Asher was back at the Prince's door by sunrise. His father still had things to do. Blessing swords. Meeting nobles. And of course make contact with the Truskin Assassin’s Guild to get ahold of Batman. The father and son planned to meet again later that night.
“Guard!” A voice yelled from inside the prince's room. Asher sighed. The guy hadn’t even asked Asher’s name. He opened the door and stepped in. The prince was in a new set of immaculate clothes. A white button down jacket. Red undershirt. Thick leather pants. Asher thought it didn’t match and looked gaudy.
“Yes my…prince?” He asked, unsure what the correct terms were.
“I wish to thank you for what you did yesterday. I wanted you beside me on a whim. I am glad that I was right about you.” Asher noticed that wasn’t really a thank you. He could see why the prince wanted a guard with the Black Death around, but he was also curious if the Wist was making him follow some sort of narrative.
“After last night's attack I should be able to get another guard assigned. After today you will guard me at night, and they will guard me during the day.”
Asher had already talked to General Vich about this. He doubted getting stuck with night shift was a great reward. But at least he could get a break. Because everyone was needed to fight the Gone the guards had been assigned to watch the gates. Now there was reason to call some of them back.
“You will follow me today. I have grown tired of the wall. The king requests I stay here to attend the requests of the other districts,” the prince said. He turned back to a full length mirror to adjust his clothes. A servant soon came in with a tray of food for the prince. Asher stepped outside and waited. Munching on some jerky from his ring he looked forward to meeting the reps from the district. His father had said he should recognize a few of them.
It wasn’t long until the prince was soon walking through the halls. He spoke to his mother for some time. Asher was his shadow. Always in his Guts’ armor and white tabard. His first big surprise came from meeting with General Vich and his second in command. A very muscular Abby Fitzgerald.
“I hear you soloed an Abomination,” Abby said to Asher as more people stepped into the room. “Then saved the life of the prince last night.” By her unfamiliar reaction to him Asher knew she was still under the Wist’s spell.
“I did,” he said. Casting ID he noticed she was level 24.
“How did you do it?” She asked. Moving a little closer Asher noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. Her black spiky hair was hidden under a helm. Her armor had more curves than he knew her body held. A little uncomfortable with the woman’s advances Asher could admit he thought about throwing down with her more than once. Her lack of interest made him keep it professional.
Dropping his Pheromones down to 1 he answered, “got lucky.” Then his gaze was staring somewhere else. The only way to break Abby out of the spell was to beat the shit out of her. She and Atty were the strongest after him, so he would have to do it sooner rather than later.
Soon the meeting began. It was between the king, General Vich, the prince, and a few other nobles. Abby and Asher stood off to the side. She didn’t bother giving him another look. The Saiyan was all business now.
“Currently the troops are opening paths to the other districts to escort their representatives,” General Vich said. He pointed to a map on a table between them. “No more Abominations have been spotted. They are in the lost districts. A Behemoth was noticed earlier, but it wandered outside the city.” Asher hadn’t heard of the Behemoths. He needed experience points. These human zombies were all low level to him.
“Why must we meet the lower class?” The prince asked. “We do this every week.” Asher didn’t like the way the prince said lower class. He was a stereotypical rich kid.
“We must show unity. And remind the other districts why we are in charge,” the king said. Like it was a fair question. “They do not kill as many Gone as we do. But we rely on them for the supplies they make.”
Bishop had told Asher more about the classist government of the Truskin kingdom. Shit rolled down hill. The Royals were on top. Then the priests of the God-king who painted the current royals as gods. Then the noble families were below them. After that all the others were considered low class. Especially now with Systems.
The priests pounded it into the common peoples heads that they were nothing compared to the nobles. Basically slaves, they did what they were told. As Asher had done.
Slowly he was seeing why the System did things the way it did. In the pre-League world there was no tutorial where people were stripped of their positions and forced to level or die. There were no quests for simple tasks to award Syscos. Hell there were no Syscos at all. If there were Syscos people could arm themselves easily and perhaps make something of their lives.
He almost respected the System for all the work it did. His people were able to start with a clean slate. These people were forced to go about their day. Only the higher ups had the expendable resources for weapons. Forcing others to fight for them they could steal kills and levels.
The meeting started to wrap up as someone notified them that the other district reps had arrived. A thought struck him. He was treating Abby incorrectly. He couldn’t miss this chance.
Raising his Pheromones to 20 he directed them to her face. No one had Mana Sight so he didn’t worry people would see. She began to squirm in her armor almost immediately.
Leaning over he whispered in her ear. “Meet me tonight, and I’ll show you how I really killed the Abomination.” She blushed and he could hear her heartbeat quicken. He gave her a wink as the party dispersed. Abby left on unsteady legs after orders from General Vich.
Asher followed the prince as he left for lunch. The king, queen, prince, and a few nobles were soon seated at a large table. Enjoying roasted chickens, sausages, and most every food no one of the lower class had enjoyed in months. Asher grinded his teeth. Granted Asher could eat better than all of them for months upon months. But they had been under siege for nearly a year. Somehow the nobles had full bellies while the people starved. The only reason Asher had been able to get a meal a day lately was because he was a fighter. Non-combatants were left to their own methods to find food. Asher doubted many were far from resorting to cannibalism.
The nobles chatted without a care in the world as they made the district representatives wait. They talked about the weather, plans for future expansion, new Systems that had been found, and most everything but the current problem of the Gone.
They took their time but eventually the royals headed to the throne room. The first people allowed an audience were nobles that ruled the districts. They warned the Royals what the commoner reps would be saying. All said the same. Needed help with breaches from the Gone. They required assistance with food. Everyone wanted to know the plan to free the city from the plague of the Gone.
The king took it well and slowly allowed the commoners to enter. First was the low class. The voted reps of the Civilian Districts. Among them were a recognizable Ming and Vincent. They looked half starved.
He would talk to his father later about trying to locate them. They told stories about the hurt they had seen. The Gone breached again and had to be stopped by Ming. Vincent, as her husband, pleaded their case well. Asher knew Tiff was going to love the drama that ensued when they awakened.
She had been less invested in the couple's activities since their last Trial. He understood it was because of Prillish. She had tried to ship her with the humans, but the reality was different than what she imagined. Now that she wasn’t sure if the other races could come back to Earth with them she didn’t push so hard. Vincent and Ming were a different story. Since they were human she could ship them all she wanted without guilt.
The king soon promised them a few more provisions and guards in the coming days. Noncommittal in every regard, Asher really didn’t like any of these royals.
Next the Profession District reps were let in. They had the same gripes as the others. Asher noticed Nadir and Keera at the back of the group. Both dirty and ragged they still wore their Timeless Bands. He wanted to tell them they had plenty of food, but it wouldn’t be long till they had their memories back.
Finally the real prize walked in. She was beautiful despite being dirty. Her pink and blue hair was immaculate and he could still catch a hint of bubblegum in the air despite their distance. He smiled widely at her. Behind her was a dirtier but just as pretty Atalanta. Her orange hair was a bright contrast to everyone else there.
“And who is representing the Mage District today?” A haughty man asked from the side. He had done the majority of talking for the royals. The king had only said a few words throughout the exchanges.
“I am Tiffany Tyler. The newly elected representative of the Mage District.” She spoke loudly. Asher was curious what her current System was. Since his had been Warrior, he guessed psychic. He thought there was a hint of Mind Mana around her. He pictured one of his favorite views of her. Sweat on her brow. Her eyes closed. Her lips in the shape of an O. It was her cumming face. The woman locked eyes with him as she read his thought. He smiled. She was quickly looking back to the king. A sneer on her lips.
“What are today's grievances?” The king's speaker asked for him.
“No grievances. Just disappointment,” she said. “For months we have been coming here. Nothing is ever done.” The words caused more than a few stunned looks from the guards and nobles. Asher too was surprised. He sent his love.
“No more,” she spat on the ground. White lights appeared in the hands of her party. Wands, swords, and spears materialized from storage items. A psychic screech sounded in the room causing most everyone to fall to their knees.
Atalanta rushed forward with her thin blade toward the king. A sneer on her lips Asher jumped to intercept. She cursed as their blades struck one another. “Let me through,” she hissed.
“Can’t let you do that,” Asher said. He pushed her back with the big blade. Another of their group made a move but Asher stopped them too with a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. Everyone dropped to their knees.
Guards rushed inside as Tiffany glared at him. Spears were pointed at her group. “Well done guard,” the prince said behind him. Asher rolled his eyes. He still hadn’t learned Asher’s name. Asher pointed his sword at Atty and one of her companions. Slowly threatening them back to their group.
“Mage district!” The king bellowed. He didn’t know any of their names. “You have made a grave error.” Asher didn’t think they did. It wasn’t a bad attack. If he wasn’t there they may have succeeded. He really wanted to snap his wife out of it, but they would need to be somewhere more private for that awakening.
“Kill them all!” The king yelled. Guards around them tightened grips on their spears. Asher had hoped they would be thrown in prison. But no, this place jumped right to the killing.
Without a word he smacked the 8 guards that surrounded the Mage District folk with the flat of his blade. There was a stunned silence as the room stared at him. Asher bent down grabbing Tiff's hand. “You should run,” he offered. “I’ll hold them off.”
She locked eyes with him, and a part of him thought she recognized him. Then the look passed as she gathered herself. She and her group were soon rushing out the door. More guards surrounded Asher. Pointing their spears at him they were all low level.
He had faith his wife could escape with her psychic powers so he kept the majority of guards busy in the throne room. “This isn’t the way to treat someone who saved your life,” Asher said to the prince across the room. He was tired of playing the part of the weak soldier. It was time to take things up a notch. He just had to do one more thing before he brought the band back together.
Asher was back at the Prince's door by sunrise. His father still had things to do. Blessing swords. Meeting nobles. And of course make contact with the Truskin Assassin’s Guild to get ahold of Batman. The father and son planned to meet again later that night.
“Guard!” A voice yelled from inside the prince's room. Asher sighed. The guy hadn’t even asked Asher’s name. He opened the door and stepped in. The prince was in a new set of immaculate clothes. A white button down jacket. Red undershirt. Thick leather pants. Asher thought it didn’t match and looked gaudy.
“Yes my…prince?” He asked, unsure what the correct terms were.
“I wish to thank you for what you did yesterday. I wanted you beside me on a whim. I am glad that I was right about you.” Asher noticed that wasn’t really a thank you. He could see why the prince wanted a guard with the Black Death around, but he was also curious if the Wist was making him follow some sort of narrative.
“After last night's attack I should be able to get another guard assigned. After today you will guard me at night, and they will guard me during the day.”
Asher had already talked to General Vich about this. He doubted getting stuck with night shift was a great reward. But at least he could get a break. Because everyone was needed to fight the Gone the guards had been assigned to watch the gates. Now there was reason to call some of them back.
“You will follow me today. I have grown tired of the wall. The king requests I stay here to attend the requests of the other districts,” the prince said. He turned back to a full length mirror to adjust his clothes. A servant soon came in with a tray of food for the prince. Asher stepped outside and waited. Munching on some jerky from his ring he looked forward to meeting the reps from the district. His father had said he should recognize a few of them.
It wasn’t long until the prince was soon walking through the halls. He spoke to his mother for some time. Asher was his shadow. Always in his Guts’ armor and white tabard. His first big surprise came from meeting with General Vich and his second in command. A very muscular Abby Fitzgerald.
“I hear you soloed an Abomination,” Abby said to Asher as more people stepped into the room. “Then saved the life of the prince last night.” By her unfamiliar reaction to him Asher knew she was still under the Wist’s spell.
“I did,” he said. Casting ID he noticed she was level 24.
“How did you do it?” She asked. Moving a little closer Asher noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. Her black spiky hair was hidden under a helm. Her armor had more curves than he knew her body held. A little uncomfortable with the woman’s advances Asher could admit he thought about throwing down with her more than once. Her lack of interest made him keep it professional.
Dropping his Pheromones down to 1 he answered, “got lucky.” Then his gaze was staring somewhere else. The only way to break Abby out of the spell was to beat the shit out of her. She and Atty were the strongest after him, so he would have to do it sooner rather than later.
Soon the meeting began. It was between the king, General Vich, the prince, and a few other nobles. Abby and Asher stood off to the side. She didn’t bother giving him another look. The Saiyan was all business now.
“Currently the troops are opening paths to the other districts to escort their representatives,” General Vich said. He pointed to a map on a table between them. “No more Abominations have been spotted. They are in the lost districts. A Behemoth was noticed earlier, but it wandered outside the city.” Asher hadn’t heard of the Behemoths. He needed experience points. These human zombies were all low level to him.
“Why must we meet the lower class?” The prince asked. “We do this every week.” Asher didn’t like the way the prince said lower class. He was a stereotypical rich kid.
“We must show unity. And remind the other districts why we are in charge,” the king said. Like it was a fair question. “They do not kill as many Gone as we do. But we rely on them for the supplies they make.”
Bishop had told Asher more about the classist government of the Truskin kingdom. Shit rolled down hill. The Royals were on top. Then the priests of the God-king who painted the current royals as gods. Then the noble families were below them. After that all the others were considered low class. Especially now with Systems.
The priests pounded it into the common peoples heads that they were nothing compared to the nobles. Basically slaves, they did what they were told. As Asher had done.
Slowly he was seeing why the System did things the way it did. In the pre-League world there was no tutorial where people were stripped of their positions and forced to level or die. There were no quests for simple tasks to award Syscos. Hell there were no Syscos at all. If there were Syscos people could arm themselves easily and perhaps make something of their lives.
He almost respected the System for all the work it did. His people were able to start with a clean slate. These people were forced to go about their day. Only the higher ups had the expendable resources for weapons. Forcing others to fight for them they could steal kills and levels.
The meeting started to wrap up as someone notified them that the other district reps had arrived. A thought struck him. He was treating Abby incorrectly. He couldn’t miss this chance.
Raising his Pheromones to 20 he directed them to her face. No one had Mana Sight so he didn’t worry people would see. She began to squirm in her armor almost immediately.
Leaning over he whispered in her ear. “Meet me tonight, and I’ll show you how I really killed the Abomination.” She blushed and he could hear her heartbeat quicken. He gave her a wink as the party dispersed. Abby left on unsteady legs after orders from General Vich.
Asher followed the prince as he left for lunch. The king, queen, prince, and a few nobles were soon seated at a large table. Enjoying roasted chickens, sausages, and most every food no one of the lower class had enjoyed in months. Asher grinded his teeth. Granted Asher could eat better than all of them for months upon months. But they had been under siege for nearly a year. Somehow the nobles had full bellies while the people starved. The only reason Asher had been able to get a meal a day lately was because he was a fighter. Non-combatants were left to their own methods to find food. Asher doubted many were far from resorting to cannibalism.
The nobles chatted without a care in the world as they made the district representatives wait. They talked about the weather, plans for future expansion, new Systems that had been found, and most everything but the current problem of the Gone.
They took their time but eventually the royals headed to the throne room. The first people allowed an audience were nobles that ruled the districts. They warned the Royals what the commoner reps would be saying. All said the same. Needed help with breaches from the Gone. They required assistance with food. Everyone wanted to know the plan to free the city from the plague of the Gone.
The king took it well and slowly allowed the commoners to enter. First was the low class. The voted reps of the Civilian Districts. Among them were a recognizable Ming and Vincent. They looked half starved.
He would talk to his father later about trying to locate them. They told stories about the hurt they had seen. The Gone breached again and had to be stopped by Ming. Vincent, as her husband, pleaded their case well. Asher knew Tiff was going to love the drama that ensued when they awakened.
She had been less invested in the couple's activities since their last Trial. He understood it was because of Prillish. She had tried to ship her with the humans, but the reality was different than what she imagined. Now that she wasn’t sure if the other races could come back to Earth with them she didn’t push so hard. Vincent and Ming were a different story. Since they were human she could ship them all she wanted without guilt.
The king soon promised them a few more provisions and guards in the coming days. Noncommittal in every regard, Asher really didn’t like any of these royals.
Next the Profession District reps were let in. They had the same gripes as the others. Asher noticed Nadir and Keera at the back of the group. Both dirty and ragged they still wore their Timeless Bands. He wanted to tell them they had plenty of food, but it wouldn’t be long till they had their memories back.
Finally the real prize walked in. She was beautiful despite being dirty. Her pink and blue hair was immaculate and he could still catch a hint of bubblegum in the air despite their distance. He smiled widely at her. Behind her was a dirtier but just as pretty Atalanta. Her orange hair was a bright contrast to everyone else there.
“And who is representing the Mage District today?” A haughty man asked from the side. He had done the majority of talking for the royals. The king had only said a few words throughout the exchanges.
“I am Tiffany Tyler. The newly elected representative of the Mage District.” She spoke loudly. Asher was curious what her current System was. Since his had been Warrior, he guessed psychic. He thought there was a hint of Mind Mana around her. He pictured one of his favorite views of her. Sweat on her brow. Her eyes closed. Her lips in the shape of an O. It was her cumming face. The woman locked eyes with him as she read his thought. He smiled. She was quickly looking back to the king. A sneer on her lips.
“What are today's grievances?” The king's speaker asked for him.
“No grievances. Just disappointment,” she said. “For months we have been coming here. Nothing is ever done.” The words caused more than a few stunned looks from the guards and nobles. Asher too was surprised. He sent his love.
“No more,” she spat on the ground. White lights appeared in the hands of her party. Wands, swords, and spears materialized from storage items. A psychic screech sounded in the room causing most everyone to fall to their knees.
Atalanta rushed forward with her thin blade toward the king. A sneer on her lips Asher jumped to intercept. She cursed as their blades struck one another. “Let me through,” she hissed.
“Can’t let you do that,” Asher said. He pushed her back with the big blade. Another of their group made a move but Asher stopped them too with a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. Everyone dropped to their knees.
Guards rushed inside as Tiffany glared at him. Spears were pointed at her group. “Well done guard,” the prince said behind him. Asher rolled his eyes. He still hadn’t learned Asher’s name. Asher pointed his sword at Atty and one of her companions. Slowly threatening them back to their group.
“Mage district!” The king bellowed. He didn’t know any of their names. “You have made a grave error.” Asher didn’t think they did. It wasn’t a bad attack. If he wasn’t there they may have succeeded. He really wanted to snap his wife out of it, but they would need to be somewhere more private for that awakening.
“Kill them all!” The king yelled. Guards around them tightened grips on their spears. Asher had hoped they would be thrown in prison. But no, this place jumped right to the killing.
Without a word he smacked the 8 guards that surrounded the Mage District folk with the flat of his blade. There was a stunned silence as the room stared at him. Asher bent down grabbing Tiff's hand. “You should run,” he offered. “I’ll hold them off.”
She locked eyes with him, and a part of him thought she recognized him. Then the look passed as she gathered herself. She and her group were soon rushing out the door. More guards surrounded Asher. Pointing their spears at him they were all low level.
He had faith his wife could escape with her psychic powers so he kept the majority of guards busy in the throne room. “This isn’t the way to treat someone who saved your life,” Asher said to the prince across the room. He was tired of playing the part of the weak soldier. It was time to take things up a notch. He just had to do one more thing before he brought the band back together.
