Chapter 1
Summary:
Final days before the journey through worlds.
Notes:
Greetings, I am Sir_CatInArmor55. This is my first work I have ever post. Expect a few grammar mistake as I my English is not yet good.
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Enjoy!
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Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(ROYAL WOODS, KETCHAM PARK)
The night is brisk, calm, clear and it seems everything there is all silent, except for the sound of crickets, and the sight of…fireflies?
Nighttime at Ketcham Park no one was supposed to be around the park, especially late at night. As the citizens of Royal Woods are asleep for the night as they are preparing for their own things to do in the morning. However, one particular person has different story for us to offer, because this person is a young boy.
His name is Lincoln, age is Eleven, wearing an orange polo, blue jeans, and a pair of white shoes. Well, one white shoe since the other one seems to be missing, he has a chipped tooth and freckles on his face and his clothes seem torn almost ripped apart and there’s blood on it, there are some bite marks on him and he has so many scratches all over him. His is hair is white like a fresh sheet of snow, but covered with dirt, there seems to be scratches to his face marks and a cut on his left eye where blood was seeping out. He looked like he hasn’t bathed in days.
He’s shivering from cold and on his chest, he has a large cut and it’s slowly bleeding out, he slowly opens his half-lidded right eye and sees the full moon, he sadly smiles to the moon as tears fell from his face. He closes his right eye then he deeply and sadly breathes out his words.
Lincoln: *smiles as the tear drop fell* I-I…a-am…F-Fr-Free…
(AT THE DARK VOID)
His vision is dark, he sees darkness and has no clue what’s going on. Then he slowly regained his conscious.
Lincoln: *startled* What? What the heck? What happened? Where am I? Why is it dark? *realize* Wait! Am I dead? *sad tone* Did I… Did I finally die?’
Then suddenly he sees that the darkness has been replaced by a bright light. Moments later, his vision is clear he notices that place is somewhat…weird, with random weirdly built straight white pillars erected everywhere some are look old and slowly crumbling away while others look like brand new, the floor is nothing but a cloud some even seen at the pillars, weird letters floating around and some noticeable light orbs at random places, everything else was white as far as the eye can see. His appearance was now changed to a yellow-orange floating orb.
Lincoln: OOkaaayy, this is place is mysterious and…questionable,” *looks around the place* “but I really did die huh? *sadly, asks himself*
???: Unfortunately, yes, you died from the cut on your left side. *Lincoln turns around and see someone behind him* You have loss so much blood from the “unfortunate” event, you die while on your pre-teen… *wipes the tears on her face, in a sad tone* how very heartbreaking.
In front of him was a figure young woman with blonde, shoulder-length hair. She wears a strap dress with two pairs of wings behind, and has a halo.
Lincoln: So, I really did die *he notices the halo on her head and ask* wait a minute, are you a god or an angel?
???: Goddess, but don’t worry! *Said cheerfully* I will give you a new life where you can live in happiness from the beginning to the end. You will be free to do nearly anything, however you please! *with a cheerful smile*
Lincoln: *sparkle to the news* Really, whatever I want?
Goddess: Yes! You see, I have a soft spot for both women and young kid like yourself, Mr. Aizawa.
Lincoln: *suspicious* So…It’s okay for a goddess to be biased?
Goddess: Yes, it is!
Lincoln: * yells out* “Okay then, make me immortal and ageless!”
Goddess: *same tone and face* “Sure!
Lincoln: *getting more suspicious* Okay I live my entire-former and possibly the worst life I’ve ever live sans the good times and memory, long enough to know that there’s a catch especially since I know someone who are full of lies and– *realizes something*…wait, d-did you call me Mr. Aizawa.
Goddess: *with a smile* Yes, I did, you hate the old name you have, right~? So, I give you a new one, do you like it?
Lincoln: *confuse* It’s not that I don’t like it, but…isn’t Aizawa sound a bit…Japanese? Look, I’m glad you change it. It was very nice of you, but why Aizawa?
Goddess: *giggle* Well~, I’ll tell you if you agree to do a great favor of mine~”
Lincoln: *Tsk*. ‘I knew it’ *Said in mind with a grunt* Okay, let’s hear it. I hope it’s not something that makes me regret my discussions upon approving the terms of agreement, which I will.” *in his mind* ‘Wait a minute, why do I talk like–’
Goddess: *cheerfully* “Okay then, it’s very simple but a huge favor. If you agree to my conditions and live with Azusa as her husband, then I will now be going to reincarnate you into a body that will never age.
There was an awkward silent for a moment. It took Lincoln for a while to figure it out what she meant, he completely changes from a yellow-orange color to full red.
Lincoln: *shouts* WHAT DO YOU MEAN AS HER HUSBAND?! I HAVEN’T REACH PUBERTY YET!!
Before the Goddess could answer, a sudden sound of the bell can be heard.
Goddess: *gasp* Its ready~
She giggles and pulls something out of her back, it has a glowing star at the top of the wand with wings on each side and another small wings at the bottom where a blue gem stone on it.
Lincoln: *frantically* “W-Wait, what do mean…what’s going on?! I haven’t agreed to the deal yet!!”
Goddess: *hovering above him* “Sorry Lincoln, can’t spoil the fun. It’s time for you to go. Don’t worry I know the perfect skills just for you~”
Before Lincoln could ask, she chants a spell as she points the wand at Lincoln, who is suddenly blinded by a bright light, last thing he heard before it went silent and the light completely covered his vision.
Goddess: *waves goodbye and shouts* Have fun with your new life, Lincoln.
(SOMEWHERE IN PLATEAU)
Lincoln: *hold his head* Oh…my head… *sits up* Oww…
The pain suddenly stops as he sighs relief. He rubs his forehead for a moment and he shakes his head.
Lincoln: *sighs in reliefs* Oh, thank god that’s over… *hold his head* Man, is that how migraine feels like?
He opens his eye and saw that he is somewhere in the grassland with magnificent hills.
Lincoln: *stands up* Wow...
He gets a better view and look around in awe and surprised to what he saw right now.
Lincoln: Huh…It wasn’t a dream. This place sure is peaceful… *looks at the scenery* too peaceful…Well, I guess this is better than my place…way better actually.
Lincoln put his hand to head peering to the distance and saw a village not far from where he is.
Lincoln: *hums* A village... *rubs his chin* Well, good thing I’m near a village at least. *cross arms* Honestly, as “HER!” husband! *raise his fists* I barely got myself a girlfriend for goodness’ sake, let alone a wife! *groan* Is this my punishment for reading lolicon-based novels…
Lincoln drops his arms and slowly fells to his knee as he sadly sighs knowing he doesn’t have a choice but to move on. He lifts his head up and saw something to his right and it was a large wooden chest and a small wooden box at the top and a piece of paper attach to it.
Lincoln: *shock* What the… *stand back up* what this thing doing here? *walks closer* huh? *takes the note and reads it* wait this is…
Goddess (Note): Hey Lincoln, I’m giving this as a welcoming gift in our world. I hope you like it, have fun.
Lincoln: *surprise* huh… that’s nice of her… *rise eyebrow* wait, is she though? *opens the box* Now what’s in here… *covered his eye from a shine* woah, that’s shiny!! …wait, shiny? *look in inside* WHAT! THE! F**K!?
Inside the box are jewelry, very expensive looking jewelry. Ranging from rings to necklaces, from pure gold to pearls and gemstone. Lincoln closes the box shut. Because of the shine it emitted from and amount of money would have cost this amount, causes Lincoln to worry about this.
Lincoln: A-Am I allowed to have this? *puts the box aside, on the ground* I’ll think about this later *looks at the chest, worried* I hope this one is normal.
He swallows a big lump on his throat, close his right eye and slowly opens the lid, Lincoln opens his eye and was shock to see something inside. Something he wasn’t expecting.
Lincoln: *wide eye, shock* Y-You got to be kidding me… *pulls it out the box* a katana. *looks closely* this seems very familiar… *unsheathe the katana* this blade… *looks closely at the scabbard* wait a minute… *wide eye, looks back at the blade* t-this is… It can’t be…
The katana has a traditional yet still stunning pure-white ito wrapped around a gray samegawa covering the tsuka, leaving a traditional diamond-shape pattern. The end has a nice, simplistic kashira of the same color as the tsuba, consist of a thick rounded oval shape from which the blade goes through, in a nice metallic golden color. The colors of the edge of the blade are divided as the inner bo-hi is deep black, while the outer ha, is a shinning white, it curves slightly towards the end, with a stunning sharp tip and the sheath being completely white with a modest kojiri at the end.
Lincoln: W-Why d-do I-I-I h-have this sword? Matter of fact, why is it here?!? *breathe deeply and let air out to calm down* Okay Lincoln, Don’t panic, I sure there’s a good explanation for this.
Lincoln puts the sword back to its sheath, looks back at the box and notice something, puts the sword aside and takes it out, it was a small box, he opens the lid saw a diamond ring.
Lincoln: *wide eye, sweating* I-Is this a joke? *notices a note at the lid* huh? another one… *reads it* it’s from her.
Goddess (Note): I almost forgot, since you and Azusa are now married, I figure that she needs a ring to be official. Oh, you already wearing one, so go get her tiger. *smiley face with right eye is close, tongue sticking out and thumbs up at the end*
Lincoln: *turns bright red, steam came out, looks down* I hate you…
Lincoln shakes his head, slaps his face and with a determined look he puts sword his side and walks towards the village hoping it well end smoothly than expected.
(FLATTA VILLAGE)
Lincoln: So here we are…the village. *sigh* I hope I can find her soon…
Village Women: Are you new here, young man?
Lincoln: *startled* Jeez!! You scared me! *clear throat* Hey…uh…I’m looking for someone name Azusa, do you her?
Village Woman: Azusa? *smile* Oh yes. *points the hill* She lives in the top of hill right there. *notices the sword* Say…Are you perhaps an adventurer?
Lincoln: *sweats* Uh…no…maybe…why? Is it bad?
Village Woman: *laugh* Don’t worry kid. Most of time, some kids are registered as adventurer at a young age. How old are you anyway?
Lincoln: Uh…I’m almost Twelve.
Village Woman: *amaze* Oh, wow. You’re almost an adult, my son just became Fifteen and now he takes care of the shop after my husband retires.
Lincoln: *thought* Fifteen?! Wait, does this mean I can legally dri–
Village Woman: If you want *points* there’s an adventurer guild up ahead, you can ask to register yourself. *walks away* Good Luck, kid.
Lincoln: *blink in surprise* Huh…I guess I won’t have to worry after all. *looks at hill* Hmmm…I think I’ll visit her later after I register *walks away* I mean it can’t that hard…right?
(INFRONT OF THE ADVENTURER’S GUILD)
The guild is a large, three-story building with a rectangular shape and a flat roof. The building has several windows, some of which are arched and some of which are rectangular. There is a door in the center of the building, and a flag is flying above the roof. The building is made of stone or brick, and it has a dark color, possibly gray or brown.
Lincoln: *surprise* Woah…that’s a guild?! It’s huge! *calms down, went inside* I hope I’m in a right place.
(INSIDE THE GUILD)
Lincoln saw the inside the guild and was sure enough he’s in the right place. He saw the Quest Board, filled with various postings requesting monster subjugation, resource gathering, and other tasks. Difficulty levels and rewards are clearly marked and he also a lot of adventurers, ranging from swords and…staff?
Lincoln: Huh? *scratch his head* Now why do they need a staff to fight? The thing could barely survive by thew looks of it. *saw a gem on top* Wait, is this a magic staff?
Lincoln then sees a Guild Shop that provides adventurers with essential gear, potions, and other supplies for their expeditions.
Lincoln: Wow, there’s a shop in here, *smiles* guess this place isn’t bad after all. *saw the price of each* The prices are generally fair, though haggling might be possible with certain shopkeepers.
He went to the Main Hall and notices that this bustling area serves as the hub of guild activity. He watches as various Adventurers gather here to register, accept quests, submit completed tasks, and interact with other members. He also notices the receptionist desk area, usually handles initial inquiries and registrations.
So, without hesitation Lincoln went to the front, sees the girl standing behind the desk, had long light hair and dark eyes. She wore a dark corset over a light short-sleeved button-up dress curiass, and a dark bow on her head.
Lincoln: *walks in front* Excuse me, *she looks at him* I’m hoping to get registered as Adventurer and–
Receptionist: *smiles* Okay, wait here please.
Lincoln: *watch as she leaves* ……She’s professional.
Receptionist: *comes back with a stone slate and puts it in-front of him* Please put your hand here.
Lincoln: *looks at the slate* Uh? What does this do?
Receptionist: It’s a slate that lets you see and display your status. It’s required for our guild to know your status.
Lincoln: So, I just place my hand here and it’ll show my status
Receptionist: *nods* That’s right. *points to the hand symbol* place your hand here.
Lincoln: *thought* So this is basically like a high-tech scanner, but its magic *surprise look* Wait a minute. Aren’t you surprise that I, a soon to be twelve-year-old kid, registered as an adventurer?
Receptionist: *smile* Wow, you’re turning twelve. That’s amazing, you know, you’re quite mature for your age.
Lincoln: …Really? That’s your reaction?
Receptionist: Oh, don’t worry about this. You’re not the only young ones has joined the guild. *awkward smile* Although it’s rare for it to happen and…you’re the first one to join in this village.
Lincoln sighs and rub his head as he doesn’t want to deal with this no more and can’t believe that he already forgot he’s in another world. He puts his hand on the slate and a status board suddenly appeared.
Receptionist: *reads it* Hmm… a swordsman… level one… *shock* What!! you have immortality!! But how?!
Lincoln: Uh…is that a problem?
Receptionist: I…I don’t think so. *looks at Lincoln* Usually the witches have Immortality, but to think a you have one is a first.
Lincoln: *awkward laugh* W-Well, first time for everything, I guess…
Receptionist: *smile* This is incredible, not only you’re the second one to have immortality, but also the only swordsman to be one. *grabs his hand and starts shaking* I am honored to be here with you.
Lincoln: T-Thanks, but…can you let go?
Receptionist: *embarrassed* Oh, excuse me. Where are my manners, I’m Natalie the guilds receptionist.
Lincoln: Uh…ok. Wait, there’s someone else has Immortality?
Natalie: *nods* That’s right. Her name is Azusa Aizawa.
Lincoln: *flinch* A-Azusa…she’s immortal?!
Natalie: *looks back at his status* Let see here…your name is Lincoln…Aizawa? *looks at him* are you related to Ms. Azusa?
Lincoln: *blush* U-Uh…M-Maybe…? *shakes his head* anyway, is it true she lived in the mountains? I got something very important to say to her.
Natalie: Yes, she does and she has a cottage there, you can’t miss it.
Lincoln: *smiles* Thanks Natalie, *leaves, running* See you later.
Natalie: Hmm… something tells me there’s something wrong… *scratch her head* But what?
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I hope you like it. The bell is playing a Westminster Chimes. Also, I don’t know how to describe her adventurer’s guild appearance, I tried searching but only give little information about, sorry about that. I had it generate the description in AI so don’t think of it as accurate, cause I’m not sure, also some feature I added it to make more…lively…I think…
Chapter 2: Meeting the Witch of the Highlands
Summary:
Today... is the day... to meet... the meant to be.
Notes:
I know its been 3 days since my first chapter, but I had to do this because next week or so, I might be unable to write next chapter.
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Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(COTTAGE ON THE HIGHLANDS)
The cottage is a small, two-story structure, built of gray stone with a red tile roof. It has a single window on the second floor and a wooden door on the ground floor with another window on its left side. The door is framed by a white painted archway, and there is a small, wrought-iron balcony above the door. A chimney rises from the roof on the right side of the house and a small field to its left side.
Lincoln: So… This is her… er… our… home… (groan) God, it’s so weird. I really hate this.
He never thought in his whole life, back on earth, had a chance to have a girlfriend, let alone a wife. He’s too young to be married, what was the goddess thinking, sure he’s immortal but he’s still a 12-year-old boy. No one taught him how to be… well… anything but this.
Many things come to his mind, what if he’s not good enough? What if Azusa arrested? What if…he’s not become a good husband, a good…father?... He let out a brittle laugh, but his shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in his eyes. A sad smile played on his lips while a single tear traced a path down his cheek, stark against the strained laughter emanating from his throat.
Lincoln: What a joke…(sniff) What a freaking joke.
Lincoln wipes the tears, he shuffled towards the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He chewed on his bottom lip, the taste of metallic fear filling his mouth. Every creak of the floorboard inside the house felt like a judgment call. Minutes stretched into an eternity as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows across the porch. Finally, Lincoln raised his hand, but it trembled as it neared the cold metal knocker. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked, the sound barely a whisper against the heavy oak door.
???: Coming! Be there in a minute!
The moment the door creaked open; Lincoln's breath hitched in his throat. Not from dread, as he'd anticipated, but from sheer awe. Standing before him was a vision he could barely comprehend. Their blond hair, with some of it fashioned into a braid around her head, cascaded like a waterfall, her beautiful blue eyes, eyes that sparkled with warmth, and a smile, like a ray of sunshine, lit up their face.
She takes on the appearance of a young European woman, roughly around the age of 17. Her framing features that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Her outfit is comprising a large, pointy hat, a black coat over a white blouse with a yellow cravat and a dark blue skirt.
A blush, as sudden as a summer storm, flooded Lincoln's cheeks. The words that he prepared from his small journey from the guild to here, the carefully crafted words he'd rehearsed in his mind, evaporated, replaced by a dizzying sense of unreality. His heart hammered like a drum solo against his ribs, each beat echoing in his ears and drowning out the woman's radiant smile graced her lips with a gentle voice.
???: Hello, can I help you?
He stammered, the words tumbling over each other in a clumsy attempt to form a coherent sentence.
Lincoln: I, uh... I...
His voice trailed off, lost in the captivating depths of her blue eyes. His hand, holding the box that contains the ring, twitched at his side, yearning to reach out, yet frozen by a mixture of awe and shyness.
Lincoln: You’re Azusa, right?
Azusa: Yes, do you need something?
Lincoln: H-Hello. I... I...
Lincoln, still blushing from his encounter, took an unexpected step forward and dropped to one knee with a dramatic flourish. He proclaimed, his voice shaking slightly, as he opened the box that has the ring.
Lincoln: Beautiful stranger, though we've only just met, I've never felt such an instant connection! Your eyes, like sapphires under the moonlight, and your smile, a beacon of warmth in this cold world, have stolen my heart! Will you, oh, magnificent being, do me the great honor of becoming my wife?
Silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the crickets chirping in the distance. The woman, eyebrows raised in surprise, stared at him for a beat. She finally said, her voice dripping with dry humor.
Azusa: First of all, you’re a kid. Second, are you sure you haven't mistaken my cottage for a marriage proposal bureau?
Lincoln: I’m sorry, but If I said yes, will you let me in and explain why?
Her voice hitched to a squeak as he spluttered out an apology. He let out a nervous chirp, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
Azusa: (sighs, rubs her temple) Fine, (steps aside) come in.
Lincoln (squeak): Thank you.
(FLATTA VILLAGE)
The villagers of Flatta, nestled amidst the rolling green hills of the highlands, were accustomed to the gentle symphony of nature - the rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of birds, the distant murmur of a stream. But this afternoon, a new sound shattered their peaceful routine.
A sound that seemed to claw its way from the very depths of the earth.
It began as a low rumble, a tremor that sent shivers down their spines. Then, it erupted. The scream, raw and primal, echoed across the valley, bouncing off the hills and amplifying into a thunderous roar.
"WHAT?!"
Villagers, going about their morning chores, stopped dead in their tracks. Heads whipped around, eyes searching the cloud-kissed peaks for the source of the unearthly sound. It seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, rattling windows and sending startled villagers scrambling for cover.
Old Man Tomas, his hands calloused from years of tilling the land, squinted upwards. He muttered; his weathered face etched with concern.
Old Man Tomas: Did the heavens crack open?
A young girl, Liliana, dropped her basket of freshly picked berries, her wide eyes mirroring the fear in her mother's gaze. She whimpered, clutching her mother's skirt.
Liliana: Mama, what was that?
A collective murmur rose from the villagers, a mix of worry and trepidation. Some exchanged hushed whispers, speculating about the origin of the bone-chilling cry.
Meanwhile, at the village well, a group of women gossiping over their pails fell silent. One woman named Monett, her face pale, pointed towards the hills.
Monett: Did you hear that? It sounded like... a scream?
Another woman, Amara known for her calm demeanor, nodded grimly.
Amara: Aye, that it did. I've never heard anything like it in all my years.
In the village square, Amara's elder, Nana Esmeralda, paused mid-sentence, her cup of herbal tea trembling in her wrinkled hand. Her gaze, usually filled with wisdom and calm, darted towards the source of the sound - the distant silhouette of the old, former-abandoned cottage atop of Highlands.
Whispers broke out amongst the villagers. Eyes widened, faces etched with a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity. The memory of Old Man Miguel, the eccentric hermit who once resided in the cottage, flickered in their minds, his sudden disappearance years ago shrouded in local legend. A young woman, Amelia, gasped, her voice barely a squeak.
Amelia: It must be the spirits!
A wizened old woman, Mama Eliza, her face etched with the wisdom of years, peered up at the hills, her brow furrowed in concern.
Mama Elza: Did you…hear that?
A young farmer, Michael responded; his voice laced with trepidation.
Michael: Aye, Mama Eliza, it sounded like… a woman's scream. But powerful, like nothing I've ever heard before.
A collective shiver ran through the crowd. The highlands were steeped in folklore, tales of mischievous spirits and vengeful souls. The unexplainable scream only served to fuel their existing fear.
Nana Esmeralda, however, straightened her back, her gaze regaining its steely resolve. She knew the power of fear, but she also knew the importance of reason. She boomed; her voice surprisingly steady amidst the rising panic.
Nana Esmeralda: Stay calm, everyone, there is no need for fear. We will investigate the source of the sound.
With a determined nod, she rallied a group of the village's bravest men, their faces etched with a mixture of trepidation and duty. Together, they set off towards the Highlands, their hearts pounding a steady rhythm against the unsettling silence that had descended upon the valley, broken only by the faint echoes of the unearthly scream.
(COTTAGE, FEW MOMENTS EARLIER)
Azusa stared, her eyes wide saucers, at the letter, given by Lincoln from the Goddess herself, clutched in her trembling hands. The world around her seemed to slow down, the rhythmic beat of her heart, the only sound in the deathly silence. Then, a sound erupted from her throat, a primal scream of disbelief and despair.
Azusa: WHAT?!
It echoed, the sound erupted from her, so potent it seemed to physically shaking the very foundations of the old cottage. Dust rained down from the rafters as picture frames clattered on the wall, almost imperceptible, rippled through the floorboards, and China rattled in the display cabinet. Azusa barely registered the chaos around her, her entire being consumed by the shockwave of her own voice.
Azusa: This can’t be happening!! (grabs her hair) This isn’t real!! It’s not real at all!!!
Her voice, raw with disbelief and horror, echoed through the room. It couldn't be true. This was a cruel joke, a terrible mistake.
Azusa: Why would she do this to me?! Why would the Goddess do this to me?! (breathing heavily) Calm down, Azusa. Its fine, I’m sure I can figure something else before it goes out of hand.
Lincoln, despite his young age, understood the gravity of the situation. He saw the raw fear and confusion in Azusa's eyes and knew he had to act carefully. He took a slow step towards her, his voice gentle and calming.
Lincoln: Azusa, please, –
He said softly, his hands outstretched in a non-threatening manner. Azusa flinched at his approach, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
Lincoln: – I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that the Goddess only wants what's best for you. She wouldn't do anything to hurt you.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Azusa: But... but why me?
She stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
Azusa: Why would she choose me?
Lincoln sat down on the floor a safe distance away, his gaze empathetic.
Lincoln: I don't know all the details, Azusa, (he admitted honestly) But the Goddess works in mysterious ways, and I trust her judgment. Perhaps she sees a future for you that you don't see for yourself yet.
His words seemed to have a slight calming effect. Azusa's ragged breaths slowed somewhat, and the wild look in her eyes softened a little.
Azusa (whispered): But I'm not ready, (her voice trembling) I'm not ready for this kind of responsibility.
Lincoln nodded, his expression understanding.
Lincoln (gently): I understand, this is a lot to process, and it's perfectly okay if you need some time to think about it. There's no pressure to make a decision right away.
He paused, letting his words sink in, he continued.
Lincoln (earnest): But please, trust that the Goddess wouldn't ask you to do something you couldn't handle. And if you do decide to accept, know that I'll be here for you every step of the way, to help in any way I can.
Azusa looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and gratitude. She knew Lincoln wouldn't lie to her, and his unwavering support brought a flicker of hope into her heart.
Azusa (softly): Thank you, Lincoln, (her voice barely audible) I... I just need some time alone to think.
Lincoln smiled reassuringly.
Lincoln: Of course, (standing up slowly) take all the time you need. And remember, I'm just outside if you need anything at all.
He gave her a small nod and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but he also knew Azusa was strong, and with the Goddess's guidance, she would find her way.
The silence in the cottage stretched on after Lincoln left, pressing down on Azusa like a physical weight. She clutched the letter in her hand, the parchment crinkling under her grip. Each word seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into an incomprehensible mess.
Slowly, she sank down onto a nearby chair, the letter falling limply into her lap. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and tracing hot tracks down her cheeks. The future Lincoln had painted, a future filled with responsibility and a life she wasn't prepared for, felt like a suffocating cloak wrapped around her.
But amidst the fear and confusion, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life. Lincoln's words, his unwavering support, echoed in her mind. He believed in her, believed that she could handle whatever the Goddess had planned.
Taking a shaky breath, Azusa wiped her tears and reread the letter, this time with a newfound determination. She would not let her fear control her. She would trust the Goddess's judgment, as Lincoln had, and face whatever the future held with courage and an open mind.
Folding the letter carefully, she tucked it away safely. The path ahead was uncertain, but she wouldn't face it alone. Lincoln was there, his unwavering support a constant source of strength. And perhaps, just perhaps, the Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, had seen something special in Azusa, something she couldn't see in herself yet.
With a newfound resolve, Azusa stood up, her shoulders squaring slightly. She would take some time, as Lincoln had suggested, to process everything, to understand the weight of the decision before her. But one thing was certain, she wouldn't let fear dictate her choices. She would face the unknown with courage and trust, and see where the path, guided by the Goddess and Lincoln's unwavering support, would lead her.
(HALFWAY TO THE HIGHLANDS)
As the group of villagers ascended the path towards the Highlands, their apprehension grew with every step. The memory of the bone-chilling scream echoed in their minds, fueling their fear of the unknown. They reached a bend in the path and came face-to-face with a sight that stopped them in their tracks.
There, standing before them, was Lincoln, a young boy seemingly unfazed by the commotion. He looked up, surprised to see the villagers approaching.
Lincoln (politely): Hello everyone, (tilting his head in curiosity) is there something wrong?
Before anyone could respond, Azusa appeared from behind the cottage, her face flushed and eyes slightly red-rimmed.
Azusa (exclaimed): Oh, Lincoln! (rushing towards him) There you are. I was starting to worry.
The villagers exchanged bewildered glances. The sight of a young woman seemingly familiar with the boy who resided in the supposedly haunted cottage sent a wave of confusion through them.
Nana Esmeralda, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward.
Nana Esmeralda (firm voice): Excuse me, young man, (addressed Lincoln, but respectfully) We heard a scream coming from this direction earlier. Are you alright?
Lincoln, oblivious to the villagers' fear and suspicion, simply shook his head.
Lincoln: Everything is fine here. (he assured them) Just a little misunderstanding, that's all.
Azusa, sensing the tension in the air, interjected.
Azusa (quickly): Yes, (her voice slightly shaky) Lincoln just delivered a letter from... his mother…
She lied, glancing nervously at Lincoln. Hoping the villagers fall for it.
Azusa (forced smile.): She can be a bit dramatic sometimes.
The villagers remained unconvinced. The story, concocted on the spot, seemed flimsy at best. Amara, known for her keen observation, noticed the slight tremor in Azusa's voice and the way her hand instinctively reached for Lincoln's in a gesture of silent comfort.
Amara: A letter, you say?
She inquired; her gaze fixed on Azusa.
Amara: And what news did this letter bring that caused such a strong reaction?
Azusa hesitated, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. Just then, Lincoln, sensing her predicament, spoke up.
Lincoln (vaguely): It was just a... family matter, (his voice barely above a whisper) nothing for you all to worry about.
Nana Esmeralda, despite the lingering suspicion, decided it was best to respect their privacy for now. She conceded, her gaze lingering on the couple for a moment longer.
Nana Esmeralda: Very well, if you say so. But please, if anything is truly amiss, do not hesitate to reach out to the village. We are here to help.
With a final nod, Nana Esmeralda turned to the villagers and signaled for them to return. As they descended the path, whispers and murmurs filled the air. The mystery of the scream remained unsolved, but the sight of Azusa and Lincoln together had added a new layer of intrigue to the already unsettling situation.
Back at the cottage, Azusa and Lincoln exchanged a silent look, the weight of their secret hanging heavy in the air. They knew their lie wouldn't hold up for long, and the villagers' curiosity, coupled with their inherent mistrust of the abandoned cottage, would eventually lead to the truth. The question remained, how long could they keep their secret, and what would be the consequences when it was finally revealed?
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
Please expect that the release of the next chapter takes longer than this as I have busy schedule. Also, some description might be inaccurate, so its best to watch the anime or read the manga (or light novel depending of your interest) of "I've Been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed Out My Level" for some of the description.
Chapter 3: Blooming Under the Setting Sun
Summary:
Despite the unusual circumstances, a flicker of hope takes root, hinting at the potential for something beautiful to bloom from this unexpected beginning.
Notes:
This chapter will be interesting and I hope you enjoy.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(THE HIGHLANDS, BACK AT THE COTTAGE)
The silence in the cottage was a living entity, suffocating and heavy. It pressed down on Lincoln and Azusa, a physical weight amplifying the turmoil churning within them. The air itself felt thick, charged with unspoken anxieties and swirling questions. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of wind outside, sent shivers down their spines, a stark reminder of the precariousness of their situation.
Lincoln fidgeted with his hands, his gaze flitting around the room, unable to land on Azusa for longer than a fleeting moment. Shame burned in his throat, a bitter aftertaste of his outburst earlier. He had seen the flicker of fear in her eyes, a reflection of his own terror, and it twisted his gut with guilt.
Azusa stared out the window, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. The vibrant sunset, usually a source of solace, painted the landscape in hues of melancholy orange and fiery red, mirroring the turmoil within her. The weight of the Goddess's decree settled on her shoulders, its purpose shrouded in an unsettling mystery. Hesitantly, Lincoln broke the oppressive silence.
Lincoln: Azusa?
His voice emerged a mere whisper, barely audible above the pounding of his heart. Azusa turned, her eyes filled with a well of unshed tears.
Azusa: Yes, Lincoln?
Her voice, usually laced with warmth, now held a tremor of uncertainty. Lincoln shuffled closer, stopping a few feet away.
Lincoln: Are you... are you okay?
The question felt inadequate, a mere bandage on a gaping wound. Azusa studied him, her gaze searching his face.
Azusa (admitted): I don't know, (her voice barely a croak) this is all so... sudden. So unexpected.
Lincoln swallowed the lump in his throat.
Lincoln (confessed): I know, (his voice dropping to a hushed tone) I feel like I'm… drowning.
Azusa's eyes softened. She stepped forward, her hand reaching out to gently touch his arm.
Azusa (whispered): Me too, Lincoln. (her voice laced with empathy) Me too.
A wave of warmth washed over Lincoln at her touch, a fleeting respite from the storm raging within him. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers.
Lincoln: What do we do? (his voice barely above a whisper)
Azusa's gaze flickered towards the window, then back to him.
Azusa (admitted): I don't have all the answers, Lincoln. (her voice shaking slightly) But I know one thing. We can face this together.
Lincoln's heart skipped a beat. Her words, though laced with uncertainty, offered a lifeline, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over hers.
Lincoln (echoed): Together (his voice gaining strength with every syllable)
Their fingers intertwined, a hesitant touch that spoke volumes. In that moment, a silent pact was formed. They were thrown into this extraordinary situation, bound together by an unforeseen circumstance, but they wouldn't face it alone. They would navigate the uncertainty, the fear, and the societal disapproval, hand in hand.
The silence in the room shifted, no longer oppressive, but filled with a newfound resolve. It was a silence pregnant with unspoken questions and an uncertain future, but it was also a silence filled with the quiet promise of shared burdens and unwavering support. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, a new chapter in their lives began, one filled with unknowns, but also with the promise of facing them together.
(FLATTA VILLAGE, NANA ESMERALDA’S COTTAGE)
The weight of their decision sat heavy on Lincoln and Azusa's shoulders as they approached the cottage. The setting sun cast long shadows, mirroring the uncertainty gnawing at their hearts. Taking a deep breath, Lincoln knocked on the weathered door, a warm voice called from within.
“Come in, the door is open!”
Nana Esmeralda, her face etched with wisdom lines and a gentle smile gracing her lips, greeted them. Lincoln, his voice barely above a whisper, began.
Lincoln: Nana Esmeralda, we need to explain...
Azusa, sensing his hesitation, took over.
Azusa: We received a letter, (her voice shaky but resolute) from Lincoln's mother. (she added quickly, hoping the lie wouldn't unravel)
Nana Esmeralda's eyes twinkled with amusement.
Nana Esmeralda: Ah, a letter from his mother, you say? (she chuckled, her laughter lines deepening)
Lincoln's face flushed crimson. Shame burned in his throat, and he stared at his shoes, unable to meet her gaze. Nana Esmeralda patted the space beside her on the worn sofa.
Nana Esmeralda (beckoned): Come, children. (her voice filled with warmth) Sit, tell me all about it.
Hesitantly, they sat down. Azusa, her voice barely above a murmur, fabricated a story about Lincoln's mother, a woman desperate for her son to find a wife and settle down. The lie tasted bitter, but they had no other choice.
As the story unfolded, Nana Esmeralda listened patiently, her gaze fixed on them. When they finished, a long silence stretched between them, thick with tension.
Finally, Nana Esmeralda let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the small cottage. Lincoln and Azusa exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react. Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, she said.
Nana Esmeralda: My dears, you needn't worry so much.
Their confusion deepened. Had they misunderstood? Was she not angry?
Nana Esmeralda: Weddings between young couples are not uncommon. (she explained) In fact, my own grandson, Miguel, just got engaged to a lovely girl eight years his senior from the neighboring village five months ago!
Lincoln's jaw dropped. All this worry, all this fear, for nothing? Nana Esmeralda's smile widened, she continued.
Nana Esmeralda: You see, our village has a long-standing tradition. When a young man reaches an age where he can contribute to the household, and a young woman possesses the skills to manage it, a marriage is considered.
Azusa, eyes wide with surprise, let out a shaky breath. Relief washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of excitement. Was this really happening? Were they truly going to be accepted?
Nana Esmeralda: Besides, (a mischievous glint in her eyes) love knows no age. Who am I to argue with the heart?
Her words resonated with Azusa, sparking a new understanding within her. Maybe this situation wasn't a curse, but an unexpected beginning. Maybe, just maybe, something beautiful could bloom from these strange circumstances.
News of Lincoln and Azusa's impending nuptials spread like wildfire through the village. Instead of the scorn they envisioned, they were met with surprising acceptance. The villagers, particularly the older generation, reminisced about their own youthful engagements, sharing stories and laughter.
The wedding day arrived, a vibrant tapestry woven from tradition and merriment. The village square was transformed into a festive arena. Bunting adorned the buildings, and the air thrummed with the lively tunes of a local band. The villagers, dressed in their finest clothes, offered congratulations and blessings.
Lincoln, dapper in a borrowed tuxedo that hung slightly loose on his young frame, stood beside Azusa, radiant in a borrowed wedding gown. Her beauty was breathtaking, but it was the nervous flutter of her eyelashes and the small, shy smile gracing her lips that truly stole his heart.
As the ceremony unfolded, officiated by Nana Esmeralda herself, a peculiar mix of emotions swirled within them. Nervousness danced with a newfound sense of belonging, confusion intertwined with a glimmer of hope. They exchanged rings, their fingers brushing in a hesitant touch that spoke volumes.
When Nana Esmeralda pronounced them married, a joyous cheer erupted from the crowd. Villagers showered them with flower petals and heartfelt wishes. Lincoln and Azusa, still bewildered by the whirlwind of events, looked at each other. In that moment, a silent promise bloomed between them – a promise to navigate this uncharted territory together, hand in hand.
Later, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in hues of orange and gold, Lincoln and Azusa found themselves seated at the head of a long table filled with delicious food and celebratory drinks. The villagers, young and old, gathered around them, creating a vibrant tapestry of music, laughter, and well wishes.
Lincoln stole a glance at Azusa, her face illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns strung across the square. A shy smile played on her lips, and for the first time since they met, the fear in her eyes had been replaced by a flicker of hope, a spark of something new and exciting. Lincoln leaned in and whispered in her ear.
Lincoln: This isn't exactly how I pictured our wedding day, but…
Azusa: But? (eyes twinkling with amusement, met his gaze)
Lincoln: But I'm glad it happened this way.
The celebration continued well into the evening. The laughter of the villagers, the clinking of glasses, and the aroma of delicious food filled the air. Lincoln and Azusa, seated at the head table, were showered with gifts and well wishes. The initial awkwardness had melted away, replaced by a sense of belonging they hadn't anticipated.
As the music swelled and the villagers took to the dance floor, Lincoln hesitantly extended his hand to Azusa. A shy smile graced her lips as she placed her hand in his. As they swayed to the music, the weight of the past few days lifted from their shoulders. This wasn't the future they envisioned, but as they gazed into each other's eyes, a spark of something new flickered. Perhaps, this unexpected journey, fraught with fear and uncertainty, would lead them to a place they never dared to dream of.
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
Not gonna lie, I'm surprise I finish this chapter. I also forgot to mention that the reason why the next chapters takes longer to make is because I have classes to attend, both projects and assignments to make. Todays is our online class, but some of the teachers aren't online, however next week will be our face-to-face classes. Our school does this cause there isn't enough classroom for us to use, most of them is still under construction. There's also times that we'll have two weeks of face-to-face classes, if we get lucky to find a room.
Chapter 4: We Maxed Out Our Level?! How?!
Summary:
After Three Hundred Years, Lincoln and Azusa is about to learn a very interesting about themselves.
Notes:
I would like to tell, readers. I thank to those who like this story and I hope this new chapter is up to your liking.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(THE HIGHLANDS, NEAR THE VILAGE)
Lincoln: END OF THE LINE!
He shouts as he slashes five slimes in a single swing of his hand. In a moment all five slime began to glow brightly then it disappears, leaving behind five magic stones and he picks up those stones.
Lincoln: A job well done is what I always said. (he smiled proudly) That’s Twenty-five today’s total.
He reached into his belt pouch and placed the stone inside. It’s been three hundred years since he… well, “reborn” unto this world, as he praised it. He still remembers that day, from the moment he arrived to his marriage, which he still quite baffled after all this time. After all, he technically married a teenager or should he say… a woman in her twenties.
Of course, he didn’t know that, it was right after their 100th wedding anniversary when he found about it. He been saying a lot of things to Azusa, many, many things, that must remain secret for his mentally.
The age-gap between the two is too far to comprehend… well, at least back on Earth standard. In this world, it’s common for anybody to marry someone younger or older than them or themselves. He body shivers as he remembers when one of the kids, he met at the age of 150.
The boy was sent to a wedding at nearest village. His bride, although that she’s already in her mid-twenties, but considered to be so beautiful, they named her the Lady of the Village.
Lincoln: That boy can be a total pervert, there's no denying it. He makes the girls in the village so uncomfortable sometimes. (he said with frown, then he smiles) But I know deep down, he's actually a good kid. The boy just needs a major reality check when it comes to the ladies.
Last he heard, they have about five sons and three daughters. He wonders when he’ll meet the descendant of that boy, and also hope that they didn’t inherent the boy’s perverted attributes.
Lincoln (smile): Three hundred years… (he said as he chuckles) a lot has changed since then.
He then looks at the village. The village has grown over the years as many more people had settle in, some may come and go, but all the same as before and same goes as today.
“LINCOLN!”
He looks behind him and Azusa running towards him. They’ve been hunting slimes ever since they exchange the stones for money, he never thought they worth six copper coins or 3.88 US Dollars or Azusa’s case 600 Japanese Yen.
Azusa: Are you ready, Lincoln?
Lincoln: Yup. Just finish the 25 per day mark. How many do you got?
Azusa: 26, there’s something I want to buy at–
Azusa stop when Lincoln blankly looks at her with disappointment and annoyance. Azusa started sweating profusely, she doesn’t like that look.
Azusa: W-What…
Lincoln: You know you can ask me to make you something to eat when you’re hungry, right?
Azusa: Sorry… (she said in shame)
Lincoln: (sigh) Azusa, stop wasting money on food. You know that my part of the deal.
Azusa: Ugh…
He shakes his head as she still hasn’t change, despite in her twenties, Azusa acts like a child sometimes… well to his perspective. He lost count on the amount of loss in financial income because of her impulse.
Lincoln: From now on, tell me what you’re craving for and I’ll gladly cook for you.
Azusa: But I’ll get fat from the delicious food you make…
Lincoln: And yet, you crave for three serving of omelet, seven pancake drizzle and slathered in honey with a thick slice of butter on top and twenty-four mugs of beer.
Azusa: (gasp) How did you know that!? (she shouts in fear then grabs hold of her head) Did you just read my mind!? Get off my head!!
Lincoln: More of like intuition. Also, three months ago, the barkeep has sent me the bill because you leave and forgot to pay.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and she found herself kneeling, adrift in a sea of regret. Humiliation washed over her, stealing her strength and leaving her crumpled on the floor.
Shame coiled around her like a viper, squeezing the air from her lungs and forcing her to her knees.
Azusa: I-I’m…sorry…
Lincoln: It’s not me you should apologizing to. Also, ease on the beers, I’m surprise you survive from that amount.
(FLATTA VILLAGE)
“Oh, it’s Great Witch of the Highlands!”
“And Great Sword Master of Flatta too, are you both here to exchange stones?”
Lincoln: Yep, as always.
“Great Witch of the Highlands! The medicine you gave me the other day worked really well!”
Azusa: I’m happy to hear it.
“Great Sword Master of Flatta! Stop by our shop again sometime, okay?”
Lincoln: I’ll think about it and please just call me Lincoln.
The Witch of the Highlands. Her witch skills help her determined what herbs make which medicines, so she sometimes makes and sells them over the last three hundred years.
When the villagers suddenly fill ill, she examined them and give them a cure. When there was a plague, she worked hard to make sure no one died. When she started acting like a doctor, that’s what the people calling her.
As for the Great Sword Master of Flatta, it started when Lincoln is escorting the villagers’ travel caravan 100 years ago. Lincoln's job includes eliminating weak but persistent slimes, which have become a regular roadblock for travelers in the area. Lincoln notices some discoloration, but he just saw it as different type of slime and never thought about it.
But what really started it when they were ambush by a group of bandits a hundred years later. They were on their way to the next village with three carts of produce, enough to last a month and was outnumbered by a hundred thousand, but he defeated them all with ease, didn’t even use a sword as he just use a piece of branch.
Some escape and retreated to their base, but Lincoln, not taking any chances tells the villager to go without him and slowly fallows them. Once he reaches their base, he is shocked to find a settlement and counted more than a hundred thousand more.
But that doesn’t stop him. He went on a rampage and started eradicating them to only left with one survivor. He warns him that if he ever finds any more bandits lurking around the area, he’ll be the last thing they saw.
The setting sun cast long shadows as Lincoln returned to the group, behind him, a group of bandits, a dejected outlaw, with the leader gagged and fifty other guarded group of bandits followed close behind, were bound and sullen as they’re tied tightly by a rope. When he returns to the village, the group told the rest of the villagers about how once mighty group of bandits, that have been terrorize the travelers on their path, has brought to an end by Lincoln himself.
Living as they did, they were the living proof of the village’s history. They respected and thought of them as their Guardian. Even though it was a secondary effect of Azusa’s laid-back life styles and Lincoln’s present of being their protector and a role model for generation of children in the village. It’s easy to say that alone give their life a meaning.
(ADVENTURER’S GUILD)
Lincoln: Everything accounted for?
“Yep! I see it’s all here. (she said after counted them all) That will be 10,400 Gold coins”
Lincoln: Thanks, Natalie
Natalie or in Lincoln case, Natalie Jr. has medium length mid-dark hair and dark eyes. She wears glasses and a dark corset over a light short-sleeved button-up dress cuirass that emphasizes her large breasts.
Azusa: Wait, that’s her name?! Natalie?!
Lincoln: Yep.
Azusa: … (she looks suspiciously at Lincoln, then stares at Natalie) Are you an immortal too, Natalie?!
Natalie: … What?
Lincoln: Nah, it’s just a coincidence. It’s not a super-unique name, after all.
Azusa: Oh. I guess that’s makes sense.
Lincoln: Anyways… (looks to Natalie) You used to the guild yet, newbie?
Natalie: Ha-Ha… (she bashfully laughs as she scratches behind her head) Not yet. I haven’t learned as much about as you both, Great Sword Master.
Lincoln: Come with age, isn’t that right, Azusa?
Azusa: It sure is. (she gathers and slipped all the coins into her pouch) We’ll be back tomorrow.
Lincoln: I’ll see you around, kid. (as he followed her)
Natalie: Um… Great Witch? Great Sword Master? (both stops at their tracks) I’ve been wondering…
Azusa; Hmm?
Lincoln: What is it, kid?
Natalie: Just how strong both of you are, Great Witch, Great Sword Master?
Lincoln: Strong? In combat, you mean?
Azusa: I don’t think I’m anything impressive. (looks at Lincoln) We’re both registered as adventurers, but I haven’t done adventuring.
Lincoln: Come to think of it, (as he crossarms) the closes thing to me in adventuring is when the villagers need an escort. Although, I did subjugate a bandit’s settlement.
Natalie: Great Witch… Great Sword Master… (as she brought out the stone slate with excitement) May I see your status?
Lincoln: … Sure, but why are you so–
Natalie: You both been watched over Flatta for so long, Great Sword Master!! (with stars in her eyes) I’m sure your status is incredible!
Azusa: My status, huh… I don’t I’ve had it calculated in three hundred years.
Lincoln: I don’t mind, beside I haven’t calculated my status in three hundred years. (Azusa is shock when he thought the same) But don’t be disappointed if it’s not like some kind of Legendary Adventurer’s.
Azusa: That’s right. Afterall, I’m just a long-lived witch who knows a thing about herbalism.
Lincoln: And I mostly do escort rather than adventuring.
Natalie: Oh, you both are still so modest about it!!
As Azusa place her upon the slate, while Natalie brim with excitement as she and Lincoln patiently wait. And then the status board shows up and reveals…
AZUSA
CLASS * WITCH
LEVEL 99
HP * 533 | ATK * 468 | DEF * 588 | MP * 867 | AGL * 841 | INT * 953
MAGIC: Teleportation, Levitation, Flame, Whirlwind, Item Appraisal, Earthquake, Ice and Snow, Lightning Attack, Mind Control, Break Spell, Detoxify, Reflect Spell, Mana Absorption, Language Comprehension, Transformation, Spell Creation.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Knowledge of Medical Herds, Immortality due to Witch powers, EXP Acquisition Boost.
EXPERIENCE POINTS: 10,840,086
Lincoln: … Huh?
Azusa: Is it broken? It’s showing me these weird numbers–
Natalie: AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Lincoln: AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Natalie: GREAT WITCH, YOU’RE SIPER-OVER-POWERED!!!!
Lincoln: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING!?
Azusa: LINCOLN, STOP YELLING!!!
Lincoln: SHE STARTED IT!!!
Natalie: AVAILABLE SPELLS – TELEPORTATION, LEVITATION, FLAME, WHIRLWIND, ITEM APPRAISAL, EARTHQUAKE, ICE AND SNOW, LIGHTNING ATTACK–
Lincoln (Flabbergasted): Is she reading all of that out loud?
Natalie: SPECIAL ABILITIES – KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICINAL HERBS, IMMORTALITY DUE TO WITCH POWERS, EXP ACQUISITION BOOST…!
Lincoln: Natalie, calm down! You’re going to hit somebody if keep bobbing that thing!
Natalie: EXPERIENCE POINTS – NOT JUST 10,000,000 – BUT AN EXTRA 840,000… AND 86!!
Lincoln: NATALIE!!! Come to your senses, woman!!
Natalie: THIS IS INSANE! YOU HAVE TO BE THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!!
Azusa: She’s reading everything out loud…
Lincoln: That be can’t be right. She has only ever killed slimes. (he said as he points Azusa) It’s absurd to think she’d get 10,840,086 experience points.
Azusa: Yeah. That rock been around for over three hundred years, so it must be broken…
Natalie: OF COURSE NOT, GREAT WITCH!
Lincoln: WOULD YOU STOP YELLING!!!
Natalie: I mean, you and Lincoln have been killing slimes without fail every day for three hundred years, correct!?
Lincoln: DON’T IGNORE– Wait, did you just call me by my name?
Azusa: Well… yeah, I guess. My average is about twenty-five a day, I think. I worked extra-hard to save up when I wanted a new spell book or when I had to repair the house.
Lincoln (Stunned): Is that why my savings was empty!? I get the repair part, but didn’t you have enough book already!?
Azusa: Shut up, Lincoln. (she scolded him, then proudly said) A Witch has never enough on resource and knowledge.
Lincoln: IT TOOK ME YEARS TO SAVE THOSE!!!
Natalie: Plus, this–!! The EXP Acquisition Boost!! You probably gained this skill from a level-up at some point…
Lincoln: STOP IGNORING ME!!!
Natalie: …but this skill gives you two extra EXP from each monster you kill!
Azusa: What– Just two?
Natalie: But–! Slimes only give two experience points! Which means it’s double and so–
She pulls a blackboard and it contains:
365 (Days) * 300 (Years) * 4 (Exp + Bonus) * 25 (Slimes)
Natalie: This is the formula…!!
Azusa: Where’d that come from?
Natalie: Which leads us to the number… (then she started mumbling) 10,950,000!!
Azusa: That’s close to 10,840,086!!
Lincoln: You know, you act in an exuberant and mildly unprofessional manner. But you’re skilled with arithmetic.
Natalie: It’s said a large dragon gives 2,500 experience points. (looks at Azusa) It’s like you killed 4,380 of them. That’s makes you a Dragon Slayer Extraordinaire!!
Lincoln: Pfft… (mocking laughter) Dragon Slayer Extraordinaire…
Azusa: THAT’S NOT FUNNY!!!
Natalie: I knew it…! The Witch of the Highlands has become an Almighty Grand Witch…
Lincoln felt a pang of schadenfreude as he watches Azusa feel to her knee at the revelation over what Natalie had told her.
Azusa: No way…
Lincoln: Oh man. (wipes a tear) I really needed that…
Natalie: Oh! Great Sword Master. How about you?
Lincoln: …Huh?
Natalie: Don’t you want to know your status?
Lincoln: Actually… (nervously chuckles as he started to sweat) I don’t think that’s–
Out of nowhere Azusa grabs tight onto Lincoln into a chokehold while her other hand grabs hold of Lincoln’s free hand.
Lincoln: A-Azusa… (struggles to free himself) W-What are…
Azusa: Hold still…
Lincoln: Wait, wait, wait, wait, don’t do this–!!
Lincoln’s plea was ignored and his hand forcefully lands on the slate and the status shows…
LINCOLN
CLASS * Grand Master Swordsman
LEVEL 99
HP * 999 | ATK * 895 | DEF * 999 | MP * 663 | AGL * 876 | INT * 937
MAGIC: Teleportation, Levitation, Inferno Cannon, Cloudburst, Lightning Storm, Lightning Bead, Item Appraisal, Mana Absorption, Language Comprehension, Merciless.
ONE SWORDSTYLE: Iron Fist of Nothingness, Dance of Annihilation, Wrath of the Snow Princess, War Cry of the Thunder Beast, Song of the Water Spirit.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: King’s Will, Sixth Sense, Hardening, Immunity from Toxic, Immunity from the Plague, Immortality, EXP Acquisition Boost, Fast Recovery, Regeneration.
EXPERIENCE POINTS: 12,960,786
Lincoln: What…
Azusa: …the–
Natalie: AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Lincoln: 99!? BUT HOW!?
Natalie: GREAT SWORD MASTER– NO! GRAND MASTER SWORDMAN, YOU’RE SIPER-DUPER-OVERLY-OVERLY-POWERED!!!!
Azusa: Hang on a minute! (she grabs his collar) Why’s your HP and Defense are both 999?! You’re a Swordsman, not a Tank?! (Lincoln’s force her to release his collar from her grasp)
Lincoln: HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW!!? (face Natalie and slams his hands on the counter) ALSO, WHY ARE THOSE SWORDSTYLE SOUND LIKE A NAME FOR A THEATER ACT FOR AN OPERA HOUSE!?
Natalie: Incredible!! Not only you have EXP Acquisition Boost, Fast Recovery, and Regeneration, but Immunity from Toxic and from the Plague
Lincoln: Don’t change the subject!!
Natalie: Oh! You also have an ability called King’s Will!!
Lincoln: Huh…? King’s Will…?
Azusa: What’s that?
Natalie: …I have no idea. (she innocently smiles as the two drops to the floor) But furthermore, only a handful of people have the Sixth Sense…
Lincoln: R-Really… (as he stands up) What does it do?
Natalie: Basically, it gives a sixth sense of the world around you, allowing you to sense the presence, strength, and emotions of other people, even if you or they are out of sight or far away. It also grants limited precognitive abilities, allowing the user to sense your opponents' intentions and predict their actions and attacks before they happen.
Lincoln: Huh… That’s explain why I sense those bandits…
Natalie: It also rumored that it also allows someone to actually foresee a short period into the future.
Azusa: THE FUTURE!!?
Lincoln: Where did that come from?
Natalie: From our history books donated by neighboring country 100 years ago. (she flips the page rapidly, until it stops) It also said here that the last recorded individual to have Sixth Sense was 700 years ago…
Lincoln: 700 years…ago…?
Azusa: Wait a minute, where did that book come from?! You weren’t holding it earlier!!
Lincoln: Azusa!! Do you what did this means!? (he grabs Azusa shoulders tightly) It’d go beyond just helping out around the village…
Azusa: W-What…?
Lincoln: …people from all over will start telling you about Dragons they want taken care of…
Azusa: (gasp) It’d be bad if this got out!!
Lincoln: It’s even worse… combine with mine… (with a dreaded voice he said) it might also start a war…
Azusa: If that happens… (her face contorted in a mask of terror) that would mean…
Lincoln: You could kiss our peaceful and your laid-back life goodbye…
Azusa: NOOOO!
Azusa screamed, the raw sound tearing through the air. Her face contorted in terror, her body a taut bow as she threw her head back and unleashed the primal cry. Lincoln flinched back from the raw horror in her scream.
Azusa: Days of Adventure… Days of hard work… in the end… anything but that…
Lincoln (stern): Natalie, listen to me. Don’t tell anyone about this.
Natalie: WHAT!? I can’t sing the praises of The Great Witch and Grand Master Swordsman of our village!?
Lincoln: This is not a request, Natalie! Besides, aren’t statuses being a personal information?
Azusa: That’s right!! You wouldn’t want people gossiping about your bust size, would you?
Lincoln: Exactly– …Wait, what?
Natalie: Actually, I am fairly secure in my bust size.
Azusa (shock): Show-Off! She’s not hung up on her bust size… Shoot… She’s definitely bigger than me. Leveling up doesn’t change cup. I’ve looked exactly the same for three hundred years. I actually think I had a way better figure before I reincarnated… (then it strikes to Azusa) Hold on, does Lincoln think the same about my–
Lincoln: I don’t care, Natalie!! (he slams his fist) Confident or not, your bust size and our personal matters aren’t the same, the only similar between the two are both must be kept a secret.
Azusa: Lincoln…
Lincoln: Anyway! Don’t tell anyone about our status! This is a promise with me and Azusa! Are we clear!?
Natalie: Understood!! (raise her fist) I promise I will not let a single word slip about how both The Great Witch and Grand Master Swordsman is the most powerful couples of our village! As a member of this such village, I will not do anything to betray you, Grand Master Swordsman of Flatta, Great Witch of the Highland!
Lincoln: Ugh… The title already changes from Great Sword Master…
Azusa: The prestige of our title came in handy.
(FOREST)
With a sigh of relief, they returned to their home in the highlands. As both of them still couldn’t believe their status, they decided to test if it was real and they went to the forest behind their home. Azusa faced the waterfall, and tried to use her Ice and Snow Magic on it.
Azusa: FREEZE EVRYTHING!
WIIIIINNNN…. TINKLE... HSSSS… CRACKLE… CRACKLE…
The once-majestic cascade stood frozen in time, a shimmering curtain of ice cascading down the cliff face. Sunlight glinted off the icy surface, creating a spectacle of frozen motion. The mist that used to rise from the waterfall's plunge pool had vanished, replaced by an eerie stillness.
An unnatural silence had descended upon the area. The constant roar of the waterfall was replaced by an unsettling quiet, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the spell's edges. The air, once filled with the spray of the falls, felt strangely still and heavy.
Lincoln: Whoa…
Azusa: There’s the solid proof…
Lincoln: Yeah, but now I afraid what mine will do…
Azusa (reassure smile): I’m sure it will be fine, see that boulder over there, try it.
Lincoln sigh and walks towards the boulder. He looks at his sword and for the first time in three hundred years, he finally unsheathes the sword from its sheath, a Shinogi Zukuri style katana, from what he thinks it’s called. He sees his reflection in the blade, he looks to the boulder then assume the position.
The world held its breath. A bead of sweat traced a slow path down Lincoln's temple as he held his katana aloft, the point hovering an inch from the surface of a colossal boulder. Muscles strained in his arms, three hundred years of training, albeit it’s just basics and small practice on his spare time, culminating in this single moment. With a battle cry that ripped from his throat, Lincoln brought the blade down in a blur.
Silence.
Then, a tremor. The boulder didn't explode in a shower of rock; it yielded with a sigh, a smooth, clean line appearing where Lincoln's blade had met stone. A beat passed, the silence stretching into an eternity. Finally, the upper half of the boulder, a monolith that dwarfed Lincoln, began to tip. It moved with agonizing slowness, then with a thunderous crack, split from its base and crashed to the ground.
But the devastation didn't stop there. The shockwave from the falling rock cleaved through the trees behind it like a scythe. Towering pines, giants that had stood for centuries, crumpled in unison, their massive trunks splitting open with sickening cracks. Dust and debris filled the air, momentarily obscuring the scene.
Lincoln stared, his jaw slack, the katana hanging limply in his hand. He hadn't meant to… The realization dawned on him slowly, a cold sensation blooming in his chest. He was stronger, far stronger than he ever thought possible. The clean slice through the boulder, the felled trees – they were testaments to a power he hadn't known he possessed.
A thrill of exhilaration coursed through him, quickly chased by a wave of unease. This newfound strength was a double-edged sword. It offered him the potential to protect those he cared about, but it also demanded control, a control he wasn't sure he possessed. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders. With a shaky breath, Lincoln sheathed his katana, the once-familiar weapon feeling foreign in his suddenly powerful hand. The world was no longer the same, and neither was he.
Azusa, her eyes wide with disbelief, emerged from the trees where she had been observing the scene. A low whistle escaped her lips as the dust settled, revealing the devastation wrought by Takeshi's single swing.
Azusa: Well, I’ll be… (she murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and trepidation) That wasn't the same clumsy and happy-go-lucky I married three centuries ago.
Lincoln: Azusa, (said in a dreaded voice then face her with a look of fear) We’re definitely not telling anybody this!
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I would like to point out that the Azusa on this fanfic and the Cannon, is that she's not a big fan of eating large quantity food. However, she only limits on large portion for a human. Excepts for Lincoln, You'll know why later, so no spoiler.
P.S. Most of the dialogue is actually based on manga. Speaking of which this on Manga, rather than the Anime. Also, I don't know if I got the status on Lincoln right, I never read the rest of the manga as I rely on making this fanfic as I read the Manga along. Did I make wrong choice?
Chapter 5: Something Terrible has happened …I wonder why?
Summary:
It was suppose to be peaceful, but something went wrong.
Notes:
Greetings, I hope this chapter is like by readers.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(THE HIGHLANDS, INSIDE THE COTTAGE)
Lincoln: Azusa! (he called out, his voice thick with sleep) Breakfast is almost ready.
A soft shuffling sound came from the living room. Azusa appeared in the doorway, a vision in pale blue pajamas and hair a tangled mess of sun-kissed blonde.
Azusa: Morning, Lincoln… (as she yawns) You’re early than usual.
Lincoln: Well, I figure it’s my turn to cook.
Azusa: Really? But it isn’t for another week?
Lincoln (Smiled): Call it a change of pace.
The aroma of sizzling bacon danced in the air, a counterpoint to the rhythmic clatter of Lincoln flipping the golden squares on a cast iron skillet. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on his companion, Azusa, who perched at the counter, a smile playing on her lips.
Azusa: You know when I first saw you in the kitchen, I never thought of you to know cooking.
Lincoln: Yeah, (he chuckles) I get that a lot.
With a smile on his face, he sniffs the bacon, holds up a crisp strip that shimmered with rendered fat, the grease sizzled and popped, a sound oddly comforting in the quiet morning. It's cured pork belly, sliced thin as all the fat melting away. He then placed it on a colander to drain, the satisfying sizzle continuing for a moment.
Azusa: The smell is very strong. (leaned closer, eyes wide as she observed, a hint of amusement in her voice).
Lincoln: Yeah, (chuckled) it's got a powerful aroma. But the taste is amazing - salty, smoky, a little bit sweet. You'll see.
Next, he poured a scoop of batter, made with flour, milk, eggs, and a little bit of sugar, onto the preheated griddle, swirling the mixture into a perfect circle.
Azusa: Pancakes? (her voice laced with curiosity).
Lincoln: Yep.
Azusa watched intently as tiny golden bubbles pockmarked the surface of the batter, then slowly expanded. The pancakes were unlike anything she'd ever seen. They were thicker than regular crepes, with a soft, pillowy texture that promised airiness. The scent of vanilla and buttermilk tickled her nose.
Azusa: It’s still fun to watch It puffs up like a balloon. (she giggles, tinged with delight) And it’s smells good too.
Lincoln (Grinned): The star of whole breakfast spread - fluffy pancakes drizzled in fresh honey.
Azusa: Honey!? (eyes widened) Really!?
Lincoln: Sweet, sticky goodness. (gesturing towards a glass bottle on the counter) I bought it from our local beekeeper. Tastes amazing on pancakes.
The golden liquid inside shimmered in the sunlight. Azusa approached cautiously, peering at the syrup as if it were some exotic potions, Lincoln chuckled.
With a practiced flick of his wrist, he sent the pancake airborne, catching it cleanly on the other side. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. Lincoln poured a generous amount of syrup on the first cooked pancake, the amber liquid cascading down in a sticky waterfall. The syrup glistened, catching the light like molten gold.
The dance continued at the stove. Lincoln cracked two eggs into the pan, their whites spreading into glistening ovals around the golden yolks.
Lincoln: Scrambled eggs. Simple, but delicious. I was planning to add cheese, veggies, or even meat to them, but today we're keeping it classic.
He whisked the eggs with practiced ease, a sprinkle of salt adding a finishing touch. As the eggs began to set, he lowered them in creamy folds, creating a mixture both fluffy and creamy.
Finally, Lincoln turned to a pan where plump sausages nestled in their casings, sizzling contentedly. He pricked them with a fork, releasing a satisfying hiss of steam. The sausages plumped further, their skins becoming golden brown.
Minutes later, the breakfast table groaned under the weight of a feast. With a flourish, Lincoln transferred all the elements - the crispy bacon, the golden pancakes dripping with syrup, the perfectly fried eggs, and the juicy sausages - onto a large plate.
Lincoln: Breakfast is served! (placed that plate in front of Azusa, eyes widened taking in the feast) Bon Appetit.
Azusa: This is... overwhelming (she admitted, a nervous giggle escaping her lips).
Lincoln: Don't worry, you don't have to eat everything! (he reached for a plate and began to assemble his own breakfast) Just try a bit of each and see what you like.
As Azusa hesitantly speared a piece of bacon, a smile bloomed on her face.
Azusa: It's... salty, just like you said (remarked, a hint of surprise in her voice. But as she chewed, her eyes widened). But also... delicious!
With newfound zeal, Azusa began to explore the flavors of the American breakfast, each bite a revelation. The fluffy pancakes, dripping with warm maple syrup, were a delightful contrast to the savory bacon and sausage. The perfectly cooked scrambled eggs, light and airy, were a new texture compared to the Japanese tamagoyaki she was accustomed to.
By the end of the meal, Azusa was leaning back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face.
Azusa: I have to say, today’s breakfast is... very different, (she admitted) but I enjoyed it. Thank you, Lincoln.
Lincoln (Beamed): I'm glad you like it!
Azusa: I got to ask, (looks at him with curiosity) how come you never cook American style before?
A flicker of surprise crossed her face as he flinched. The question about today’s food, so innocent on the surface, had triggered something in him. It was a brief, almost imperceptible movement, but she knew him too well to miss it. A shadow, a memory, flickered behind his eyes.
Azusa: Lincoln? What’s wrong?
Lincoln: N-Nothing! (His smile was strained) I… uh… never thought of it before, it just went over my head.
His gaze darted away, and a flicker of something she couldn't decipher crossed his face. Pity? Fear? Whatever it was, it made her heart clench
Azusa: Are you sure? (raise a brow) You look quite pale.
There it was again, the flinch, this time accompanied by a forced smile.
Lincoln: I-It’s fine, really. I-I’m actually surprise you know the culinary style.
Her suspicions solidified, for a moment, she considered pressing on. Curiosity, laced with a sliver of worry, gnawed at her. But then, seeing the vulnerability flicker across his face, she decided against it.
This wasn't a lighthearted secret. This was something deeper, something that had burrowed into him, leaving a wound. She forced a smile, pushing the concern down for now.
Azusa: Well, (her voice light) American food can be fun. Let's see what other culinary masterpiece you've been hiding from me all these years.
There was a hint of something forced in her cheerfulness, but she knew he wouldn't miss it. It was a silent promise, a bridge between the unspoken question and the unspoken support. She would wait, but she wouldn't let this go unaddressed. There would come a time, when he was ready, when she would gently nudge him to share his burden. Until then, she would be his safe harbor, a constant reminder that he wasn't alone.
(FLATTA VILLAGE, THE SAVVY EAGLE)
CLANG. CLANG.
Azusa: Hello.
“Well, if it isn’t the Great Witch of the Highlands!”
Azusa sits at the table as the Waitress walks to her with a bottle of alcohol.
Waitress: It’s been a while since you were last here, hasn’t it? Here. (place the bottle) A stiff drink.
Azusa: Usually, I’ve been busy making food myself but Lincoln’s food was special today, breakfast was a hit. (smiles as she picks the menu) But I always end up craving for omelets.
Waitress: New order! One Omelet!
Azusa: That was quick! And a Beef Stew too!!
Waitress: Okay!
(Few moments later, the food has arrived)
Azusa: MMMMHMM~ These are the best omelets in the world! HAAH~
Waitress: Have you ever had any other Omelets, Great Witch?
Azusa (smug look): They’re the best in my world, so that’s good enough! Beef Stew with an Omelete… Well, alongside with Lincoln’s, (whisper) speaking of which don’t tell him about it.
Waitress: HA-HA-HA Well, no one seems to enjoy them as more as you do. I wouldn’t worry about Great Sword Master of Flatta though, he never set foot on this place.
Azusa: Wait, really?
Waitress: Nope, not once.
Azusa: Huh… That’s weird… (she took another bite) Why wouldn’t he come here?
Waitress: Oh, by the way, Great Witch…
Azusa: Yes? (her voice muffled, as she chews)
Waitress: Is it true you’re level 99?
PFFFFT! COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. COUGH.
Waitress: WAH! Great Witch, are you alright!?
Azusa: I-I’m fine… Miss Natalie!! You promised us…!! Where… In the world did you hear such as unfounded rumor…?
Waitress: Um… (as she tilts her head) I heard it from the neighboring children.
Azusa: It’s at neighboring children level, already!? (shock at that discovery) Children listen in when adult gossip. Which means that, if the kids know, it’s probably too late… I must warn Lincoln about– (then a eureka hits her) Wait…if we don’t show our powers, it’s impossible to prove we’re high levels. I can trick them! I can do it! Yes, I can! I won’t let you down, Lincoln.
Azusa then looks at the Waitress with an innocent smile on her, hopping that it would deceive the Waitress.
Azusa: Ma’am, I’ve hardly ever killed anything other than slimes. How could I possibly be level 99? (as she tilts her head) I don’t use battle magic – I’m just an herb geek who happens to be a witch.
Waitress: Really? I heard your status was so astronomically high that no monster or adventurer, other than Lincoln, could ever beat you… (as she holds her chin) …and that you’ve already killed thousands of dragons…
Azusa: The story’s been embellished! Although, she right about Lincoln…
(ADVENTURER’S GUILD)
Azusa: Miss Natalie!!!
Natalie: Gr-Great Witch? What’s wrong?
(After explaining the situation)
Natalie: Huh……? I didn’t say anything.
Azusa: Wait… really –!?
Natalie: Of course! (raise her fist) I would never betray you, Great Witch of the Highlands! Or Grand Master Swordsman of Flatta!
Azusa: Then why…?
She said feeling dejected, then Natalie deep in her thought…
Natalie: OH!!! (Azusa jump by her sudden scream) That’s right! When we checked both of your status. There was another adventurer here!!
Azusa: W-Who?
Natalie: It was the notorious blabbermouth Ernst, of all people–! That was definitely how word got out! (salute) which means it was positively not me!
Azusa: Shoot… An adventurer heard… (lean on the counter) and a chatty one at that… it won’t be long until not just all of knows but all the nearby towns and villages too! I have to something before that happens! Miss Natalie…
Natalie: Yes! (salutes again)
Azusa (whisper): Please spread a rumor that the slate was broken and the level 99 report was an error. Overwrite the information.
Natalie: …………Are you telling me to lie? (then proceed to use dramatic voice) I would feel awful saying someone as powerful as you and Grand Master Swordsman is weak…
Azusa: (does the same) Word getting out about my abilities won’t make anyone happy.
Natalie: But both of you are the pride of our village…
Azusa: There will probably be a lot of jealous people and we already get plenty of respect from the people of this village.
Natalie: I see… (return to normal voice) I understand. I won’t cause the both of you anymore trouble, Great Witch. (Azusa sighs in relief) But what a shame, among adventurers, you guys would be an S among the S-Ranked. Two Legendary figures such as, has not been seen since the founding of the kingdom…
Azusa: Too bad, but please deal with it.
Natalie: The name of Flatta would be known throughout the kingdom far and wide–
Azusa: Deal with it.
Natalie (smile): What if I just tell Guild HQ–?
Azusa: ABSOLUTELY NOT–!
The oak doors of the Adventurer's Guild splintered with a deafening crack. The impact echoed through the hall, a monstrous groan of wood surrendering to an even more monstrous force. Dust motes danced in the sudden shaft of sunlight as Lincoln, fury a tangible aura around him, ripped the doors from their hinges. In his right hand, Ernst, the blabbermouth adventurer whimpered, his face a grotesque canvas of mottled bruises that spoke volumes of the punishment already delivered.
Azusa (shock): Li-Lincoln!?
Lincoln: Natalie!
His voice boomed, a deep, gravelly command that vibrated through the room, silencing every hushed whisper and nervous cough. Natalie, usually the picture of unflappable professionalism behind the counter, couldn't quite meet his gaze. Her practiced smile faltered completely, replaced by raw terror as her entire body trembled so violently.
Natalie: G-Grand Master Swordsman, I— (her voice barely a squeak strangled by fear).
Lincoln: You sworn to secrecy!
He roared, the word a jagged shard thrown across the room. The tremor in his voice wasn't just rage; it was a tightly leashed despair, a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade.
Lincoln: You swore!
Natalie: I-I did, plea-please, (whimpered, tears welling in her eyes). I did not reveal a word, I swear on my life!
Her voice cracked on the last word, a desperate plea for his belief. Azusa rushed to his side, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, her eyes filled with worry and a silent plea for him to calm down.
Azusa: Lincoln, stop it… (she interjected gently, her voice laced with concern). Natalie's telling the truth.
Her gaze met his, her expression filled with a quiet understanding that pierced through his anger. Disbelief flickered across his hardened features, warring with the embers of rage.
Lincoln: But... the rumors... (he stammered, the accusation dying on his lips).
Azusa: They spread like wildfire the moment we left, (her voice laced with a hint of resignation) I heard it from the waitress at the restaurant. The rumor started yesterday from the neighboring kids. When I confronted Natalie, she confirmed what you already suspected – she kept her word.
Shame washed over him, a cold wave that momentarily eclipsed the burning rage. He saw the fear reflected in Natalie's tear-streaked face, the way her entire body trembled. He hadn't meant to terrify her; the rumors had simply ignited a primal fear of exposure. He looked away, guilt gnawing at him.
Lincoln: I... I apologize, Natalie (he mumbled, his voice thick with shame). The rumors... they got the better of me.
The admission felt like a physical weight being lifted, a heavy burden eased. Natalie, visibly shaken, managed a watery nod. Relief flooded her features, momentarily chasing away the fear.
The silence was broken only by the whimpers of the gossip dangling limply in his grasp. His anger, now redirected towards the true culprit, burned with a cold intensity. The man's eyes darted nervously between Lincoln and his wife, a frantic plea for forgiveness shimmering in their depths.
Lincoln: Didn't you say Natalie spilled the beans? (his voice was a low growl, devoid of heat but brimming with a terrifying certainty)
Ernst: S-She's lying! (blurted, desperation lending a pathetic edge to his voice) I'm telling the tr—
Lincoln: Enough (cut him off with a single, icy word).
The accusation hung heavy in the air, a death knell for the man's flimsy attempts at deception. He paled, a ghastly reflection of the terror dawning in his eyes. He tried to stammer an apology, but the words died in his throat, choked by the chilling grip of fear.
Lincoln leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Lincoln: There's a special place for those who can't keep their mouths shut, (he rasped, a hint of something dark and predatory glinting in his eyes) especially those who disrespect the trust of others. Perhaps it's time you learned just what that place is like.
Ernst: N-No, plea-please have mercy…
Lincoln: We'll be leaving now.
His voice devoid of warmth. He tightened his grip on the gossip's arm, who let out a yelp of pain.
Ernst: Please, no! (shrieked, his bravado completely shattered) Have mercy! I won't spread rumors again, I swear!
His pleas echoed through the silent guild as the character, with a steely glint in his eyes, dragged him out the door. The silence in the wake of the Lincoln's departure hung heavy in the air, thick with the lingering scent of ozone and raw fear. The heavy oak doors of the Adventurer's Guild hung limply in their frames, a testament to the raw fury of the Lincoln's arrival.
As Azusa watched them go, a worried frown creasing her forehead. She knew Lincoln wouldn't kill the man, but whatever punishment he had in store wouldn't be pleasant. With a sigh, she turned back to Natalie, Azusa's heart ached for the receptionist. Natalie, still trembling from the encounter, clutched the counter for support, her heart hammering a frantic tattoo against her ribs.
With a gentle step, she rounded the counter and stood beside Natalie, offering a reassuring smile and a comforting hand on her shoulder. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the sight of Azusa.
Azusa: Natalie?
She said softly, her voice a soothing balm amidst the storm. She placed a gentle hand on Natalie's shoulder, the contact grounding.
Azusa: Are you alright?
Natalie: (choked back a sob, nodding frantically) I... I thought I was going to be...
She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, the fear still too raw.
Azusa: He was very angry. (she acknowledged, squeezed her shoulder reassuringly) But don't worry, he won't hurt you, (her voice low and understanding) you have my word.
Natalie looked up at Azusa, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Natalie: Thank you (whispered, her voice thick with emotion). Thank you for believing me. I wouldn't have dared contradict him, but I swear, I said nothing about your levels.
Azusa: I know, Natalie (offered a sad smile). I believe you.
A beat of silence hung in the air, broken only by the ragged breaths escaping Natalie's lips.
Natalie: He was... terrifying (she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper).
Azusa: He can be, (she admitted) but beneath the anger, there's a good man. He just... overreacts sometimes, especially when it comes to protecting what's important to him.
Natalie: I understand (as she let out a shaky breath). It's just... I've never seen him like that. It was like looking into the eyes of a... (she trailed off, unable to find the right words).
Azusa: A monster?
Azusa offered gently. Natalie nodded, tears spilling over at the image. Azusa squeezed her hand once more.
Azusa: Don't worry, (her voice firm with quiet strength) he'll calm down. And trust me, whatever punishment he has planned for the blabbermouth will be far worse than anything he could do to you.
A flicker of a grim smile touched Natalie's lips.
Natalie: I can only imagine (she conceded, wiping away her tears). Thank you, Azusa. Truly.
Azusa offered a reassuring nod, her gaze flickering towards the shattered remains of the guild doors. Beyond them, in the bright sunlight of the street, she saw Lincoln dragging the whimpering gossip away, a dark promise hanging in the air. With a sigh, she turned back to Natalie, a determined glint in her eye.
Azusa: Now, let's get you cleaned up (her voice laced with a quiet strength that spoke volumes). And then, perhaps, we can find a way to reinforce these doors.
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
It was suppose to be posted on next week or two when I made this chapter and post it afterwards, but something came up on my schedule. So I had no choice but to make sure it must be done before the 3rd of May.
P.S. Please excuse on any found mistake on this chapter, either by grammar, etc.
Chapter 6: Adventurers Dropped By
Summary:
Right after Azusa left, Lincoln meet someone unexpected
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
(THE COTTAGE, INSIDE THE BEDROOM)
The silence in the shared bedroom was deafening. Azusa had left for errands a few hours ago, promising to be back before sundown. But with the fiery hues of twilight bleeding through the window and painting long, skeletal shadows across the meticulously decorated room, Lincoln felt anything but peaceful. This haven Azusa had meticulously constructed, filled with warmth and light, felt more like a museum exhibit of their happiness – a stark contrast to the emotional maelstrom churning within him.
He slumped onto the edge of their separate bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark reminder of the empty space where Azusa should be. Earlier that day, a simple question about his love for American food – a love born from a childhood spent hiding scraps in war-torn streets – had opened a Pandora's box within him. The confession had been a hesitant victory, a tiny step towards vulnerability. Now, however, it felt like a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of anxieties that threatened to drown him.
"Tell her,"
A voice hissed in his head, a cruel echo from his distant past. It wasn't just any voice, it belonged to his father, laced with a chilling contempt.
"she'll leave you. They all do eventually."
Lincoln squeezed his eyes shut, the phantom sensation of a cold hand wrapping around his wrist sending a shiver down his spine. The memory of his family, the very people who were supposed to be his protectors, becoming his tormentors, was fresh despite the almost three centuries that had passed. He'd escaped them, built a new life under a different name in a different world, yet the fear of rejection, of being cast out, clung to him like a suffocating shroud.
Lincoln: But Azusa... (whispered, his voice thick with doubt). She's different. She loves me for who I am, scars and all.
Another voice rose above the din, a softer one, laced with concern – Azusa's voice from earlier that day. He could almost feel the warmth of her hand in his, her touch a soothing balm to his churning emotions.
He rose to his feet, pacing the room like a caged animal. The floorboards creaked in protest beneath his restless steps. Should he take the chance? Should he trust that their love was strong enough to weather this storm? The thought of her disappointment, of seeing her eyes filled with hurt, made him flinch. It was a pain he could barely comprehend, a rejection far worse than the one he'd endured as a child.
Lincoln: But what if it's too late? (a different part of him argued, a voice tinged with desperation). What if keeping this secret pushes her away anyway? Wouldn't honesty be better, even if it breaks us?
He shuffled towards the nightstand, its familiar silhouette a beacon in the growing darkness. With a trembling hand, he reached for the drawer on the right, the one she never used. Hidden within, beneath a clutter of odds and ends, was a secret compartment meticulously carved for himself. His fingers brushed against the cool wood, a practiced motion from years of concealed anxiety. He pressed a specific sequence of clicks, a silent code only his touch could decipher. With a satisfying click, the compartment yielded, revealing a worn leather picture frame nestled within.
Inside the frame, a faded photograph held a lifetime of unspoken pain. It depicted a younger Lincoln, a mere child then, barely a preteen, stood in the center, dwarfed by the ten smiling figures surrounding him. Surrounded by his sisters. The same photo Azusa had never seen, a snapshot of a life he'd kept meticulously hidden.
A bitter irony twisted in his gut. The inscription on the back, etched in a familiar, elegant script, mocked him with its cruel promise.
"To our dearest brother, may your future shine as brightly as your smile. Always and forever, your loving sisters."
The memory of their laughter, once a comfort, now felt like a cruel echo. The very faces that promised love were the ones that had inflicted the deepest wounds. He traced the outline of his younger self with a shaking finger, the pain of betrayal a fresh wound despite the centuries that had passed.
He clutched the frame tightly, the worn leather a poor substitute for the comfort he'd craved as a child. Azusa had never seen this picture, never known the truth about where he came from, the family that had failed him so spectacularly. The inscription on the back, a stark contrast to the image within, mocked him. The very thought of sharing this burden with her, of potentially shattering the idyllic world they'd built together, filled him with dread. But could their love truly survive a foundation built on secrets? He didn't have the answer, but he knew the charade will come to an end.
The rhythmic tapping on the weathered door pierced the anxious silence gnawing at Lincoln. He flinched, the sound a jarring counterpoint to the storm raging within him. He wasn't expecting visitors, especially not on a day like this. Taking a deep breath, he forced his turmoil down and approached the door, the worn hilt of his katana a familiar comfort beneath his hand.
He cracked the door open a sliver, revealing a pair of burly figures clad in gleaming leather armor. The midday sun glinted off their polished breastplates, momentarily blinding him.
Lincoln: Can I help you? (voice was strained, a touch rougher than usual).
The taller of the two figures, a woman with fiery red hair braided in intricate knots, stepped forward. Her gaze, assessing and sharp, locked with his.
"Are you Lincoln, the Swordsman of Flatta Village?" she asked, her voice carrying the lilt of a faraway land.
Lincoln straightened, a flicker of something akin to surprise crossing his features.
Lincoln: That's me. (his voice regaining its usual steady tone) What brings you to my humble abode?
The other figure, a man with a thick black beard and a Greatsword strapped to his back, chuckled, a booming sound that echoed across the small porch.
"We've heard whispers of your prowess," he said, his voice gravelly but good-natured. "We, Silas and Elara," he gestured towards the woman, "are adventurers, always seeking worthy opponents to test our skills."
Silas, a towering figure with a thick black beard that's braided at the ends, flecked with strands of grey. His face is weathered and lined, etched with the stories of countless battles. Kind eyes, a constant crinkle at the corners from his booming laugh, belie his strength. His build is broad and muscular, hinting at years spent wielding his massive broadsword. He wears sturdy leather armor, scarred and patched from countless adventures, with a worn cloak draped over his shoulder that bears the insignia of a distant guild, hinting at a past affiliation.
Elara is a striking woman with fiery red hair, tightly braided with intricate knots that hold silver clasps at their ends. Her eyes are a piercing emerald green, sharp and intelligent. Her build is lean and athletic, honed from years of travel and combat. She wears a mix of leather armor and cloth, offering both protection and flexibility. A pair of daggers strapped to her thighs are her weapons of choice, glinting with a deadly purpose.
Elara: (arched an eyebrow, her expression unwavering) Test. (she corrected, her voice leaving no room for argument) We're here to see if the rumors hold any truth.
Lincoln: (narrowed his eyes, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features). Interesting. (his voice carefully neutral) And where exactly did you hear these rumors about a swordsman in the highlands?
Silas: (scratched his beard thoughtfully) Ah, that's a bit of a mixed bag. We overheard some seasoned adventurers at a tavern bragging about a formidable swordsman living in seclusion up in the highlands. Then, in a couple of villages we passed through, the children were whispering about a powerful warrior with a mysterious wife.
Elara (scoffed): Children's whispers are hardly reliable sources, Silas.
Silas (chuckled again): True enough, Elara. But the consistency across sources piqued our curiosity. Powerful swordsman, living in seclusion with a wife with unorthodox talents...it all seemed a bit too good to be true.
Lincoln's grip tightened around the doorknob, a cold anger simmering beneath his carefully constructed facade. This wasn't just any challenge. These adventurers seeking a test smacked of a very specific rumor – a rumor he and Natalie had sworn to keep buried. A rumor of a powerful swordsman living in the highlands, a man with a past shrouded in mystery, and a wife whispered to be a wielder of powerful magic. He forced himself to remain calm.
Lincoln: I appreciate the challenge, (he said finally, his voice calm, measured) but perhaps before we draw blades, we could share a cup of tea and discuss what exactly you hope to gain from this test.
Elara's lips twitched into a slight smirk. Silas, however, let out a hearty laugh.
Silas: Now that's an interesting proposition (he rumbled). Tea before blades? You might just be the most intriguing swordsman we've encountered yet.
Lincoln held their gazes, a flicker of something resembling hope igniting in his chest, but also a gnawing suspicion. Maybe, just maybe, there was another way. Perhaps these adventurers offered more than just another test of strength. Perhaps they offered a chance to gauge their intentions, to see if Natalie's secret, his secret, had indeed been breached.
With a sigh, he opened the door wider, a silent invitation laced with a hidden agenda.
Lincoln: Come in then. (a hint of a weary smile playing on his lips, his eyes scanning their faces for any hint of recognition) Let's see if we can find a way to test our mettle without resorting to bloodshed.
He needed answers, and perhaps, over a cup of tea, he might just get them. But before that let’s rewind a bit further, hours before Silas and Elara arrived at his doorstep.
( FLASHBACK )
( FLATTA VILLAGE, THE RUSTY FLAGON )
The air in The Rusty Flagon hung thick with the scent of stale ale and whispered secrets. Ernst, the village gossip, nursed his tankard, the frothy head wobbling precariously with every exaggerated sigh. He'd spent the morning spreading rumors like wildfire – whispers of a near mythical swordsman and his witch wife living incognito in the highlands, supposedly harboring a treasure trove that would make a dragon blush. Ernst, of course, had embellished the details with a bard's flair, hoping to spark excitement, maybe even draw out a gullible soul to test his fabricated legend.
Yesterday, before the rumors had taken root, Ernst had perched on a stool, his ears twitching like a particularly curious rodent. He'd managed to catch snippets of a conversation between the receptionist at the Guild with a boy and a teenage girl, both seem to be radiated an aura of seasoned warriors. The child, with white hair and a wickedly curved sword that seemed permanently stationed on his hip and the girl, based on her looks he guess that she might be a witch, spoke in hushed tones about keeping their identities hidden. Ernst, ever the opportunist, gleaned just enough to weave a fantastical tale from those flimsy threads.
Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tavern floor, a sliver of unease crept into Ernst's heart. Two imposing figures had been huddled at a nearby table, their conversation laced with a dangerous interest that sent shivers down his spine. Silas, a towering figure with a thick black beard flecked with grey, his weathered face etched with stories, finally rose and approached Ernst with a surprisingly gentle gait.
Silas: Heard a whisper on the wind, lad (boomed, his voice deep and gravelly, yet somehow warm). Something about a fellow living up in the highlands, a bit of a recluse with a… colorful reputation, shall we say?
Ernst, his bravado momentarily faltering under Silas' gaze, took a long swig from his tankard, hoping to appear nonchalant.
Ernst: Bloke? (echoed, feigning ignorance). Up in the highlands, you say?
Elara, a striking woman with fiery red hair braided with intricate knots, leaned forward from their table, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement.
Elara: Yeah (her voice laced with a hint of dry wit). The one with the supposed sorceress wife and a vault overflowing with enough gold to make a king weep.
Ernst's heart hammered a frantic tattoo against his ribs. This wasn't quite the reaction he'd envisioned.
Ernst: Maybe you heard wrong (stammered, a nervous smile twisting his features like a pretzel). There's all sorts of stories floating around these days, wouldn't you say?
Silas chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the floorboards.
Silas: Maybe, (he rumbled) but where there's smoke, there's usually fire, right? (leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper). And a pouch of gold for a bit of information never hurt anyone, have they?
Ernst's mind raced. A pouch of gold was tempting, but the unease gnawing at his gut wouldn't be silenced.
Ernst: Well, (stammered) I wouldn't say I know anything for certain. Just… rumors, you understand? Tavern talk.
Elara snorted, a sharp sound that cut through the smoky haze.
Elara: Tavern talk, huh? And here we were thinking you might be the bard himself, spinning such a fantastical yarn.
Her gaze flicked to Silas, a silent query passing between them. Sensing his opportunity to escape, Ernst blurted out,
Ernst: Look, if there's someone living up in the highlands, it could be anyone, right? Lots of folks hiding out in those mountains.
He gestured vaguely towards the north, hoping to deflect their attention. Silas and Elara exchanged another look, this time one of amusement. Silas reached into his pocket and produced a hefty pouch, its weight undeniable.
Silas: Alright, lad (said with a wink). Maybe you're right. But if this whole 'mountain hermit with a sorceress wife' turns out to be nothing but a goose chase, well… (he trailed off, his voice laced with a playful threat).
Ernst, his eyes widening at the sight of the pouch, couldn't resist the lure of easy coin. He swallowed his apprehension and pointed a shaky finger towards the north.
Ernst: See those dirt path that goes along the hill? Follow that path, and you can't miss it, can't be missed.
A slow smile spread across Silas' face. He tossed the pouch onto the table in front of Ernst, the coins clinking satisfyingly.
Silas: Thanks for the tip, lad. We appreciate the information.
Elara mirrored his smile, a hint of mischief dancing in her emerald eyes.
Elara: Just remember, (her voice a playful purr) if this turns out to be a rickety shack with a grumpy old goat herder for a resident, you'll be facing the consequences. We don't take kindly to wasted time, especially when it involves a good story and the promise of a hidden fortune.
Ernst, emboldened by the pouch of coins now resting on the table, puffed out his chest in a pathetic display of bravado.
Ernst: Don't you worry, missy. I wouldn't steer you wrong. That place up north? It's practically crawling with magic and riches. You'll see.
Silas: (chuckled, a sound that boomed through the tavern). Well, let's hope you're right, lad. For your sake.
He clapped Ernst on the shoulder with surprising gentleness, the force of it nearly sending the smaller man sprawling.
With a final wink, Silas and Elara rose from their table. Elara hefted the worn cloak draped across her arm, the insignia of a distant guild glinting faintly in the dying light. Ernst watched, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach, as they strode out of the tavern. He clutched the pouch of coins, the weight of it suddenly feeling more like a lead weight than a reward.
A sudden silence descended upon the tavern, broken only by the murmur of patrons and the clinking of glasses. Ernst glanced around, the boisterous atmosphere suddenly suffocating. Had he just sent two seasoned warriors on a wild goose chase? Or worse, had he inadvertently led them straight into danger? A cold sweat prickled his skin as he realized the gravity of his actions. The thrill of spreading rumors had evaporated, replaced by a gnawing fear. Ernst, the village gossip, had finally learned a very valuable lesson, and it wasn't one he was likely to forget anytime soon.
( FLASHBACK END )
( THE COTTAGE, DINING ROOM )
Steam swirled around the porcelain cups as Lincoln poured a steaming amber liquid for Silas and Elara. The rhythmic clinking of spoons against ceramic filled the sudden silence that had descended upon the room after their initial introductions.
Lincoln, perched at the opposite end of the oak table, offered them a strained smile.
Lincoln: Thank you again for accepting my invitation (his voice betraying a touch of nervousness). Please, have some bread. Natalie usually bakes fresh ones every morning, but…
He trailed off, his gaze flickering towards the empty chair beside him. Elara dipped a piece of bread into her tea, her sharp eyes observing him.
Elara: Don't worry about it (her voice surprisingly gentle). These are quite good, actually.
Silas grunted in agreement, taking a hearty bite of the bread. Lincoln forced a smile, his mind racing. He needed to know more.
Lincoln: So (he began casually), tell me, how did you two hear about the rumors of a swordsman living up here in the highlands?
Elara: (chuckled, a dry sound that echoed in the room) Rumors tend to have a life of their own, wouldn't you agree?
She replied, her emerald eyes holding his gaze. Lincoln nodded, but pressed on.
Lincoln: True enough. But some rumors are more persistent than others, wouldn't you say? (took a sip of his tea, his eyes scanning their faces). These rumors, for instance, seem rather specific. A powerful swordsman, living in seclusion with… (he hesitated for a beat, then continued) …with a wife rumored to possess...unorthodox talents.
Silas, who had been stoically munching on his bread, paused mid-chew, his gaze meeting Lincolns'. A flicker of something akin to suspicion flickered in his dark eyes. Elara, however, remained unfazed. She leaned back in her chair, a playful glint in her eyes.
Elara: Unorthodox talents, you say? (she echoed, raising an eyebrow). That's one way to put it.
She glanced at Silas, a silent communication passing between them. Lincoln felt a prickle of unease crawl up his spine. He had pushed too hard, he realized, but the confirmation, though indirect, sent a cold wave of dread washing over him.
Lincoln: Forgive my curiosity (forcing a light tone). It's just... not every day that adventurers come knocking on my door looking for a sparring partner.
Silas: Indeed (his voice a low rumble, his gaze unwavering). We, like most adventurers, are drawn to a challenge. But sometimes (his voice taking on a dangerous edge), the greatest challenge lies not in testing one's strength, but in discerning truth from fiction.
The air crackled with unspoken tension. Elara set her cup down with a delicate clink.
Elara: Perhaps (her voice laced with a hint of amusement), our initial purpose wasn't entirely about testing your swordsmanship, Lincoln.
Lincoln locked eyes with her, his heart pounding in his chest. The carefully constructed facade of the unassuming swordsman was crumbling, and he knew, with a chilling certainty, that the next question could shatter it completely.
Lincoln swallowed the lump in his throat, his mind racing for a way to navigate the situation. He glanced at the empty chair beside him, a stark reminder of Natalie's absence, his secret hanging heavy in the air. He knew he couldn't afford to be defensive or hostile. He had to tread carefully, buy himself some time.
Lincoln: So, (finally managed, forcing a smile that felt brittle) what is it then? What exactly are you looking for?
Elara leaned back in her chair, her emerald eyes gleaming with something akin to curiosity.
Elara: Truth (said simply, her voice devoid of its earlier playfulness). We seek the truth behind the rumors, Lincoln. And perhaps (she added, a hint of a challenge creeping into her tone), a chance to see if the reality lives up to the legend.
Silas: (let out a low, humorless chuckle). Legends (he rumbled), are often more trouble than they're worth.
Lincoln: Indeed (he agreed, seized the opening). Legends tend to embellish the truth, wouldn't you say? (trying to sound casual) Perhaps the rumors you heard were simply that – exaggerated tales.
Elara: (arched an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering). Perhaps (she conceded), but there's always a seed of truth in every story, wouldn't you agree? And sometimes (her voice taking on a dangerous edge), the truth is far more fascinating than any legend.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Lincoln knew he couldn't avoid their scrutiny for long. He needed to deflect, to stall for time. Perhaps, he thought, if he could learn more about their goals, their reasons for seeking him out, he could find a way to turn the situation to his advantage.
Lincoln: So (he said, taking a calculated risk), tell me more about yourselves. What kind of challenges do you typically seek?
Silas: (snorted) The usual fare (he said gruffly). Bandits, monstrous threats, the occasional power-hungry sorcerer.
Elara: We don't discriminate. As long as it provides a test of skill, we're usually game.
She chimed in, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. Lincoln leaned forward, feigning interest.
Lincoln: And what about these...unorthodox talents you mentioned?
He couldn't help but glance at the empty chair again, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Elara's smile widened, a flicker of mischief in her eyes.
Elara: Ah (she drawled), that, my dear Lincoln, is a story for another time.
She stood up gracefully, her crimson hair catching the sunlight filtering through the window.
Elara: We appreciate the hospitality (extending a hand towards him). But I think we've both had a long journey. Perhaps we can continue this...conversation...next week or two, we have personal matter to deal with, after we've had a chance to rest.
Silas rose as well, his hand a calloused mirror of Elara's.
Silas: Indeed (his voice gruff but not unkind). Perhaps then, we can all be a little more forthcoming.
Lincoln shook their hands, a sense of dread and confusion swirling within him. He had a feeling tomorrow would bring no easy answers, only a deeper plunge into the tangled web of secrets he'd so desperately tried to keep hidden. As Silas and Elara stepped out onto the porch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the land, Lincoln couldn't help but wonder – had he just invited two formidable adventurers into his home, or had he unknowingly opened the door to his worst nightmare?
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I am terribly sorry for the late post. I have... so many projects I have not completed. I already have a warning about it, hence why it took so long. Unfortunately, I am still busy at the moment so please be advise to expect that the next chapters takes even longer
Chapter 7: The Demise of Ernst
Summary:
Ernst had learned a valuable, albeit terrifying, lesson about the perils of loose lips and the dangers of embellishing the truth.
Notes:
It may be a short, but I hope its to your liking. This event happens after the meeting (Chapter 6) and before at the Adventurer's Guild (Chapter 5).
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
( SOMEWHERE IN THE FOREST )
The air tore at Ernst's lungs, a harsh rasp that scraped against his raw throat. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig sounded like a monstrous war cry in the oppressive silence of the highland forest. He didn't dare look back. He couldn't. The image of those emerald eyes, burning with a cold fury that chilled him to the bone, was branded into his memory.
How long had he been running? Time had melted into a horrifying blur of frantic scrambles and pounding footsteps. The sun, once a benevolent orb in the sky, had become a malevolent pursuer, casting long, distorted shadows that danced and warped like phantoms in his peripheral vision.
His legs, once sturdy and reliable, screamed in protest with every desperate push. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one a tiny hammer blow against his already throbbing chest. The dense forest, once a source of amusement with its playful whispers on the wind, now loomed like a suffocating labyrinth, every towering tree a silent judge, every gnarled root a reaching claw.
The sound. It was the worst part. It wasn't a growl, a roar, or any definable noise. It was a presence, a feeling that crawled up his spine and burrowed into his skull. A low, rhythmic beat that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of the forest itself – a heartbeat, but not a human one. It was the relentless pulse of a predator, toying with its prey.
He tripped, sprawling onto the damp earth, the impact stealing the last vestiges of his breath. Through blurry eyes, he saw a flash of movement – a flicker of crimson amongst the emerald foliage. Panic, raw and primal, surged through him. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the searing pain in his ankle, and bolted forward once more, a desperate whimper escaping his cracked lips.
Then, silence. An unnatural silence that pressed down on him, heavier than the weight of the entire forest. He stopped, his chest heaving, his ears straining for any sound, any sign of pursuit. Slowly, a sliver of hope, fragile as a spider's web, began to form. Maybe he'd lost them. Maybe...
A twig snapped.
The sound, so innocuous in itself, detonated the fragile dam of his sanity. A strangled scream ripped from his throat as he whirled around, searching for the source of the noise. But there was nothing. Just the endless rows of trees, their silence now a mocking chorus.
His mind, frayed to its breaking point, began to weave its own horrors. Shapes shifted in the undergrowth, faces contorted in silent screams appeared in the bark of the trees. He stumbled backwards, his foot catching on a hidden root, sending him crashing down again.
Tears streamed down his face, hot and salty. He was lost, alone, and utterly at the mercy of whatever entity stalked him in the woods. A whimper escaped his lips, morphing into a broken sob. He was finished.
A soft chuckle, like wind chimes tinkling in a graveyard, echoed through the trees. It was then, in that moment of abject terror, that Ernst truly understood the horrifying truth. He wasn't just being chased. He was being played with.
The laughter grew louder, a chilling melody that danced around him, impossible to pinpoint. It was a sound devoid of humor, filled with a cruel amusement that sent shivers down his spine despite the summer heat. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself invisible, his mind conjuring nightmarish images of the unseen pursuer.
Suddenly, a single word sliced through the oppressive silence. It wasn't spoken, but rather whispered on the wind, a chilling tendril of sound that burrowed into his mind.
"Liar."
The accusation echoed in the emptiness, each repetition amplifying the fear gnawing at his sanity. Ernst whimpered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He wanted to beg for forgiveness, to plead for mercy, but his voice was trapped somewhere deep within his terror-stricken body.
Then, a cold hand gripped his shoulder. A scream, strangled and primal, ripped from his throat as he lurched forward, scrambling away from the unseen touch. He dared not open his eyes, the fear of what he might see a far greater torment than the unseen.
"Running won't save you," the voice whispered again, slithering into his ear, this time laced with a hint of amusement. "You started this game, Ernst. Now, you get to play."
The forest faded to black, the chilling laughter echoing in the void. Whether Ernst found solace in the oblivion or faced a fate far worse was a question left unanswered in the silent woods. A wave of dizziness washed over him, the forest floor rushing up to meet him.
"Hello, Ernst..."
A choked sob escaped his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a single thought pulsed through his mind – a horrific realization, that voice, a chilling confirmation of his worst fear.
This wasn't some unseen entity; this was the very man he'd lied about, the one he'd painted as a mythical monster. He dared to peek through one eye, a sliver of terror widening to a chasm of disbelief.
There he stood, Lincoln, clad in weathered leather armor, its simple design betraying a focus on practicality over ornamentation. A worn leather cloak hung from his shoulders, the fabric darkened by years of travel and hardship. Steel plates reinforced his chest and shoulders, offering a shield against potential blows. But it wasn't his imposing stature or the way he held his sword that sent a fresh wave of terror crashing over Ernst. It was the sword itself.
The once gleaming blade pulsed with an unnatural purple light, emanating a thick, viscous mist that clung to its surface like a living entity. The mist writhed and twisted, whispering with a thousand voices, a chorus of tormented screams that clawed at Ernst's sanity.
His mind, already shattered, fractured further. Was this the magic he'd scoffed at? The secret power he'd mocked in his tavern tales? The air crackled with raw energy, the very forest holding its breath in anticipation.
Lincoln: You seem lost, Ernst (his voice deeper than any tremor, laced with a chilling amusement). Did you get turned around on your little adventure?
Ernst: N-no, (a pathetic croak escaping his parched throat). I... I was just… (he stammered, his body trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane).
Lincoln didn't wait for an answer. He raised his sword, the purple mist swirling and coalescing into a menacing shape – a monstrous serpent formed from pure energy, its eyes glowing with the same unnatural light.
Lincoln: Perhaps, (his voice low and dangerous), you'd like to experience some of that excitement you were so eager to spread rumors about.
The serpent shrieked, a sound that vibrated through Ernst's very bones. He scrambled back, his back hitting a gnarled tree trunk. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He was trapped, a fly caught in the web of his own deceit.
As the monstrous serpent lunged, the purple mist engulfing Ernst's vision, a horrifying realization dawned. This wasn't just punishment. It was a lesson, a brutal display of the power he'd so flippantly dismissed. And in that moment, as the screams of the serpent filled his ears, Ernst's scream, a high-pitched shriek that shattered the eerie silence of the woods, was abruptly cut short as the serpent of purple mist slammed into him.
He convulsed on the forest floor, his body writhing in agony as the mist seeped into his skin, his screams dissolving into gurgling moans. Lincoln watched, his face a mask of stoicism, but his eyes, devoid of any light or emotion, betrayed nothing. They were empty voids, reflecting only the torment he inflicted on the writhing figure before him.
As Ernst's struggles grew weaker, the mist slowly dissipated, leaving behind a broken, whimpering shell of a man – a stark reminder of the consequences of loose lips and the terrifying power that lurked beneath the surface of seemingly ordinary people.
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I forgot to post this chapter along with Chapter 6. Once again, be advised that the post for the next chapter is longer. By the way, in this chapter, this is the reason why Ernst is terrified towards Lincoln in Chapter 5.
Chapter 8: Meet Laika, the Dragon
Summary:
A Dragon appeared on their home. What shall they do?
Notes:
Apologies for being late, but I have return from Hiatus, and here my latest chapter of the day.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
( THE HIGHLANDS, COTTAGE )
“I AM A DRAGON, THE STRONGEST OF ALL MOSNTER IN THE PROVINCE OF MANTERRE!! IT IS SAID THAT I, LAIKA, AM THE STRONGEST AMONG DRAGONS!!”
Lincoln: …So (he muttered, the word heavy with resignation), what’s brings you here, ma’am?
Laika: I recently received word that the most powerful witch and a strongest swordsman lives here.
Azusa: …Don’t tell me…
Lincoln: (whisper) Please don’t say it.
Azusa: …you’re here to test your strength…?
Laika: Oh, that saves time.
Lincoln: Damn it, you said it!
Azusa: How far has this rumor spread!? (thought as she covered her face in shame) It hasn’t been long since I defeated those adventurers and exposed my true strength! On top f that (looks up to the dragon), no one asked me to defeat a dragon － The dragon came straight to me instead. Lincoln, was right I should’ve lie about what have happened.
( A “BRIEF” BACKSTORY TIME )
When Azusa heads into the village to the Clear Eagle restaurant and orders a rice omelette and beef bowl. When finished with her meal, the waitress at the restaurant asks if the rumor about her being max level. Doing a spit take, Azusa then asks the waitress where she heard the rumor, to which, she answers the local kids were talking about it. From there, Azusa visits the Adventurer's Guild and asks Natalie if she told anyone about her being max level. Natalie assures Azusa that she didn't, however, she recalls a man named Ernst being in the guild during the revelation and because of his loose mouth reputation, told others about it. To counter act her predicament, Azusa has Natalie spread a rumor that contradicts her being max level. Although Natalie is against it, she agrees to do it in respect of Azusa's reasons behind it. She also states that in terms of strength Azusa would be an S Rank adventurer and would want to report it to Guild HQ, but before Azusa can dissuades Natalie to do so, the Guild’s doors burst open there was Lincoln holding in his hand is Ernst himself, beyond recognition as he’s “injured”.
Lincoln threaten Natalie to answer his question about the rumor, he didn’t believe at first till he saw Azusa, pleading to stop as poor Natalie is in fear. Lincoln did, he spared and apologize Natalie, which calms the poor girl down, but Ernst wasn’t lucky, he proceed to drag Ernst out as he beg for help and mercy.
Eventually, the villagers who heard about Lincoln and Azusa's level disregarded it. All seemed quiet once again for the two of them until a quartet of adventurers visit their home and request to test their abilities. Acting coy, Azusa denies the rumor of her being max level and is but a humble Witch who makes her living as an apothecary, while Lincoln acts along as a humble swordsman for hired, married to his wife.
However, the mage of the adventurers points out her overwhelming mana and Lincoln’s terrifying aura. Azusa then asks what reason they'd have to want to fight them and the leader of the group answers they wish to be stronger. Shocked by this revelation, Azusa notes that their home isn't a dojo and then Lincoln tries to dissuade the group from fighting by giving them a falsified story. The group buys it, but details they'll be many other adventurers would come to her in the future whom are attracted to her reputation. In light of this, Azusa agrees to face off against the group, but only once and on the condition that they spread a false counter intuitive rumor about her strength, Lincoln tries to persuade her not to, but her mind is already set.
Drawing a large circle around the plateau, Azusa sets the rules that if she steps out of the circle its her loss and vice versa for them, Lincoln’s tells Azusa to go easy on them and don’t go overpower. Once the condition was set, the mage goes first and cast the wind magic Tornado, so Azusa casts the same spell only "Weaker". Sadly, the spell Azusa cast was too powerful, which scares away the adventurers, and to her the villagers witnessed the entire fight and praise Azusa's accomplishment, Lincoln’s scolded for carelessly showing off her powerful and warn about the potential consequences, telling her that she should’ve refuse and this would never happen. Azusa brush him aside and said that he’s being overreacting. Soon after their meeting with the quartet of adventurers, a Dragon, 35m (115ft) long and have a wingspan of 42m (138ft) visits their home, which brings us up to this moment, and asks them if they’re the rumored Strongest Witch and Swordsman.
( END OF “BRIEF” BACKSTORY TIME )
Lincoln: I TOLD you not to challenge them, DIDN'T I?! (high-pitched, frustrated yelp) But noooo... (sarcastic, drawn-out) you juuuust do it anywayyyy. (frustrated, dropping voice slightly) Now look what it GETS usss!
Azusa: Ugh… I’m sorry…
Lincoln: I can’t believe it manage to reach an ear of the dragons. (looks up) especially this one
Laika: What is it to you, dwarf?
Lincoln: (dramatically offended gasp) EEEEXCUSE ME?! (high-pitched squeak) Me?! Dwarf?!
Laika: (scoff) Who else am I talking to?
Lincoln: How dare you?! (points finger to her, high-pitched squeak) Calling ME, a DWARF?! (then said in disgust) You, an oversize four-legged lizard.
Laika: LIZARD?! (voice roared in anger) ME?!
Lincoln: (scoff) “Who else am I talking to?” (in a mocking voice)
Laika: (growl, roared) You better careful and listen to what you say here, yo－
Lincoln: NO! You listen here, you overweight lizard!! (stand up straight, puffing chest) I may be vertically challenged, but that doesn’t give the right to call ME a DWARF!!
Laika: (stumps her front-left feet) Do YOU have a Death wish, Dwarf?!
Lincoln: (rolls up his sleeve) OOOOH, I WISH to see you try. (walks to her) I bet I can beat your ass with a repellent spray!!
Laika: R-REPELLENT SPRAY?! (stands on her hide legs) That’s it!! Let’s fight, right here, right now.
Lincoln: (southpaw boxing stance) Bring it on, Gecko!!
Azusa: Enough!! (shouts as she stands between them) Look, we don’t want to be known as the strongest or anything. We’ll even let you have it.
Laika: You think I can settle for something like that?
Lincoln: Then what the hell you want? A trophy?
Laika: Fight me so we can make it crystal clear. Otherwise, I’ll go on a rampage.
Azusa: A rampage…!?
Lincoln: (scoff, then muttered) Guess dragons are a bunch of spoiled brats.
Azusa: (sighs) Fine. Let’s move away from here. I don’t want our house to get broken.
Lincoln: Oh, can I-
Azusa: Absolutely not, (stern look at him) ever since that “incident” at the guild, especially the aftermath. Nearly half of the Guild-members pass out from fear while the others are traumatize. I don’t want another innocent soul to be close to death because of you.
Lincoln: (scoff) Please, that bastard deserve it. That mouth of his wouldn’t give him trouble if weren’t so loose.
Azusa: That poor man had his license revoke by the guild, because they feared you’ll do it again, and is admitted to a mental ward because of what you did to him after you left with him.
Lincoln: …I have no regret.
Laika: Dare to ignore me, you-
Azusa: What did you do to him, anyway? Every time he look at a forest, he always your name and mercy.
Lincoln:…………no comment.
Azusa: (groans, walks inside) …I just going to ignore and change my clothes.
Lincoln: But I like just the way yo－
Azusa: Don’t get sassy with me, Lincoln.
Laika: Don’t ignore me!!
Lincoln: SHUT UP!!!
After she prepares herself and once she does, the two take to the sky and start their fight. Laika starts things off with her flame breath and Azusa counters with with a Blizzard. Complimenting Azusa's magic, and Lincoln constant cheering and throwing insults to Laika, she tries to strike Azusa with her claw, but misses and sequentially uses her flame breath attack again only for it to be once again extinguished by Azusa's Blizzard.
With her mouth now frozen, Laika runs around the plateau until, despite Lincoln desperate attempt to stop her, she crashes into the house destroying the back right side of it. Furious, Lincoln knocks Laika backward with a single punch, with so much strength that a sound of a broken jaw can heard, Azusa manages to stop him before he could do more damage or he’ll kill the dragon by… “accident”.
Azusa heals the broken jaw and demands that Laika pay for the damages she made... or else she let Lincoln continue to fight her, clearly shows his mouth filled with foam, teeth bare, and face colored with anger. Overwhelmed with fear Laika agrees to pay for the damages and flies away to her den to fetch the repair costs.
( THE HIGHLANDS, FLATTA VILLAGE’S INN )
Azusa: Oooh!
With their home a wreck, they decided, Azusa says otherwise, to stay in the Flatta village and they’re given a VIP room at the local inn. The VIP room, known locally as the Lord's Chamber, was a testament to the innkeeper's ambition and a nod to the village's hopes for a visit from nobility.
It was the largest room in the inn, its rough-hewn wooden walls adorned with faded tapestries depicting mythical beasts and heroic deeds. A crackling hearth dominated one wall, its iron grate promising warmth against the chill of the night.
The bed was a luxurious affair, its canopy draped with rich velvet that was probably once a noble's discarded cloak. Soft furs covered the mattress, a rare indulgence in a land where most slept on straw. A small, round table stood near a window, its surface scarred by countless games of dice.
The room was furnished with a sturdy oak wardrobe and a matching chest, both adorned with intricate carvings. A plush armchair, its leather worn but still supple, sat in a corner, offering a comfortable place to relax. The room was dimly lit by candles in wrought iron holders, casting dancing shadows on the walls. A heavy oak door, reinforced with iron bands, provided a sense of security.
Azusa: Just a regular room would be fine… (said as she look at the Innkeeper) This is for important people isn’t it…?
Innkeeper: Nonsense! (she reassured her) It might even be too small for you two, Great Witch!
Azusa: It’s plenty big!
SNIFF… SNIFF… WHINE…
Both look at Lincoln, laid flat on the floor as tears form a puddle, cried over the pain he saw.
Lincoln: Damn, Lizard… (sniff) Should’ve kill her and sold her corpse to the highest bidder… (his voice strained in emotion)
Innkeeper: Is he alright? (voice in concern)
Azusa: Well… (laugh awkwardly as she said) He’s a very emotional man. Let just leave him be.
Lincoln: That damn Lizard better bring that money for reparation. Else, she’ll be a marinaded meat, barbecue till medium rare and then－
Azusa: Lincoln, enough. (said dryly) You’re making me hungry with your bloodlust. Also “she”?
Lincoln: (sniff) The Male have whiskers…
Azusa: Oh.
( WATER FOUNTAIN, FLATTA VILLAGE’S CENTER )
Azusa: Hmm… (she pick up a fruit) I guess it wouldn’t hurt to accept others’ kindness once in a while. (she took a bite of the fruit) The second it got out that we’re the strongest adventurers came, a dragon came to challenge us and the villagers are even more respectful to us.
Lincoln: Actually…(wipes the tears) they always been respectful to us, but you’re right. (looks around) A lot of things won’t be same, (looks at her) heck even the village is different from how it used to be too.
Azusa: (giggles) Yeah, there’s more people, and it’s livelier.
“Oh, Great Witch!”
A young girl with sun-kissed skin and a mop of fiery red hair, approached the them, her eyes filled with gratitude. She was dressed in a simple outfit, a worn, brown dress, a patched apron, and sturdy leather sandals. In her hands, she held a woven basket overflowing with a variety of cheeses.
“Please take this.”
Lincoln: Whoa, (takes the basket) that’s a lot of cheese.
Azusa: Wait, are you sure? It’s too much.
“Your medicine save my life when I was a child, Great Witch. It’s not much in return, (smile) but please take it”
Azusa: (smile) Thank you.
“There are many people like me in the village. The child mortality rate has fallen drastically, because you make such precious medicine for us. (said as she look at the view, then face back at her) It’s all thanks to you, Great Witch, that we’ve grown so much.”
“And Grand Master Swordsman…”
Lincoln: Yes?
“I want to thank you for saving my Great-Grandfather’s life.”
Lincoln: Great-Grandfather?
“Yes, my dad told me the story about my great-grandfather from him, he said you save him when a group of bandits ambush the caravel they were guarding. You were one of the assigned group, right?”
Lincoln: Group of ban－wait a minute! You mean Alfred?!
“Yes!”
Lincoln: Oh man, (as he laughs then said) I never thought I’ll meet one Alfred’s grand kids. How’s is he? Is he still the same arrogant boy I knew before?
Azusa: Lincoln!!
Lincoln: (chuckles) Sorry, so how is he?
“He…passed away. Almost three years now”
Lincoln: O-Oh… I-I’m sorry I didn’t know.
“It’s alright, he always wanted to give you thanks for saving but his body is too weak to do that. I hope you like the gift, they’re freshly made from our farm.”
Lincoln: (looks at the gift) Thanks, kid. (looks at her) I am grateful for it.
( FEW MOMENTS LATER )
Azusa: We’ve change things, huh…? Even though we haven’t changed much.
Lincoln: Yeah. I mean… It’s not like we’ve gone out of our way to change. Sure our level went up on it’s own, but… (sighs) I don’t know…
Azusa: …
Lincoln: (looks at her) Azusa?
Azusa: I guess I’ve always been like that. During my corporate slave period, I never tried to change, and work followed me everywhere…
Lincoln: (concern) Do you want to talk about it?
Azusa: Would things have been different if I tried… Wait, that’s also exactly why I’m here now! Nghhhh…
Lincoln: Oh God. (stiff) Why did I walk up to this place?
Azusa stops and sees the tavern. An idea pops up her head.
Azusa: Hey, Lincoln. We should-
Lincoln: No.
Azusa: Huh?!
Lincoln: First of all, those drinks I’ve been making has less alcohol content than they have here, although I’m still surprise on how to make one. Secondly, remember 50 years ago.
Azusa: I know, but come on. We’ve been together for 300 years and only drink once, is it bad to loosen up a bit.
Lincoln: (groan, pinch the bridge of his nose) Fine. But remember enforce self-restrain. No more than two drinks, am I clear?
( INSIDE THE TAVERN )
~Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
And we'll all hang on behind~
Lincoln: Come on, laddies. (raise the tankard in the air) Sing with me!!
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind~
Azusa: Well, this is unexpected…
Barmaid: I know, right. I didn’t know he can sing.
Lincoln: ~Oh, we'd be alright if we make it round The Horn
Patrons w/Lincoln: ~We'd be alright if we make it round The Horn
We'd be alright if we make it round The Horn
And we'll all hang on behind~
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind~
Barkeep: (wholehearted laugh) Ain’t he a lively bunch, eh?
Azusa: (embarrassed) I’m so sorry about this…
Barkeep: (grin) Don’t be, Great Witch. This place haven’t been this lively since it was founded by my great-great-great-granddad. (wholehearted laugh again)
Lincoln: ~Well a night watch below wouldn't do us any harm
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~Well a night watch below wouldn't do us any harm
Well a night watch below wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind~
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind~
Azusa: (to the Barmaid) How much beer did he take?
Barmaid: That his Ninth drink.
Azusa: Oh….Dear…
Lincoln: ~Well, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~Well, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
Well, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind~
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind~
Lincoln: ~Well, a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm
Patrons w/Lincoln: ~Well, a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm
Well, a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind~
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind~
Lincoln: ~And we'll roll the old chariot along
Patrons: ~We'll roll the old chariot along
Lincoln: ~We'll roll the old chariot along~
Patrons w/ Lincoln: ~And we'll all hang on behind~
Crowds cheers as Lincoln finish the song with the others, he bow, stands up and drinks his ninth tankard full of beer.
Lincoln: Oy, lassy. Bring me another!
Barmaid: Coming right up!
Azusa: Of course, I know this would happen. But this is just… (sighs, drinks her beer, then) Aaaah, That’s the stuff! This is heaven compared to the past.
Patron 1: We’re in heaven too, with you protecting us, Great Witch!
Patron 2: Yeah, Great Sword Master even chased off a dragon earlier today!
Azusa: Oh, they saw that…
Lincoln: That lizard… (hic!) had it… com- (hic!) coming… (takes another swing of the beer, then burps) Another!!
Azusa: Lincoln! That’s enough.
Patron 3: (whole-hearty laugh) There’s no better village than Flatta!
Lincoln: Hear, hear!!!
Patron 1: By the way, (points the tankard to Lincoln) Nelson’s (hic) Blood?
Lincoln: That… mi wee (hic) friend is what we called a sailor’s (hic) medicine. Eeeevvvery sailors has at least (hic) one.
Patron 3: And what’s it (hic) called? Is it a potion?
Lincoln: Nope! (drinks the beer, then slams the tankard on the table, and in a deep voice) IT’S RUM!! (laughs with the crowds)
Azusa: Okay, Lincoln. (stands up) Let’s go.
Lincoln: Hey! (weakly slaps her hand away) No! (stands away) If I say I’m not finish, then I’m not fi- (falls downs with loud thud and snores)
Azusa: (sighs) Alright, (lift Lincoln over her shoulder) let’s go.
Patron 2: (laughs) Goodbye, you two.
Patron 1: Don’t forget to wear protect now.
Azusa: (blush) Wha- Hey!!
Entire tavern laughs at them as Asuza hurriedly walks away with Lincoln, glad that he didn’t hear that.
She finally arrive at the inn and place Lincoln on the bed. She went to her side of the bed.
Azusa: Aaah, what a great night. It wouldn’t hurt to interact with other people more often. (sighs) I love this village.
Lincoln: Lucy… stop doing…that
Azusa: Huh? (look at Lincoln)
Lincoln: (snore) You two… stop fighting…
Azusa: Lincoln? Are you awake?
Lincoln: (smile) Hey, Lily. (hugs a pillows) hows my baby sis….(snore)
Azusa: Oh. He’s just sleep talking…that’s new.
Suddenly, his face is contorted in pain. Sweat beads on his forehead. He mumbles incoherently, his voice barely audible.
Lincoln: (muttering) Please, no... stop... it hurts!
Azusa: L-Lincoln?!
His eyes remain closed, but his body continues to writhe. Tears stream down his face. He clutches at his pillow, as if trying to ward off something unseen. A faint sob escapes his lips.
Lincoln: (whispering) It’s not my fault… I-I wasn’t there… please go away…
Azusa rushes to his side, and turns Lincoln, towards her as she wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly.
Azusa: (softly) Lincoln, it's okay. You're safe. I'm here.
Lincoln clings to her, his sobs muffled by her embrace. She strokes his hair, whispering comforting words.
Azusa: (whispering) It's just a nightmare. It's not real. I'm here with you.
After a few moments, Alex's breathing begins to steady. He calms down, his body relaxing.
Lincoln: (weakly) Thank…you…
Azusa continues to hold him, her presence a source of comfort and security.
( MORNING )
Lincoln: (groans in pain) Please… kill… me…
Azusa: (giggle) Didn’t you say something about self-retrain? Also about no more than two?
Lincoln: (groans and slams his head twice)……I hate you…
Azusa: Aw, I love you too.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Innkeeper: Pardon me for interrupting, Great Witch, Grand Master Swordsman
Lincoln: Just… call me Lincoln, dear.
Azusa: Same goes for me.
Innkeeper: Oh, if you say so. (looks to Azusa) Miss Azusa, there’s someone here who’s come to see you…
Azusa: Me?
Lincoln: Just… go… I-I’ll… stay…
Azusa: Who could it be? (groans) Don’t tell me someone came all the way here to fight me?
Azusa opens the door to another room, and saw a short and youthful girl, almost appearing childlike, sits on a chair. She has chin length ginger hair in a bob cut with two black horns jetting backwards out either side of her head and also rose hip colored eyes.
She wears an ensemble consisting of a white puff shoulder bell sleeve blouse with a standing collar tied with a black ribbon in addition to two more tied under the shoulder puffs. A pair of black chevrons and a series of ovals adorn the sleeves.
On top of that, she wears a double breasted apron dress, cut down the middle from her abdomen revealing a white petticoat, complemented by a black corset-like garment. Lastly, she wears solid black tights or stockings and red bulldog toe boots with an orange saddle and collar.
Azusa: Uh…?
???: Oh…! (stands up and bow) I’m terribly sorry for causing you and your partner trouble yesterday.
Azusa: …Y-Yesterday…? (thoughts about) Have we meet before? (embarrassed) What exactly…?
???: Oh, I transform, so perhaps you don’t recognize me. (smile) I’m from the dragon from yesterday, Laika.
Azusa: W-WHAT!!?
( LATER )
Lincoln: Absolutely not.
Azusa: Come on, Lincoln. Can you at least forgive her?
Lincoln: Our house is destroyed. (cross arms) Do you really think I can just forgive her because she’s your apprentice?
Azusa: …Yes.
Lincoln: (scoff) Please…
Laika: Excuse me, (as she raise her hand) I can build a new one…
Lincoln: ………Excuse?
Azusa: Wait, you’re a carpenter?
Laika: Brick and other elaborate buildings require special skills so I was planning on using only wood for the house. Is that all right, Lady Azusa?
Azusa: Really? I didn’t know dragons could do things like this…
Laika: Of course, (smile) from dragon’s point of view, human buildings look like building blocks.
Azusa: I-Is that so…? (looks at Lincoln with a grin) So… Lincoln, what do you say?
Lincoln: (breathe in… and out) Why should I forgive… (points to Laika) you?
Laika: (sweating) Uh… because… I can?
Lincoln: (frown) What?
Laika: Well, uh… I-I mean… (awkward smile) can you do it?
Lincoln: ………………Okay, I forgive you. (then he leaves)
Laika: …It actually work?
Azusa: (smile) Lincoln is weak to carpentry.
Laika: Oh.
Afterwards, Laika does the carpentry work and does it all by herself using only lumber, because Lincoln’s weakness is carpentry. Working assiduously throughout the day.
( NIGHT )
Azusa: (yawn) Oh shoot.
Lincoln: (yawns, turn on his side) Five more minutes…
Azusa: (groans and rubs her eye) Can’t believe I fell asleep while my apprentice was working…
Azusa stands up walks up to Laika, she’s currently on a ladder with a wooden beam
Azusa: Laika! Why don’t we call it a day now? Let’s relax in the village. I’ll find you a place there too. We can even introduce you to the villagers at the same time. They need to know you live here now.
Laika: (smile at her) I am not yet tired. Please go ahead and rest. (climbs down) I’ll keep going.
Azusa: (stun) Wait… No, you can’t…
Laika: Don’t need to worry, dragons have excellent night vision. If I work all night, I’ll be finish by tomorrow.
Azusa walks up to her, claps her face with both hands.
Azusa: I said no!
Laika: Wha……? Have I made some sort of error…?
Azusa: You said you were going to work all night, didn’t you…?
Laika: I… was hoping to show you how hard I was working, Lady Azusa
Azusa: It’s not okay to say you’re working hard all the time like it’s a good thing.
Laika: Lady Azusa…
Azusa: Look, (face the horizon) the sun is setting. It gets dark at night, because the world is telling us it’s time to stop for the day. (looks at her) We didn’t get strong by pushing ourselves. I’m not sure how Lincoln does it most of the time, but all I did was live a moderate lifestyle. (smile) Now that you’re my apprentice, you need to follow these rules too.
“She’s right, you know.”
Both look and saw Lincoln standing there.
Lincoln: Who says you should push yourself to impress someone? Who says you to needlessly work hard, over and over until it became your natural state. And for what? Nothing! All of that for Nothing!!
Laika: Well, if I just-
Lincoln: “-try hard enough, things will work out.”, or do you mean “If I work overnight, I can make for it.”
Azusa: (overwhelmed) Lincoln…
Lincoln: You might not understand it yet, because you’re a dragon and live longer. But me and Azusa were regular human before we transcends to renowned immortals you know today. But that doesn’t change us who we are, we’re still the same person long before you even set foot on our doorstop.
Laika: But, I-
Lincoln: Listen, I know that you want to show how hardworking you can be, but that’s not how this works. Choose wisely, Fate makes you a path but only you decides which one you take.
Laika: I-I see… (felt a hand on her shoulder) Lady Azusa…?
Azusa: (reassured smile) If you ever think something’s too much for you, tell me, okay?
Laika: (quiver, small tears in her eyes) My heart aches at your consideration for your apprentice, Lady Azusa…
Riding on Laika's back in her dragon form, the three reenter the village and Azusa introduces Laika to the villagers who immediately accept her, although Lincoln seems suspicious about how quickly they accept. But he’ll let slide for now. Back the their room in the inn, Laika voices her relief to how easily the villagers accepted her and believing it to be because of Lincoln and Azusa's influence. On the other hand, Azusa denies it claiming it's because Laika greeted the villagers properly while Lincoln says they have no choice as they feared she might go on a rampage and destroy the village, before he’s swiftly smack in the head by Azusa for being rude.
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I am terribly sorry for not updating. I was having writing because of stress and too much to do in my life. If your curious, yes the song is "Roll the Old Chariot" cause that's only thing I can think of. Also, yes again might take longer to post another chapter. I am, once again, terribly sorry.
Chapter 9: Few Days Later
Summary:
A continuation of "Meet Laika, the Dragon"
Chapter Text
DESCLAIMER: “Loud House” is owned by Nickelodeon and “Slime Taoshite 300-nen” is written by Kisetsu Morita and Illustrated by Benio. All properties and references involved rightfully belong to their respective owners.
( CLEAR EAGLE )
Azusa: Truly, thank you so much! It’s not much, but in celebration of the expansion…
Lincoln: We feast!
The following day, the two ladies, minus Lincoln due to his weakness, continue their work on their home and later that day its completed. Investigating the fruits of their labor, Azusa states how they could open a café in the wide large space in the addition, Lincoln states that it’s also big enough for a Dojo and like the new kitchen. Also, due to the large number of rooms added more disciples can be accepted, although she never intends to, same thing for Lincoln. Afterward, at the Clear Eagle, the two enjoy a celebratory meal together.
Laika: May I… eat all of this?
Azusa: Of course. But it’s probably not enough for a dragon, is it?
Laika: Oh…well, as long as I eat a human’s portion. That should give me enough nutrients to survive.
Lincoln: That’s efficient… wait isn’t that mean you’re eating too moderately?
Azusa: (slams the table) Don’t ever do that!!
Lincoln: (jump scared) Oh sweet, Lady Goddess!!
Azusa: Eat as much as you want, you hear!
Laika: O-Okay...
( NEW HOUSE ON THE HIGHLAND )
Azusa: Lincoln, is it true you paid the owner to change the name because you didn’t like the word “Savvy”?
Lincoln: Yes.
Azusa: Why?
Lincoln: Can’t tell you, but soon I will.
Azusa: Fine. (looks to Laika) By the way, something was bothering you when we went to the village.
Laika: So you notice, Lady Azusa.
Azusa: I was curious about it, but you were working. Can you tell me?
Lincoln: I’m also curious about it too.
Laika: I suppose it is something I should tell you straightaway. It’s about the village.
Lincoln: The village? What about it?
Laika: Its magical defenses are extremely weak. If there's an evil mage there, it will engulf in a sea of flames in an instant.
Azusa: But, if you're using that as an example, isn't it the same everywhere else?
Laika: It not just that. The village doesn't have any precaution for attacks on land either. (panic) If a swarm of large monsters rampaged over the land, they would not stand a chance. Even a couple hundred drunken adventurers who got carried away could take over.
Azusa: Does that happen!? Aren’t you being paranoid!?
Lincoln: Can you blame her? Word of our strength has only started spreading recently. It is possible some idiot will appear and take the village hostage to try to defeat us.
Laika: Perhaps it is proof of peace that you are indifferent to these things, but there is no guarantee the village will stay peaceful.
Azusa: When you put like that… (hums) but what can we do about it? We can’t keep watch 24/7 and we can’t just move everyone…
Lincoln: Even if we do, there’s a high risk of casualty along the way and that’s just for a group of people.
Azusa: How about gathering all adventurers to arms, it’s still not enough?
Lincoln: Not even close, and the risk is too high to even consider their survival in a hostile environment. I highly doubt they can handle it.
Laika: I believe there are measures we can take.
Azusa: Really?
Laika: Yes. You told me all of the spells you can use yesterday. Among them was one called “Spell Creation”. Let us use that spell to create a barrier spell of our own and place it around the village.
Azusa: Make our own barrier!
Lincoln: huh…Never thought of that…
Azusa: It’s that easy?
Laika: No! To say it’s easy－!? “Spell Creation” itself is incredibly high-level! It is magic you can do because of who you are, Lady Azusa.
Azusa: Laika, You’re Incredible. (said amazement then smile) My apprentice is teaching so much.
Laika: Wh-What are you talking about!? (blush) I-I’m not－!
Lincoln: Jeez, is this the first time you receive compliment?
Laika: M-More importantly, what sort of barrier shall we create…!?
Lincoln: Can you not ignore!?
Azusa: (chuckles) Laika, you’re blushing!
( THE NEXT DAY )
A magic formation is drawn with the help of Laika.
Azusa: I’ve never drawn a magic circle before.
Laika: Temporary spells do not need magic circles and occasionally do not need incantations. (finish the circle) This is securer if you want something with long-term effects.
Azusa: Is that so?
Lincoln: You dragons sure know a lot about magic.
Laika: It’d be a waste to spend three hundred years of lazing around. I studied even magic I had no use just so I could better myself.
Azusa: What a snob…
Lincoln: She sounds like…her...
Laika: Then let us create the barrier we agreed upon yesterday
Azusa begins to give two effects on the barrier. First, a defense mechanism against attack spells. And one more effect to make it an original standard barrier.
Azusa: Those with wicked hearts, intend on sullying this village, may you be ensnared by these nets of unseen ropes and have your freedom taken from you
Once the process is finished, Azusa casts the barrier around the village.
Azusa: I hope that’s okay.
Laika: Yes. I can confirm its effects flew to the village.
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Laika: Defenses are tough because you can’t know their full effects until the moment they’re used…
Lincoln: Well, I think it’s best that nothing happened.
Azusa: Since it will be a while for something to happen. Let’s get back to our new house.
Lincoln: (yawn) I agree…
( THAT NIGHT… )
Azusa: …I felt something in my bones, so we came…
Laika: To see results the day you cast it is impeccable timing.
Upon arriving at the village, a would be thief was magically constrained.
Lincoln: Anticlimactic… it's the only thing I can think of.
Thief: Dammit! I was gonna steal something from the tavern and make my getaway at night.
Lincoln: Oh look, it’s the village chief.
Village Chief: Great Witch! Grand Master! What is this!?
Lincoln: Nothing much, Azusa just made a barrier around the village. (points at the thief) and this is the result.
Village Chief:……… (tears form in his eyes) W-What a barrier…!
Lincoln: (startled by his crying) Wow, he’s crying a lot…
Village Chief: The village’s security was a problem on the agenda for 500 years.
Lincoln: it’s been a problem for 500 years!?
Village Chief: At last, the everlasting problem is finally solved!
Lincoln: Hold on! Why has no one told us that it’s been a problem for 500 years!?
Village Chief: Everyone, listen! Thanks to the Great Witch, this village will become more peaceful and safer than ever before!
Lincoln: Don’t change the subject while ignoring my question!!
Azusa: Village Chief, you don’t need… (as she’s blushing) If you want to praise someone… (softly pushes Laika) Please give all the credit top Laika.
Laika: W-What!?
Lincoln: Is me being ignore becoming a running gag!?
Azusa: The one who came up with the barrier was dragon disciple, Laika
Laika: N-No… At the end of the day, the one who made the barrier was Lady Azusa. I didn’t do anything…
Village Man 1: Dragon, Are you the same dragon that Great Witch defeated the other day?
Azusa: That’s right. Laika became my disciple a few days ago. (as she smile) She’s really considerate and cute kid, so please spoil her.
Lincoln: But don’t spoil her too much or she’ll becomes a useless brat. (laughs but Azusa hit his head) Ow, what was that for!?
Azusa: Lincoln. Be nice or you’ll be sleeping on the floor.
Lincoln: Okay, I’m sorry. (rubs his head) Jeez, my head’s ringing and in pain.
Laika: I’m Laika. (she bows her head) Pleased to meet you!
Villager Man 2: As I thought, the disciple of the Great Witch is on a different level!
Village Girl: We can feel safe now that there’s a good dragon on side!
Village Boy: Yeah, a dragon with a kind heart has the strength of a hundred!
Lincoln: (sad) Does anybody even know that I can also protect this village, right?
Azusa: (smile, puts her hand on his shoulder) I’m sure they know, Lincoln.
Lincoln: (sigh)……You know what, I think they’ll remember me better with a different name.
Azusa: Like what?
Lincoln: Like… “Godfather”.
Azusa: Absolutely not.
Lincoln: Aw… why not?
Azusa: I’ve seen it, so no.
Lincoln: But-
Azusa: No!
Soon after, the news of the Flatta Village protected by a Witch's barrier and her Dragon disciple started to spread. However, the term “Godfather” has became synonymous to being powerful, all thanks to a villager overheard Lincoln’s conversation with Azusa. But that a story for another time.
( THE NEXT DAY )
Somewhere on the highlands, group of slimes surround and tries to attack Azusa, but she quickly defeated them with a quick flick of her finger. Then they glow bright, a magic stones drop in their place.
Laika: That’s amazing! You were so fast, I could hardly see!
Azusa: Well, we’ve been killing slimes for 300 years, after all.
Lincoln: Yeah, but you do it more frequently than I do. Most of the time, I’ve been busy doing bodyguard duty as an escort. But I stop about a year ago.
Azusa: (picks up the stones) Ten years, actually.
Lincoln: Wait, really?
Azusa: Yep.
Laika: By the way, Lady Azusa. How many times do you kill slimes everyday so that you can become that strong?
Azusa: Let’s see… 25? But I have an effect that doubles my gained experience, so the actual result is around 50.
Lincoln: Same goes for me.
Laika: I didn’t expect it to be that easy…
Lincoln: Why’s that?
Laika: I thought you were doing it until you bathe in blood…
Azusa: Laika, you should throw away that way of thinking.
Laika: Why?
Lincoln: Well, first of, you make us sound like we’re thirst for blood and carnage. Like a soulless creature made for destruction and terror.
Azusa: And because working until you bathe in blood means you’re working to be seen by others. When you say that, I’m sure it’s because Laika wants to brag about it to others.
Laika: N-Now that you mention it…
Azusa: Anyway, do it steadily everyday. That way, it’s easier for you to keep on doing it, and you’ll level up by itself.
Laika: (amaze) What a meaningful saying! I’ll improve myself so that one day, I can reach the same state of mind as you, Lady Azusa.
Azusa: The slimes won’t retaliate after all, (smile) so let’s make sure we defeat them, okay?
Lincoln: ……… Dear life, when she said that it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.
Azusa: Lincoln, you’re being dramatic.
Continuing their life of leisure killing slimes, unbeknownst to them a certain individual full of animosity toward Azusa was watching her from afar.
TO BE CONTINUE
Notes:
I was watching "Zootopia" and then watch "Godfather" after. Hence the reference, also sorry for a short chapter, I am actually not sure you'll actually like this chapter. I'm having a issues on what to write and also I've been reading the manga and watching the anime to get something to work with it. Anyways, now that I've this chapter I am going to take a break for a few days before working on the next one.
See you soon, and remember to lower your expectations. Also please excuse if you find any wrong grammar.
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