Chapter 19: Setting The Stage (Revised)

Chapter 19: Setting The Stage (Revised)

Uh Ira slowly rolled over on a wooden floor and held his head while being showered in a warm sunlight that made its way into the room through the window. He couldnt help but chuckle as he looked at his left hand, the events of the previous day began to replay in his mind.

After the engagement was settled, Lauren ordered the servants to bring out ceremonial wine, but it wasnt just any ceremonial wine, in fact, ordinary humans couldnt drink more than one cup or they would die. An aged wine made with various spirit essences, made especially for Valkyries, it tasted like fruit juice, but if one were to assume it was theyd be in for a terrible situation.

Lauren suggested Ira try to lower his regeneration rate by using his ability to self-adapt, to get the full effect of his first cup of wine. Suffice to say, he received a lot more than the full effect. After the small ceremony was finished, Avery got a servant to drive a carriage back to the capital. She booked him a room inside of a small inn and told him she was investigating someone and he should stay within range of the capital for the next few weeks or so, in case she needed his help or her mother wanted to talk to him.

Ira closed his and attempted to concentrate, slowly adjusting his regeneration. His level of control wasnt at the point where he could make snap adjustments, so it took a few minutes before he could change it.

Ira opened his eyes with a satisfied smile, Better.

He stood up and looked around the small room. The only furnishings, other than the bed, was a desk and a stool. On the desk, Ira could see the white-glass status card. He grabbed it and waved his left hand, storing it in his void space before making his way out the room.

Your lady friend already paid for your room. A middle-aged man spoke as he saw Ira leaving the room. It was apparent he was the innkeeper. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

After receiving a meaningful nod of approval based on a misunderstanding from him, Ira left. His first stop was the Mercenaries Union. So after a short trip through the Capitals street, he arrived at the familiar building, and as usual there were long lines of people hoping to become Mercenaries. Ira walked over to the line for those who already Mercenaries and waited. Eventually, he finally got to the receptionist, a young man with round glasses looked up at Ira.

What do you need today? The young man with glasses asked.

I want to update the status of my Mercenary card.

Ok, No problem, do you have your status card and your mercenary card with you? The young man asked.

Ira produced the cards from thin air and handed them over.

J-Just one second. The young man wasnt surprised by Iras display of spatial magic, it wasnt a skill seen every day but it was still widely known. What surprised him was Iras status card, it looked to be way more advanced than the Kingdoms own.

The cards were placed on a small glass screen and Iras history was pulled up and updated.

H-Here you go. Everythings up to date. Also, room number was left by a Mercenary party, they should still be staying in the room currently. The young man handed the card back to Ira.

Thanks. Ira grinned and went on his way to the lift.

After he arrived on the second floor and went straight to the job boards, ignoring the giant blue glass column, which ranked Mercenaries. First, he received credit for capturing the Slaver, Lances party listed him as a temporary member, and thus the job was added to his record. The list of jobs available to him now had increased compared to the last time he came.

Since Avery told him to stay in the capital, for the time being, he decided to take on a few local jobs with no time completion conditions. They read as followed:

Find information or Disrupt a Local Gangs operation.

5,000 Gre for viable information.25,000 Gre for the capture of suspected leader. 15,000 for killing the suspected leader.

B+ level target: Romelyn Snakes Fang

500 Gre for each associate captured or killed.2500 Gre for security. (Rate negotiable based on performance.)No Mercenaries Groups. (A trio or pair is preferred.)Must be ready to fight a variety of creatures (If need arises)May have to go to the outskirts of the Capital for a few hours.Additional Preferred Qualities. (Not scared of fire, ice, acid, or magic. No fear of the arcane or demonic. Able to deal with semi-spiritual beings. Willing to work for low pay.)

Gerald its not that serious, Ira said with a chuckle.

Your left hand! Gerald ignored Ira and pointed towards his hand. Everyones attention became focused on Iras left hand, a pearl white ring was resting on his ring finger.

Gerald was the first to notice because on his own left hand was a gold wedding ring. He saved up from his first few jobs just to buy it, so he unconsciously compared his own ring to Iras before realizing Ira never wore a ring. They all looked at Ira waiting for an explanation.

Im engaged, Ira said casually.

Since when?! Lance couldnt help but ask. To him Ira was the embodiment of freedom, he was nonchalant about almost everything and didnt seem as if he could be restrained by anything.

Yesterday, Ira answered with a smile.

To who?! Sarah asked, although Ira didnt have the Knight in shining armor temperament, he was handsome and his strange behavior somehow made him easier to talk to. She, Valerie, and Zella all wished Lance could be similar, even if it was a little bit.

Ira furrowed his brows in confusion. Didnt you already meet her? She came to find me, and you gave her my portion of the money from the bounty, dark purple hair, silver eyes. Ringing any bells?

Shes your fianc?! Lance asked, an unmasked trace of envy in his eyes, he didnt notice the angry expressions of the females.

Yeah, she isAnyway, I have things to do, so Ill see you all later. Ira said as he turned to leave.

Wait, were going to get fitted for new Armor and if its not that important maybe you can come with us first. Gerald suggested, he thought of Ira as a friend and now that he was engaged, he had more to ask him about.

Ira contemplated and then came to a decision. Alright.

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A baby-faced youth in Knight armor tied horses to a post outside the gate of a large decrepit mansion, paint had long since peeled from the walls, and the wood was clearly rotting.

Franklin. Hurry up. An older, more experienced looking knight, stood at the gate and urged him on.

Why dont you tie up your own horse, Justin? Franklin complained.

Just come on, Frankie. Justin opened the rusted gate and walked in.

Wait up. Franklin quickly finishing before running to catch up to him.

Its been a little more than a month since Franklin and Justin were given the assignment to investigate a noble family by the name of Fallmire from Avery. Recently, they heard reports of Avery losing her military position, and a strange event happening at the military center, but some higher-ups let them continue the investigation, with the stipulation of finishing it in less than three months.

Above the gate was a rusted metal plate, wrapped in dry vines. It was just barely possible to make out the words that were on it as The Fallmire Family Mansion.