"What can I get you? something for sadness, heartbreak, depression?~" On the other side of the bar, there was a fair lady, once again not the prettiest flower in the garden, but she was getting there.
"Can I just have a beer?" Zamira sighed and requested that before sitting there with Constatine taking a seat beside her, quite close... and she liked it that way.
"Same" He said.
The woman giggled seeing their interaction and got to work, "Right away!"
...
"Yes, it was difficult... but now everything is okay, I met you..." She blushed and looked away, taking the chance to pay attention to this bar she had never come into, she never had the money for anything this posh.
"Do you want to look for that Seledus geezer?" He proposed. Perhaps, it would make her feel better.
"N-No... he probably just went back home... I just hoped he'd say goodbye at least but, I was trapped in the cave of Sandork during that time so... guess he couldn't say goodbye" she fidgeted with some tears in her eyes, it seems this Seledus was really important to her.
Seeing his complication she decided to explain.
"He was the closest thing to a father I had... he gave me my first sword, gave me advice... sometimes even food... I didn't really know why but, he only said that I had a lot of potentials and that it would be a pity if I died out of hunger..."
"Here you have, dear customers." The woman served the beers rather quickly, she winked both their ways and moved away.
"Since this Seledus is so important to you, want to cheer for him?"
"Cheers."
"Cheers!"
*CLACK!*
The two cups clashed lightly before the two of them downed the drinks in one go.
"Fuaaaa, not bad!" He smirked, Zamira too liked the taste of it, it made her feel better.
"Thank you, Master... you're so kind..." She hiccuped slightly before making that remark, Constantine felt troubled, he didn't want the conversation to head that way.
"Why was he called the white lion?"
"He was a werebeast, according to him... a white lion, but he never showed it to me... besides, the werelions are extinct, I never believed him."
"Extinct?"
"Yes, out of all the werebeasts, the werelions and weretigers are extinct, he said he was a white lion a particularly odd variant, no one believed him... but I guess, if he managed to become such an important person in the guild, it was for a reason..." She deduced, be it as it may, it was too late now.
"I thought all of the werebeast are evil..." That's what Aurelianne told him, the Wolf Empire is not a good place.
The woman saw that they downed the beers in one go and brought back another pair, Constantine decided to pay in advance and dashed a silver coin for the woman who smiled flawlessly.
"Thank you!"
"Just keep bringing them!" He said cheerfully, so long as Zamira enjoyed herself, he didn't mind.
'Don't drink too much, champ~ it is bad for your health, give it to me, I will drink in your stead!'
'Oh Lucille... leave me alone, I'm having a good ti-'
...
He gasped.
"They are, most of them... but he wasn't... he was kind to me whenever he could or at least... whenever I visited him in the guild, I never saw him out of it- Master?" Zamira saw that Constantine seemed to have rather pale skin and thought something was wrong.
"It's nothing... you were saying?" Constantine shook his head, 'I'm imagining things now... perhaps since I have her so close, becoming a god, no more no less...'
[What's wrong with you all of the sudden?]
'It's nothing... nothing at all.' He downed yet another beer.
By the time Zamira finished recounting her experience, they had already finished four beers each, in resume, the old man had helped her a lot.
"Did he ever tell you something that you keep to this day?"
"He taught me that men have to be kept with food and chest!"
*COUGH!!*
He spat all of the beer, slanting a giggle out of her and the barwoman.
'Quite the wise lion ain't ya!?'
"Didn't he think you were ugly? you said women with big chests aren't attractive, a stupid way of thinking dare I say." He mentioned that and the barwoman -who was serving another customer- instinctively looked at her own chest which wasn't that big, then at Zamira's and then at him.
Whatever she was thinking, nobody knows.
"I don't know, h-he never looked at me with... w-with the eyes you look at me." Zamira saw an opportunity and took it.
Constantine who was in the process of taking another sip, had to stop when he heard her suggestive voice, it was coupled with a deep gaze that came from her, the gaze of a predator seeing her prey... Zamira was looking at her target.
"And what eyes are those?" He asked, returning that gaze.
"Master, what do you think of me? after what we did yesterday-" She began, but he didn't allow her to finish.
"I think you're a lovable girl that deserves to live for long, should have more confidence in her own body and self... that's what I think."
"Is that all?" The beauty asked hopefully, by now the barwoman was listening with some spice on her ear
"You're also a lovable girl... that I hope to spend a lot of time and fight together with... I wouldn't mind us dying together on the battlefield."
Zamira didn't know what to take on his words, it was a proposal to be together forever, but not as what she desired them to be.
"I'm going to give you your first lesson, Zamira, as your master." He downed an entire bottle and looked at her with some tipsiness.
"What is it?" She approached just to hear clearly what the 'first lesson' was going to be, she hoped it to be a kissing lesson, but it never came.
He pinched her slender nose and smirked.
"Don't fall in love too fast... or it will cost you dearly. Come, let's go and train... we have to look for those branches too." Waving courtly at the barwoman, the conqueror started to go on his way with the footing that resembled a pirate's.
"..." Zamira sighed and followed along, 'Love...? Is that what I am feeling?'
She didn't know for certain, what she expected them to be, what she wanted to do with him... all she knew is that...
She wanted the last night to repeat, and it couldn't be with any other man, it had to be him.
Unbeknownst to her, a lightning aura was starting to envelop her body ever so slightly, giving way to a power that had been there all along, but unavailable.