Chapter 117
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Chapter 117:
I woke up rather refreshed. Sleep was more something I did because I enjoyed it and to relieve any kind of stress. My body no longer needed to 'physically' sleep, as in there would be no noticeable detriments to my body, besides mental fatigue and the like.
It was a large room, a bed that could easily fit 5 people, extravagant would perhaps be too mundane word to describe this room.
As expected of a person who claims to be royalty.
Almost out of habit, I pulled out my scroll, poking at it a few times to check the news.
Just as Junior said, the Vale council came out in support of Mistral. I guess what happened was too high profile for them to stay quiet, especially since we were known to live in Vale. We got thrown under the bus immediately as well, pretty much blamed for everything that happened.
I mean, technically we did, but there was also the fact that the authorities were pretty damn aggressive with their actions.
Atleast they got my good side with my 'wanted' picture.
"Wait..." I muttered, staring at my scroll. "How am I getting a signal now out here?" Remnant wasn't like earth with Satellites in space, they had massive 'towers' that broadcasted throughout each Kingdom, and I am certainly very far from any Kingdom.
Curious.
With a hum, I snapped my fingers, the bounded fields I set around the room came down.
Contrary to what one may expect, it was considered polite to put up your own defenses like this when inside another Mage's domain you were invited into. While I don't know if that particular bit of etiquette carried over here, I did put up some basic defenses.
It was basically something like 'You are a dangerous person, therefore I will protect myself', but with a certain politeness to it, as well as it being compliment to the host.
Fixing myself up, brushing my hair and making sure my clothes were tidy, I left my room. Immediately greeting me was a strange creature.
A Grimm, obvious from the looks of it, but it was like a floating octopus. It didn't react to my presence, just merely floating there...
I poked it.
There was no reaction, so I poked it again.
And again.
Well, whatever.
I turned to walk away, and it began following.
Every step I took, it was there floating behind me.
"Well, would you happen to know where the kitchens are?" I poked the floating grimm again.
It made...a sound. I don't know what it was trying to convey, but one of its tentacles lifted, pointing down the hallway.
I just shrugged and went off with my new friend following behind me.
***
The kettle hissed, steam shooting out. "Would you like some Tea?" I eyed the person who entered the kitchen out of the corner of my eye.
Salem walked in, she gave me an inquisitive look before taking a seat at the very large table. "I do not require sustenance."
"Needing and wanting are two different things." I replied, putting a little bit of sugar in my cup before stirring it. "I technically no longer require sustenance either, but enjoying the taste of food and drink is one of life's pleasures."
"Well, you create grimm, which are essentially the enemies of humanity --- and Faunus, for that matter. I'm just curious if you hate them."
She looked contemplative at my question, a scowl formed as she seemingly thought deeper on it. "I do not hate Humanity. These things that exist now are not the humanity I know. They lack magic, they lack the same things that made humanity whole. They are but a hollow shell of what they are supposed to be."
She didn't elaborate beyond that, but I could understand her sentiments. It also filled in some blanks regarding this world's history, and I think she assumed I knew of it as well. I guess in a previous time, Humanity was capable of magic on a much larger scale, and they somehow lost it. It would explain why she was fixated on my apparent usage of magic and anyone I knew who could use it as well.
"What were your intentions in coming here?" She finally asked. Which was another question that should have been answered yesterday had she had more time to contemplate.
"I wanted a measure of the person who ruled over the Grimm." I responded. "What is your end goal?"
"End goal?" She questioned my wording.
"What do you hope to achieve with all of --" I waived my arms around. "-- this?"
She was silent for a moment. "Pass." She stated. "What did you mean by a measure?"
"I used the Relic of knowledge to learn about the Grimm, I saw several images of you and was smitten, so I wished to get an understanding of you better to see if there was a chance in the future." I explained. "But I digress." I stopped her from responding and asked my question. "What would it take for you to stop using the grimm to attack people?"
"That depends on what you are willing to give. I suppose I can be...persuaded." She stared at me intently.
My lips quirked up, did she not realize how that could be interpreted? "If my innocence is what is required to stop people from dying, then I shall give myself to you."
Salem blinked, registering what I said. "I was speaking of the relics!" She huffed. "Do your perversions know no bounds?"
"Says the woman trying to seduce me." I pointed out.
"I have done no such thing." She crossed her arms, covering her ample boob window.
Hah, I don't think she expected me to call her out on it. "Oh, and if I asked that as my next question?" I decided to prod her again.
"It is my question." She said, turning away and changing the subject, only taking a glance back at me again when she appeared ready to speak. "Why are you being so....."
"Blunt?" I finished for her.
"Yes."
Actually got her to waste a question for something like this.
"Hmm, I don't see the point in being coy or ambiguous. I see something I like so I go for it, simple as that." I guess she was not used to people being so obvious in their attractions. I'd rather not play those games, if someone isn't interested, I'd rather be told up front rather than waste my time. "Do you dislike it?"
I think she hesitated for a moment. "I believe I am done for now." She stood up, leaving the room.
Did I do something wrong there? Did I press a button I shouldn't have?
Maybe I should apologize?
***
Admittedly, I don't think this is one of my best chapters. I think my next one is much better, but that could just be my biased opinion. I'll give it another look over in the morning after I cleared my head and had a good nights sleep.
So, MC meets Salem again in the morning. She tries to play off his obvious 'interest' and that doesn't go as planned, instead gets a thrown for a loop again at his nonchalant way he just admits he is interested.
Anyways, if you want to read 5 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
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Chapter 117:
I woke up rather refreshed. Sleep was more something I did because I enjoyed it and to relieve any kind of stress. My body no longer needed to 'physically' sleep, as in there would be no noticeable detriments to my body, besides mental fatigue and the like.
It was a large room, a bed that could easily fit 5 people, extravagant would perhaps be too mundane word to describe this room.
As expected of a person who claims to be royalty.
Almost out of habit, I pulled out my scroll, poking at it a few times to check the news.
Just as Junior said, the Vale council came out in support of Mistral. I guess what happened was too high profile for them to stay quiet, especially since we were known to live in Vale. We got thrown under the bus immediately as well, pretty much blamed for everything that happened.
I mean, technically we did, but there was also the fact that the authorities were pretty damn aggressive with their actions.
Atleast they got my good side with my 'wanted' picture.
"Wait..." I muttered, staring at my scroll. "How am I getting a signal now out here?" Remnant wasn't like earth with Satellites in space, they had massive 'towers' that broadcasted throughout each Kingdom, and I am certainly very far from any Kingdom.
Curious.
With a hum, I snapped my fingers, the bounded fields I set around the room came down.
Contrary to what one may expect, it was considered polite to put up your own defenses like this when inside another Mage's domain you were invited into. While I don't know if that particular bit of etiquette carried over here, I did put up some basic defenses.
It was basically something like 'You are a dangerous person, therefore I will protect myself', but with a certain politeness to it, as well as it being compliment to the host.
Fixing myself up, brushing my hair and making sure my clothes were tidy, I left my room. Immediately greeting me was a strange creature.
A Grimm, obvious from the looks of it, but it was like a floating octopus. It didn't react to my presence, just merely floating there...
I poked it.
There was no reaction, so I poked it again.
And again.
Well, whatever.
I turned to walk away, and it began following.
Every step I took, it was there floating behind me.
"Well, would you happen to know where the kitchens are?" I poked the floating grimm again.
It made...a sound. I don't know what it was trying to convey, but one of its tentacles lifted, pointing down the hallway.
I just shrugged and went off with my new friend following behind me.
***
The kettle hissed, steam shooting out. "Would you like some Tea?" I eyed the person who entered the kitchen out of the corner of my eye.
Salem walked in, she gave me an inquisitive look before taking a seat at the very large table. "I do not require sustenance."
"Needing and wanting are two different things." I replied, putting a little bit of sugar in my cup before stirring it. "I technically no longer require sustenance either, but enjoying the taste of food and drink is one of life's pleasures."
"Well, you create grimm, which are essentially the enemies of humanity --- and Faunus, for that matter. I'm just curious if you hate them."
She looked contemplative at my question, a scowl formed as she seemingly thought deeper on it. "I do not hate Humanity. These things that exist now are not the humanity I know. They lack magic, they lack the same things that made humanity whole. They are but a hollow shell of what they are supposed to be."
She didn't elaborate beyond that, but I could understand her sentiments. It also filled in some blanks regarding this world's history, and I think she assumed I knew of it as well. I guess in a previous time, Humanity was capable of magic on a much larger scale, and they somehow lost it. It would explain why she was fixated on my apparent usage of magic and anyone I knew who could use it as well.
"What were your intentions in coming here?" She finally asked. Which was another question that should have been answered yesterday had she had more time to contemplate.
"I wanted a measure of the person who ruled over the Grimm." I responded. "What is your end goal?"
"End goal?" She questioned my wording.
"What do you hope to achieve with all of --" I waived my arms around. "-- this?"
She was silent for a moment. "Pass." She stated. "What did you mean by a measure?"
"I used the Relic of knowledge to learn about the Grimm, I saw several images of you and was smitten, so I wished to get an understanding of you better to see if there was a chance in the future." I explained. "But I digress." I stopped her from responding and asked my question. "What would it take for you to stop using the grimm to attack people?"
"That depends on what you are willing to give. I suppose I can be...persuaded." She stared at me intently.
My lips quirked up, did she not realize how that could be interpreted? "If my innocence is what is required to stop people from dying, then I shall give myself to you."
Salem blinked, registering what I said. "I was speaking of the relics!" She huffed. "Do your perversions know no bounds?"
"Says the woman trying to seduce me." I pointed out.
"I have done no such thing." She crossed her arms, covering her ample boob window.
Hah, I don't think she expected me to call her out on it. "Oh, and if I asked that as my next question?" I decided to prod her again.
"It is my question." She said, turning away and changing the subject, only taking a glance back at me again when she appeared ready to speak. "Why are you being so....."
"Blunt?" I finished for her.
"Yes."
Actually got her to waste a question for something like this.
"Hmm, I don't see the point in being coy or ambiguous. I see something I like so I go for it, simple as that." I guess she was not used to people being so obvious in their attractions. I'd rather not play those games, if someone isn't interested, I'd rather be told up front rather than waste my time. "Do you dislike it?"
I think she hesitated for a moment. "I believe I am done for now." She stood up, leaving the room.
Did I do something wrong there? Did I press a button I shouldn't have?
Maybe I should apologize?
***
Admittedly, I don't think this is one of my best chapters. I think my next one is much better, but that could just be my biased opinion. I'll give it another look over in the morning after I cleared my head and had a good nights sleep.
So, MC meets Salem again in the morning. She tries to play off his obvious 'interest' and that doesn't go as planned, instead gets a thrown for a loop again at his nonchalant way he just admits he is interested.
Anyways, if you want to read 5 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
Chapter 117:I woke up rather refreshed. Sleep was more something I did because I enjoyed it and to relieve any kind of stress. My body no longer needed to 'physically' sleep, as in there would be no noticeable detriments to my body, besides mental fatigue and the like. It was a large room, a bed that could easily fit 5 people, extravagant would perhaps be too mundane word to describe this room. As expected of a person who claims to be royalty. Almost out of habit, I pulled out my scroll, poking at it a few times to check the news. Just as Junior said, the Vale council came out in support of Mistral. I guess what happened was too high profile for them to stay quiet, especially since we were known to live in Vale. We got thrown under the bus immediately as well, pretty much blamed for everything that happened. I mean, technically we did, but there was also the fact that the authorities were pretty damn aggressive with their actions. Atleast they got my good side with my 'wanted' picture. "Wait..." I muttered, staring at my scroll. "How am I getting a signal now out here?" Remnant wasn't like earth with Satellites in space, they had massive 'towers' that broadcasted throughout each Kingdom, and I am certainly very far from any Kingdom. Curious. With a hum, I snapped my fingers, the bounded fields I set around the room came down. Contrary to what one may expect, it was considered polite to put up your own defenses like this when inside another Mage's domain you were invited into. While I don't know if that particular bit of etiquette carried over here, I did put up some basic defenses. It was basically something like 'You are a dangerous person, therefore I will protect myself', but with a certain politeness to it, as well as it being compliment to the host. Fixing myself up, brushing my hair and making sure my clothes were tidy, I left my room. Immediately greeting me was a strange creature. A Grimm, obvious from the looks of it, but it was like a floating octopus. It didn't react to my presence, just merely floating there... I poked it. There was no reaction, so I poked it again. And again. Well, whatever. I turned to walk away, and it began following. Every step I took, it was there floating behind me. "Well, would you happen to know where the kitchens are?" I poked the floating grimm again. It made...a sound. I don't know what it was trying to convey, but one of its tentacles lifted, pointing down the hallway. I just shrugged and went off with my new friend following behind me. *** The kettle hissed, steam shooting out. "Would you like some Tea?" I eyed the person who entered the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. Salem walked in, she gave me an inquisitive look before taking a seat at the very large table. "I do not require sustenance." "Needing and wanting are two different things." I replied, putting a little bit of sugar in my cup before stirring it. "I technically no longer require sustenance either, but enjoying the taste of food and drink is one of life's pleasures." "Well, you create grimm, which are essentially the enemies of humanity --- and Faunus, for that matter. I'm just curious if you hate them." She looked contemplative at my question, a scowl formed as she seemingly thought deeper on it. "I do not hate Humanity. These things that exist now are not the humanity I know. They lack magic, they lack the same things that made humanity whole. They are but a hollow shell of what they are supposed to be." She didn't elaborate beyond that, but I could understand her sentiments. It also filled in some blanks regarding this world's history, and I think she assumed I knew of it as well. I guess in a previous time, Humanity was capable of magic on a much larger scale, and they somehow lost it. It would explain why she was fixated on my apparent usage of magic and anyone I knew who could use it as well. "What were your intentions in coming here?" She finally asked. Which was another question that should have been answered yesterday had she had more time to contemplate. "I wanted a measure of the person who ruled over the Grimm." I responded. "What is your end goal?" "End goal?" She questioned my wording. "What do you hope to achieve with all of --" I waived my arms around. "-- this?" She was silent for a moment. "Pass." She stated. "What did you mean by a measure?" "I used the Relic of knowledge to learn about the Grimm, I saw several images of you and was smitten, so I wished to get an understanding of you better to see if there was a chance in the future." I explained. "But I digress." I stopped her from responding and asked my question. "What would it take for you to stop using the grimm to attack people?" "That depends on what you are willing to give. I suppose I can be...persuaded." She stared at me intently. My lips quirked up, did she not realize how that could be interpreted? "If my innocence is what is required to stop people from dying, then I shall give myself to you." Salem blinked, registering what I said. "I was speaking of the relics!" She huffed. "Do your perversions know no bounds?" "Says the woman trying to seduce me." I pointed out. "I have done no such thing." She crossed her arms, covering her ample boob window. Hah, I don't think she expected me to call her out on it. "Oh, and if I asked that as my next question?" I decided to prod her again. "It is my question." She said, turning away and changing the subject, only taking a glance back at me again when she appeared ready to speak. "Why are you being so....." "Blunt?" I finished for her. "Yes." Actually got her to waste a question for something like this. "Hmm, I don't see the point in being coy or ambiguous. I see something I like so I go for it, simple as that." I guess she was not used to people being so obvious in their attractions. I'd rather not play those games, if someone isn't interested, I'd rather be told up front rather than waste my time. "Do you dislike it?" I think she hesitated for a moment. "I believe I am done for now." She stood up, leaving the room. Did I do something wrong there? Did I press a button I shouldn't have? Maybe I should apologize? *** Admittedly, I don't think this is one of my best chapters. I think my next one is much better, but that could just be my biased opinion. I'll give it another look over in the morning after I cleared my head and had a good nights sleep. So, MC meets Salem again in the morning. She tries to play off his obvious 'interest' and that doesn't go as planned, instead gets a thrown for a loop again at his nonchalant way he just admits he is interested. Anyways, if you want to read 5 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
