remember you when you come back, even if it takes years. Well, I won't wait for decades, I'm quite old, after all." She finishes and cackles a stereotypical "witch" laugh.

We buy the book and Dokkan activates an enchantment on a chair deep inside the shop. Slowly, a complete makeover happens to the shop as it returns to its cluttered look. The illusions start out as "ghosts," then color is added, then the transparency disappears, and then they finally gain mass.

"See you again in a few years and may this year roll better than the last," Dokkan says and waves us goodbye. Her nose is visibly growing and the ugly wart is appearing again.

We say our goodbyes and also wish her a better "roll."

We stop by the park again and Alissa suggests that we take a break.

"Cast [Refresh] on me so that I can sleep on your lap," Alissa asks.

She shrinks down to small-Aoi-size and curls up on my lap. Her fluffy fur gets wet from the mist of the fountain, but it hardly changes the feel of petting her.

Her fur is so fluffy that my hand feels as much pleasure as she does and I can feel the best of both worlds just by sharing our senses. I allow her feelings to control me as much as she allows me to control her body. Her "will" helps guide my hand and it feels like we become "one" as our desires and movements synchronize.

It feels like an amazing moment, as if we were suddenly struck by lightning and energized. It's as if we acquired superhuman strength and had accomplished something impossible. We feel unstoppable.

But, like a moment of clarity, it comes and goes with a blink, but the knowledge has already been implanted. We can become more than the sum of our parts through [Bind].

The importance of this single, fleeting moment is enormous. This single spell might be one of our most important treasures.

"Wolfy..." She starts.

"Yes. It felt amazing," I complete.

"If we could replicate this..."

"Then we might become the perfect team."

"But if we go too far..."

"We'll easily 'merge.'"

"But can we achieve the same with the others?"

"So far only you tried to 'merge' with me."

"But we don't know if that's really a requirement for this..."

"So, we can only wait and hope..."

She switches back into her humanoid form and wraps her arms around my neck. The not-rose on her right ear makes her just that much more adorable.

"We'll do it, we'll sync with everyone," she says as her orange eyes stare into mine.

"If anything, I'm sure Gify's 'connection' can help us."

"Gih."

I smile wryly and say, "Yes, maybe you're not so useless, after all."

We go a bit away from the mist and have our cold tea with cookies in the shade. We spend the rest of our date enjoying each other's presence, trying to catch that lightning again, that wonderful feeling that we shared.

As the sun sets and the girls come back from the hunter's guild training grounds, we return to the inn. We catch Roxanne having a wonderful time with the golems and Aoi while experimenting with a laughing gas that she managed to create by studying the exploding arrow's chemicals.

"Yeah, you really need OSHA," I say with a frown.

"What's that?" Alissa asks.

"Something that'll save her life."

After Roxanne returns to normal and we store the golems away, we call the maids again to help appease Hana, who's all fired up.

We hear not just a few footsteps approach our door, but a whole army of clacking high heels.

Daiana knocks and we let her in. She enters with a completely stiff and awkward smile, and numerous maids and other staff follow her in. All of them are women, and they're all staring at me with predatory eyes.

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