God of What? 27 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 27

-VB-

Bell

When she and Yor got out of the Dungeon and stepped into the moonlight of the surface, she finally felt safe.

“Alright, let’s go to the Guild first,” Yor said and glanced at her. Was he asking her if she was still up for it or something?

“Okay,” she replied despite her exhaustion.

The sudden appearance of the minotaur had done a number on her despite the fact that she didn’t fight it. Her fingertips tingled and she felt jittery. Was this what it meant for her nerves to feel frayed?

She trudged after Yor as he led them toward the Guild and walked up its steps when they arrived. Together, they waited in line for about thirty minutes before arriving at the front desk. With bleary eyes, she looked up. She paused for a second as she noticed who was there to greet them.

“Ah, Eina!” she squeaked. “I’m back!” Ah. She didn’t mean to squeak. ‘Am I more tired than I think I am?’ she thought.

Eina must have noticed as well because she was frowning. “Welcome back, Bell.” Then she glared at Yor. “And you too.”

Gaahhh… Did she accidentally make Eina dislike Yor?

“Umm, uh, Eina, I’m fine. Don’t worry. We just found a minotaur at Floor Twelve and Yor had to take care of it-.”

“WHAT?!” Eina shrieked, and the entire Guildhall seemed to screech to a stop as her exclamation rung echoed back and forth on its marble floor and walls. It took her a moment to realize what she did. She flushed red in embarrassment and quickly motioned for them to follow while gesturing for one of her coworkers to take her place.

Yor and she followed Eina to one of the backrooms of the Guild, and once they were inside, she shut the doors shut tightly.

“I’m sorry about that. I just …” she trailed off as she walked around and sat down on one of the sofas. “Please, take a seat.” They did. “Please tell me what happened.”

Yor glanced at her, and she shoulder-tagged him to do it.

“Alright,” Yor began. “Bell and I were down on the Twelfth Floor. Our purpose there, aside from dungeon diving, was to explore just how deep we can go safely. Kind of like a quarterly evaluation but on a monthly basis.”

Eina nodded, already having pulled out sheets of paper from one of the side tables in the room and making notes.

“We had just finished off a trio of orcs when I felt a tremor on the ground. Bell didn’t feel it until the origin of the tremors got closer.”

“The minotaur.”

Yor nodded. “What made it worse was the thick fog. We couldn’t see it until it got within almost twenty meters of us.”

Bell blinked. Twenty? She couldn’t see it until it was almost in their face at ten meters! Were his eyes that sharp?

She tilted slightly forward to look at Yor and tried to see his eyes. They were just normal black eyes, the same color as his hair. They didn’t look that different from any other pair of black eyes she saw.

“Bell?” Eina called her. “You’re being rude.”

She froze and glanced about. “Was I being obvious?” she asked with a nervous giggle.

“A little,” Yor shrugged before lifting a hand and rubbing the top of her head.

She pouted and pushed his hand aside. Gosh, why did he have to treat her like this in front of Eina?!

She glanced at her advisor and -.

Oh no. Eina really didn’t like Yor.

Yor saw it, too, but he just grinned slyly at Eina. He didn’t say anything, though. “Should I continue?”

Eina’s glare intensified and the quill in her hand almost snapped.

“Yes. Please.”

It took Yor another five minutes to finish that part of their adventure and the uneventful track back to the surface.

“A minotaur with a weapon…” Eina hummed thoughtfully. “That is three floors higher than their normal floors. This is serious. What if there are more unprepared Level 2’s or even LvL 1’s that encounter it?”

Yor hummed. “That will be the Guild’s duty, I think, to warn the adventurers about this development.”

Eina must have caught something in Yor’s tone because she paused. She glanced at Yor, who just shrugged, and then stared back down at her notes.

Bell frowned. Did something happen right there? One of those unspoken moments or moments that didn’t need words?

Ugh, she wished she could have one of those with Yor-.

She froze.

Ah.

Well.

She took a deep breath in to calm herself before she drove herself weird with those thoughts again. “Yor, let’s go. We’re done, right?” she asked sleepily.

He looked at her and sighed. “Alright. Let’s go home. You sure you aren’t hungry? Don’t want to visit Hostess of Fertility?”

She shook her head. “I just wanna sleep.”

“Okay. I guess we’re leaving now, Eina.”

“Thank you for your cooperation so far,” Eina replied. She stood up, gave Yor a small bow, smiled at her, and left. Yor helped her up… and then just picked her up piggyback.

“Eh…?”

“You’re falling asleep,” he hummed. “Just go to sleep.”

“... Okay.”

It was nice getting a piggyback ride from Yor.