"...?!"
A rather colorful group entered the tavern on the outskirts of the Gluttony territory, cashing quite the steer and confusion amongst the patrons.
Some of them recognized the famous adventurer party, the Dandelions - but no one knew who the other two were.
A freckled young woman with the disturbingly blood-red hair leaning against the arm of the seven-foot-tall undead donning heavy-looking armor with the black gem set in the middle of the chestplate, with the shining golden shield with a fist-sized ruby in the middle attached to his left forearm.
Normally, seeing someone fawning over an undead monster to such an extent would cause more than just a few frowns and a whole slew of righteously angry whispers since such a thing clearly went against the teachings of the church of the system's faith.
Normally.
Because one look at the monster's equipment was enough for even the stupidest and the drunkest patrons to figure out that the undead is either a high-ranked monster or his owner is ridiculously wealthy and doesn't hesitate to use her money - neither of that options left much to the imagination as both reeked of serious trouble on a mile.
Well, that, as well as the fact that the people of the gluttony territory were more used to living with monsters than most - after all the ruling family of Gluttony had the inborn ability to transform into monsters and wasn't hiding it at all.
It was actually quite easy to meet a werewolf walking down the street or enter the inn to grab a drink after a hunt or training session.
The kingdom's army used monsters and coincidentally the Gluttony family was the one in charge of the army.
Alright, maybe not coincidentally...
Since no one was drunk enough at the moment to want or try to start a fight with renowned adventurers and the two they were most likely escorting, the table with space for seven has been freed and yielded with no trouble whatsoever.
...and everyone instantly realized that there was no need for seven places actually, as the red-haired girl went ahead and sat at the blue undead's lap the moment that he sat down.
"That armor is quite a bother - I hope you don't intend to wear it to sleep tonight."
The red-haired girl furrowed her brows and gently knocked on the black plated with her knuckles.
"!!!!"
The big-eyed healer of the Dandelions flinched and clenched her fists in a surge of strong emotions after witnessing the scene.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Some of the patrons nodded with understanding - In're of the Dandelions was a well-known healer whom many people called a saint - of course, someone like she was against humans and black undead monsters staying in close contact with each other...
"...unfair... I want him too..."
The so-called saint made a pouty face and complained loud enough for the bystanders to catch her words and go wide-eyed from disbelief.
"Dear guests, what can I help you with today?"
The platinum-haired barmaid approached them almost immediately and asked with a friendly smile.
"...?"
The warrior slightly on the bigger side, Rotte looked at her, he suddenly furrowed his brows and tilted his head, before nudging the black-haired elven mage, Lairs, in the side.
"...the fuck? What do you...?"
She flinched and turned to him in concussion, but Rotte merely motioned at the barmaid with his chin.
"Ah...! It's you!"
Lairs raised her brow before looking carefully at the woman - and then she gasped and stood up from her seat.
"Dear customer...?"
The platinum-haired, copper-eyed woman tilted her head asked innocently, trying to play a fool but not pushing her act too far.
"You are the waitress from the inn on the way to the Durian's estate!"
"Former Durian's estate."
Lairs exclaimed excitedly and didn't even care when Cranberry smirked and corrected her.
"That's right, it's me - I was passing through and a friend of mine had asked me to replace her for a few hours - Is there a problem, miss...?"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The woman asked, sounding slightly cautious.
"N-no! The opposite actually!"
Lairs blushed and blurted out while fidgeting.
"...this is cute and all, but we got here to eat and have a rest - Lairs, you can ask the nice lady out after she will be finished with her work, now, sit down and order food."
"!!!"
The blue undead knight rolled his eyes and shook his hand dismissively, causing the black-haired elf to blush and sit down immediately as if she lost all her courage and started staring at her knees.
"...haa..."
Cranberry breathed out and furrowed her brows at her husband who clearly didn't need his golden shield to block others.
The group ordered food and ate in peace - and Lairs sent Zombie only a few evil glares once every five minutes or so.
"Say... Ti will be following us everywhere from now on?"
When the copper-eyed barmaid was taking their plates, the blue undead leaned down to the red-haired girl and whispered in her ear.
"Most likely - and you are the reason for that."
She nodded and shrugged her shoulders.
"What did I do?"
Zombie frowned and asked
"You didn't kill her as you did with all the previous spies tailing you so the queen assigned her away from Cri and Cal and put her on the duty."
Cranberry revealed taking a sip from her cup.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Than maybe I should kill her to keep up the tradition?"
"If you want - as I told before, Ti isn't necessary for achieving the ending we want... but Lairs will cry if you mess with her - you saw how she got while you revealed her attempts at seduction."
Zombie giggled and joked playfully but Cranberry responded in a rather serious voice.
"...that said, I think I should get her and Rotte the same book I showed them before..."
The red-haired girl nodded to herself, putting the empty glass to the side so it would be picked up by the platinum-haired barmaid.
"...interrupted? But I only answered the question that was bothering Ti."
Zombie smirked and nuzzled against Cranberry.
"...bothering her...?"
The red-haired girl furrowed her brows and looked at the platinum-haired woman who was picking the dirty dishes from the black-haired elf.
The barmaid was about to walk away before she glanced back at the elven made.
"...Miss... I... I am free in an hour..."
Ti said before turning back and walking away carrying the dishes.
"Ha! I see now."
Cranberry nodded and her stare softened.
"...wha...? What the fuck just happened...?!"
Lairs shook her head and looked between all of her friends in disbelief.
"You're welcome."
Zombie called out and waved at the black-haired elven mage.
