Monster Girl Quest Fanfiction: Brand new world? But where's the popcorn? - 25. Ilia of differia
“I think we might need to talk to the King again, Alice. Alice?” Luka looked over his shoulder to see the Monster Lord staring at some some unknown point in the distance. He sighed.
At least she isn’t eating anything right now. After the display Alice had shown at the breakfast buffet, he had began to rethink his statement on how much money he had left in storage. Running out of funds would become more than a lingering concern if Alice kept up her current eating habits. He reluctantly snapped his fingers.
“Wha- who dares to interrupt my thoughts?” Despite her heightened monster senses, she appeared to have been taken by surprise. Alice blinked repeatedly before she turned towards Luka. “Oh, it’s just you, fake hero. What do you want?”
Luka sighed. “Well, I think we might need to meet with the King to find out what happened with the monsters, Alice. Hopefully without spooking him out this time, or setting the library on fire.”
“And see that old bastard again?” As expected, Alice was not pleased to meet the ‘Ilias fanatic’ King. She seemed more annoyed about it than usual. “What could we gain from meeting up with that lunatic again?”
“Alice, y-you can’t just call the King a lunatic!” He cried. “Sure, the King might be a little over-enthusiastic-“
“Not that that’s a bad thing… but I’m sure the King means well for everyone for all those who believe in Ilias.”
“A group that believes in Ilias does not include monsters, Luka,” She frowned, turned towards the sight of beasts operating a food stand, the actual owner of said stand leisurely seated in chair. “And I’m sure you can see the results of that kind of blind loyalty in this city.”
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Luka could see what Alice was talking about- both physically and metaphorically. He could imagine the way the monsters had been treated at the hands of Ilias fanatics such as Ilias Kreuz. It would have been horrifying, being slaughtered by those with nothing but malice in their heart. They were injustices he would stop no matter what. But what is Alice is right… and I can’t bring coexistence while serving Ilia-
Luka struck his forehead with a closed fist, stopping the line of thought. No! T-That would be heretical! Ilias would never do such a thing to us… But despite what he told himself, his self, he knew that the doubt within would never completely leave him. He was broken out of thought when he heard a chuckle to his right. “Alice?”
Alice wordlessly pointed to the left, a mad grin passing over her face.
To see Alice with a wide smile on her face usually meant that: ‘A’, she was laughing at someone’s misfortune, ‘B’, she was making fun of him, or ‘C’, eating. I’m sure I haven’t done anything ‘foolish’ now, and Alice hasn’t touched food in the last ten minutes, so… Luka turned to see what unfortunate person had irked the Monster Lord’s attention, and found himself gaping.
“I knew this place would look a lot better without that ratty old thing.”
He could barely register Alice’s laughs beside him, eyes locked unto the broken form of the La Natura Nativitas, the statue Ilias had bestowed to humanity when she had first created them. But now, a millennium old symbol of Ilias’ glory was nothing more than pieces of of rocks left on the ground to crumble to dust. Luka solemnly clenched his fist at the site, knowing that there was nothing he could about it, except pushing for more coexistence.
Sometimes, it was all too tiresome.
Luka turned to Alice. He sighed.
It looked like he wouldn’t be getting any feelings of sympathy from her, if the way she was laughing indicated anything. Not even just faking i- oh, she probably wouldn’t do anything like that, definitely not for Ilias. Luka nervously scratched the back of his head as he took in the sight. People were slowing down to stare at the Monster Lord lost in her laughter, a crowd of sorts forming around them.
“Alice…” Luka said, but failed to get her attention. He tore his eyes walked from the group. He nudged her on the shoulder and spoke again, louder this time. “Alice, I think we should get out of here.”
“Why?” she asked, incredulous. “It’s not every day that a Monster Lord – let alone any monster – gets to feast their eyes on such glorious destruction!”
Luka Hein buried his face in his hands. Sometimes, it felt like he was dealing with an over-enthusiastic older sibling, rather than the Lord of all Monsters. Maybe I need to take a break after I find the source of this problem. A few days rest..?
Don’t worry, Luka, I share your troubles as well! The mental image of Sylph proudly boasting with a hand across her chest appeared in his peripheral vision. This is just like when I try to get Gnomey to sop playing with her creepy dolls and be more ope- Hey! What are you Gnomey, I’m just telling Lukie how hard it is to get you to make any frie-!
Another mud doll slapped Sylph across the face and carried her over to the far ends of his mind. No, it was more like a boundary, an endless one that somehow had an edge. Whatever the ‘section’ was called, Gnome used her dolls to bring Sylph to its corner, and laid her there.
She began to walk towards another section of the mental landscape. At the top of a hill, she turned around and gave wordless thumbs up, along with a near-silent grunt of approval. Luka could swear he saw the hint of a smile on her face. Either way, Sylph was not exactly helpful, while Gnome had just ignored his presence for the most part.
Luka was brought out his thoughts with a slap to the face. “Oi oi, who did that!” He quickly brought a hand up to the site and turned to see Alice raising her right hand as if to strike… again. All with her left hand digging into another bag of snacks. So much for that being taken care off. His funds were definitely going to be taking a beating today as well.
“Hmph. Looks like you’ve gotten your head out of the clouds, fake hero,” Alice said with a half-frown, half-smile. “Your standing and staring into the distance like an idiot is a waste of our time. We must get to the root of this issue.”
“Alice, well, I was trying to get us move quicke-“
“I admit that I may be of some blame for our delay, but I think we shouldn’t dwell on the past.” She paused to inhale another handful of crisps. With food still in her mouth she spoke, “So we should go ahead and solve this problem, instead of having fake heroes stand around waiting for flies to go into their mouths.”
Luka shook his head, relented. No matter how hard tried, he’d never win against Alice at the blame-game, so he decided to change the subject. “Anyhow, we still need to talk with the King. Since he is the authority in San Ilia, he should know how the monsters ended up in this state. And if we learn how it happened, we should be able to put a sto-“
“We?” Alice interrupted. “I’m not the one playing hero here.”
“Oh, right. So I’ll be the one to stop it all.”
Luka took a breath, turned and walked off. “Just as I always have, as a hero of coexistence.”
“Then what happens if the King decides not to tell us this information? Or if he is in on the plot, benefiting from its effect?” Alice’s lips took on a mocking sneer. “What will you do then? Let him go, as the leader of your beloved Ilias cult?”
“Alice, how could you think I’d do that?! If someone will stand in the way of coexistence between monsters and humans, I’ll stop them.” Luka looked down at the metal ring around his finger. His hand clenched into a fist. “Even if it is the King of San Ilia.”
“And what would your beloved Ilias think of that?”
She turned and walked down the road, her sandled feet clicking as she moved.
He could’ve said something, but he didn’t. What could he say, that Ilias would be accepting of the direct disobedience of the pope of her religion? No, Luka could have said something, had the option to, but it would only be more damaging to his faith in the long-term. But did that really matter?
“Looks like one good thing came out of this day,” Alice chuckled dryly. “We won’t be waiting in line like Ilias worshiper dogs, waiting to lap up the praises of their master.”
“Alice! You can’t just call Ilias worshippers- Us, that!” He rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. Strangely enough, there weren’t as many people in line as there were the last time Luka and Alice had went there. He had a suspicion of exactly what had caused the change, but didn’t bring it up. He did not fancy getting slapped across the face again.
“Why not? You lot act as the role and fit it perfectly,” Alice replied, walking towards the empty gates.`
Mostly empty gates. Yes, there remained the odd member of the guard, servant to greet the two as they approached the building.
There were three entrances, all of which should’ve been in operation, with attendants seated at each of them, lines- crowds of people gathered around them in anticipation. Instead there was a single attendant seated at the first entrance, nose buried in text of some kind. At the entrances to both his right and left there were smaller, more manageable lines of people being dealt with.
Luka walked up to the middle gate, and lightly rapped on the wood beside it. “Um, hello?”
“Oh!” He quickly recovered from the momentary surprise, adjusted the spectacles on his face. “Yes, what business do you have here today?”
Luka glanced quickly at the spectacles, then spoke. “Well, I wish to have an audience with the King. If he’s available, that is.” He ignored the sound of Alice’s palm hitting her face.
“Hmm, there should be room, let me just check my papers…” the attendant trailed off into senseless murmurs, flipping through his sheets. “Well, there’s time available for you at say, the sixth hour? If you can’t make it then, there’s always tomorrow.”
“We’ll be taking the sixth hour.”
“We? The sixth hour’s my lunch hour.”
Isn’t every hour your lunch hour? Luka sighed. Of course, things wouldn’t be that easy, they never were. “Ok, I’ll be taking the sixth hour. Alice, you can go and get us lunch, while I go and talk with the King.”
“And, with what money?”
Something tells me that this is a mistake… Luka reached into his backpack to pull out a sack weighted with gold. He raised it up towards Alice, who took it apprehensively. “It’s nowhere close to all our money – you’d spend it all – but this should be enough to get lunch for us both… and more.”
“Mmm, I change my mind. I’ll go with you.”
Luka shook his head. “You really don’t have to do this, Alice…” He grabbed a waver from the attendant, then made way into the castle.
“And what if I want need to? You’d probably embarrass yourself in front of King if I’m not that there.”
“Oi, oi! T-That isn’t true!” Luka spoke up, “I think, no I know I am capable of speaki-“
Alice silenced him with a finger to the lips. “There is no way around this. In fact, you should be honored that someone as important as I, would dare sacrifice their lunch period to support you. Of course, this won’t be done for free.”
“Honored? Support? Payment?” Luka sputtered out. Alice had put out too much information at once, so he decided to focus on the most pressing issue. “Wait, why should pay you for doing this?”
“Because I’d be missing out on my lunch hour, of course.”
“Isn’t every hour a lunch hour for you?”
Alice pouted, jabbed a finger at his chest. “Don’t undermine the importance of the lunch hour! It is, and always will be the high point of any-day.”
“Sure… I give up.” Luka relented, sighing. It would be pointless for him to try any harder to get rid of Alice. Also, he’d been sighing one too many times today. That needed to be fixed. “Let’s go, Alice.”
“Hmph,” she gave a hum of satisfaction, the victory no doubt, fueling her already large ego.
Luka just shook his head and continued on, wordlessly turning down the need of a guide. After all, he had been here before, when he’d met the King after being seen in a vision given by Ilias. Quietly, he was hoping that such an opportunity showed itself again. As a servant of Ilias, there was no such thing as too many meetings with her grand holiness.
A towering shadow marked the indication of a door. The king’s chambers.
He steeled his nerves, tidied his appearance the best he could.
“What are you doing?” Alice walked past him, and seemingly without a notion of respect, knocked on the door. Hard.
“What is it, Luka?” She responded nonchalantly, as if she had not just basically attacked the entrance to the room of one of the most powerful men in the world. Even as she spoke she scratched a nail against the door. Uncaring.
“Y-You, you just can’t treat the place like you own it!”
Before Luka could go off on another tangent on why Alice should respect the King, the doors opened up by themselves. Or it seemed that way until they were fully widened outwards, revealing two servants pulling it open with levers from the far wall. The King sat in his chair, leaned back in his white and gold robe, a gloved hand against his head, keeping up the hat on his head.
There was a moment’s hesitation on the side of both parties. It gave Luka the time to throw around words in his heads so he could fine anything to try and justify what happened on Alice’s behalf. A struggle he dealt with behind the safety of the Monster Lord herself. No way he was about to take a hit for something he warned Alice not to do multiple times.
“Ah, well is it not Luka!” The King of San Illa, Peter XIV said with so much enthusiasm that it was off-putting. “Fellow servant of the Great Almighty Ilias. What brings you back here to the castle? I’d think a hero like you would have other things to do than visiting an old priest like me.”
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Wait, you remember me? How? I’m just another hero who fights for justice on Ilias’ behalf.”
“And you were a hero important enough to have Ilias herself appear in my dream and me to welcome you. Mind you, I also did not forget how you drove of that bothersome “Heavenly” Knight.” He laughed. “Quite the name considering the lack of heavenly features that most monsters can show us.”
Alice silently bristled beside Luka, teeth grinding against one another.
“Well, uh.. actually…”
“Never mind about that little thought. Now tell me, what brings you back to the castle, dear hero?” Peter XIV asked. “With your worthiness of a hero, shouldn’t you be hunting down the Monster Lord herself?”
Luka almost choked on dry air, quickly recomposing himself before he could break out into a mess. His eyes darted to the human that was not-so-human beside him. If only he knew… And if he did know? Luka didn’t want to think about the consequences of that.
He hesitated to reply. “Well, me and my friend here were curious about the sudden increase of monsters here in San Ilia. Since well, monsters and Ilias don’t exactly get along, and the last time I was here there were barely any in the city. But now… I see the monsters and humans getting along so well, with barely any conflict.”
Beside him, Alice scoffed.
“Mind if I could ask, how it was possible… for you to bring coexistence…?”
“Wel-.” Before Peter XIV could reply, a Wolf Girl entered the room. He sighed, shifted his attention to the newcomer. “Is there anything you need at the moment? If you haven’t noticed, I’m with an established guest at the moment, so if you could be quick with it…”
“I have come to notify you that the progress on the rebuilding of the “Magnificent Statue of the Goddess Ilias,” the momentary scowl she barred didn’t go unnoticed by Luka, nor by Alice if the shift of her lips meant anything, “is scheduled to begin today.”
“Okay, and why are you informing me of this? Does this not fall into the duties of Comte Cyril, Grand Architect?” Peter XIV waved a hand. “Report yourself to him.”
“But the funds-“
“Have been dealt with. Tell him to take what he needs and nothing more. Cyril knows what’s good for him, and San Ilia.”
“Understood… K-King…” The Wolf Girl moved towards the door, and walked herself out.
And just like that, Luka understood what he was dealing with. The fake calm expression, the bland eyes. The small glimpses he was able to catch in between. And he wasn’t happy with what he was seeing in front of him.
“Ah, I’m sorry for the disturbance. That won’t be happening again.” Peter XIV laughed and rose a hand for a drink. “These monsters are helpful to us in San Ilia, I can’t deny, but are still a sore sight for good eyes. Their unholiness is… a pain. Bothersome little nuisances. Now what were we talking about before we were so rudely interrupted?”
Luka had gotten his answer, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to deal with it. He wasn’t ready for it. But the life of a hero was never going to be a simple one. He signed up for it, and now had to deal with the consequences. Having one of his core, founding beliefs challenged against was not something he was warned about. Or something that he wanted to happen. When did a simple quest for coexistence get so… complicated?
He sucked in a deep breath.
“Why are the monsters and humans getting along so… well?” Not the right word he would use, but it fit the current relations between the two groups.
“That is not a matter I am allowed, or rather recommended to share to outsiders, but all I can say is that this is the work of… actually I’m not so sure myself. “Science”, is what she said?”
“So it was, artificial?” Alice did not elaborate. “And she?”
King Peter XIV winced, at the indirect accusation. “A rather harsh way of putting it, but… sure. You’re right. It is helping us get along quite nicely, with the monsters below the humans as nature and Ilias has intended.” He ignored the unspoken question.
It was a single phrase, a phrase with enough implications behind it to suddenly put Luka on edge. More and more, he was not liking what his ears heard from the King.
“And you can see the fruits of this work, I could hardly believe it myself when she approached me on her lonesome, with nothing to back herself or any of her claims. But it was there, a tiny voice in my head, telling me. ‘Listen to her’, ‘give her a chance’. And so I did.” Peter XIV downed his drink. “And judging form the results, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were Ilias herself guiding me through my decisions.”
“But it couldn’t be. Can’t be.” He refused the thoughts, it might just break him. His heart pounded. “Ilias wouldn’t want this…”
“Why wouldn’t she? Are you saying Ilias would be against having her most faithful servants sit above the monsters? Or would she rather have us groveling at their feet, ready to be taken from our families, separated, to be raped by such heathen. Living in constant fear for our lives? Our livelihood? Peter XIV gestured for refill of his drink. “I think not, and doubt so. All is right.”
Only respect and his training stopped Luka from rebuking the King on the spot for his blatant lies. All was not right. It couldn’t be, with the way the monsters were being treated. The coexistence he wanted would never in a thousand years reflect what was occurring now. His wish for coexistence did not translate to a forced monster-human relationship, no matter who was the dominant one in the relationship.
He started slowly. “…No, I can’t agree with this, as- as a hero. I don’t think this is right.”
“And how is it not?” Peter XIV beamed as he waved over a servant and placed his goblet down on a platter. “With this, we can also be known as ‘the place where humans and monsters live together in peace’, just like in Grangold.”
With barely suppressed anger, Luka stepped back, and out of the room.
Luka heard the footsteps on the floor of the Inn long before Alice announced her presence. Given with how stealthy she could be, it had to be intentional. They paused a few feet away, silently asking if he wished to be alone or not. He turned, flashed a sideways grin in answer. Alice approached, sitting herself down in the seat opposite of Luka.
“So, that’s how it truly is like.”
“Hmph.” Alice folded her arms in a displeased manner.
As much as he did not want to admit it, Alice had been right in what she meant. Not everything was all that it was seem to be.
Pouring his soup into a cup, he sniffed, then took a sip. Seeing his body not rejecting the tomato and basil soup, he drank some more. The heat spread through him, relaxing tense muscles and giving light-red cheeks.
Luka stared down at his hands, clenched and clenched them. He needed that warm liquid to calm himself.
He sighed. “This isn’t coexistence. Not the coexistence I wanted… probably can’t call it coexistence with the way monsters are treated here.”
Alice stayed silent, inviting him to elaborate. She took a bite out of her chicken.
“…This, this is just people, humans forcing the monsters to work for them.” Luka frowned behind the cup. His voice was just a touch harder than it had been. “This is more like slavery. This is not the type of living together I want! Never in a thousands years…”
He looked out the window to see a centaur girl pulling down a cart full of stone blocks down a dirt path. Just across where he was seated, two rat girls took orders at a shop as the owner stood outside and joked with other civilians.
“Just beast type monsters…” Alice spoke. “Usually the ones to be in a pack but fiercely independent to outsiders in their group. Strange to see them here, why not a more passive monster?”
He glanced at her. She was frowning a little, as if she had smelled something foul.
“No matter, it is still abuse all the same,” she finished.
Again reality had had been against his expectations, proved to him that true coexistence was all but a dream in the current state of the world. Interactions between humans and monsters usually were ones that ended going ‘south’, to put it shortly. Of course, there were outliers, such as Port Natalia and Safina to some degree. And from what he’d heard Grand Noah was genuinely a place of coexistence between monsters and humans, not to mention that the healthy interspecies couples he’d seen come out of the region cemented that statement.
Now that he had gotten his answer, Luka wasn’t sure what his next course action would be. Taking Alice’s ‘suggestion’ and searching for the rest of the four spirits seemed like the best one for him. If he wanted to be able to stand up against the Heavenly Knights, the Monster Lord, or anyone who stood in the way of his quest, their power was a necessity.
“Well, shall we take a look for some information on the heavenly spirits around the town?”
Alice opened her mouth, closed it, then responded. “…Sure, after I finish this food, that is.”
Luka stepped past a trio of what looked like friends, joking around a table as a rabbit girl held a platter of drinks in both hands. At a store across from the scene, the duo glanced inside to see a man – presumably the storeowner – lazily flip through a magazine as two cat-eared monsters, cleaned up any mess inside of the building.
The centaurs that walked down the street in an opposing direction were so nonthreatening that they might as well be absent. No real presence held. Pulling in their wake, carts filled with cargo boxes taken down from the ports.
He turned on the spot, fists clenched.
Thoughts flew around in his head. He was frustrated, but mostly annoyed. Annoyed at his own uselessness, his own indecisiveness. The fact that he was unable to act out on his true desires, at least without contradicting his own core beliefs. Frustrating as it was, that problem was not one lost on Alice, who kept bugging him about it.
“So, fake hero, what are you going to do now?” She questioned, voice gentle, patronizing. ” As you’ve correctly said before, this isn’t coexistence. Well, it isn’t true coexistence, the silly idea that you keep coming up with in your head.”
“I think I’m going to go pray,” he answered. Luka kept the annoyance he felt out his voice. Maybe Ilias can give me some much needed guidance.
He turned his head to the side, and spotted the reconstruction of the ‘Magnificent Statue of the Goddess Ilias’. He paused in front of it in awe. Even in it’s deconstructed and damaged state, the statue was still quite a figure to behold. Glancing down at his belt to see hist sword still pointed down – as per Ilias’ commandment – he continued his walk past the statue, up right to his destination.
Luka stepped into the Chapel. He knocked on the wooden door, and stepped aside to await a reply.
The Chapel was standard as most chapels went in appearance.
Two rows of wooden benches went down along each side of the building, from the back, up to a distance from the front. Four windows stained with depictions of Ilias in various poses lit the room with natural, albeit colored light. A slightly raised, wooden pulpit stood at the front of the room, the form of Ilias being served food from angels carved into the wood itself. An additional glass sculpture, casted shadows of angels down unto the floor.
Alice made her displeasure quite known, avoiding any of the glass-shaded areas.
This looks like a normal place of worship, other than for the minor details… Luka closed, reopened his eyes. “But why is there an rodent girl working as the assistant priest? And where is the… head priest? I am pretty sure Ilias would definitely be against such things…” Side to side he looked, and the priest, he found standing behind the pulpit.
“Humans are such lazy creatures aren’t they?” Alice spoke, quick to criticize. “Lazy enough to break the commandments of their gods and bring monsters to their own work. If this is the path you humans are on, I think you’d be better off giving up on your dreams.”
Luka winced, glancing at Alice. She was smiling a little, as if she’d said a funny joke.
“Ahem.” The head priest cleared his throat, gaining the duo’s attention. His stainless white clothes ordained with golden stripes were also an attention grabber. “I am guessing that you two have business here?”
“Him. I shall be seeing myself out,” Alice corrected. She stepped towards the doors, and let herself out.
The priest stood in silence before speaking again.
“Now that your friend has gone, may I ask you what brings us to one of our chapels?” The priest must’ve noticed Luka’s wandering eyes, for he chuckled before lightly tapping on his cane. “You must be wondering about the monster girl we have in here, yes?”
Luka stayed silent, and the priest took the cue.
“Do not worry as much as a hair upon your head about her. She only helps me with cleaning and the organizing of materials in here. The work of Ilias, reading of scripture, pastoring, shall remain the job of a human, I would not drop as low as to have a monster take the job of worship in her holy house,” the priest spoke, his voice steady. “Now, excuse my off-topic rambling. What brings you here at this hour?”
Again, he was assaulted with new knowledge on the situation, revelations. But he’d deal with them, put them to use at a later time.
“I wish to ask for the guidance of Ilias.”
“And to the right place you did come. Follow after me, I shall lead you to an area where you’ll be able to do so.”
He stepped out of the chapel, an extra hop in his step.
Alice as expected was waiting for him outside, inhaling a bag of crips as she sat at a bench outside.
She rolled her eyes at his accusatory stare. “What? I got hungry waiting for you in there,” she spoke, as if the words made things right in the world. Or at least, with him.
Shortly put, it didn’t. There was not much he could do about it however, Alice at times just seemed more like an annoying older friend than a terrorizing Monster Lord.
Luka sighed, before he took a step forward out into the streets. Right into the chest of another person. Using the power of the Earth, Luka was quick to regain his balance, that of which the same could not be said for the one he had bumped into. The redhead fell unto the ground, spilling the contents of which she held unto the floor.
He winced upon seeing a glass vial shatter upon hitting the ground, a thick gray substance flowing out when it did. The others appeared to be stationed in a black container of some kind, undamaged, but still disturbed.
He offered her a hand, and she stared at it, before she took it, rising to her feet. Upon standing, she brushed off her jacket and and pants, readjusting the the string on her neck.
Luka couldn’t help but stare at the one streak of yellow in her hair.
“So it was only one,” she muttered, bending down to examine the damage. “It could complicate things, ruin it. One… she.. happy, no. Definite, no.”
“Um, miss… are you okay?” Luka asked nervously. Not once did he see her tend to the minor scratches on her legs and arm, instead focusing on her damaged product. Did I accidentally hit her head too?
“Clumsy hero,” Alice mocked. He could almost feel the smirk. “A shame to see that my training bring forth fruits like… this.”
The woman turned to look up at him, seemingly perplexed at what he thought were relatively normal actions. “Yes, I am fine, boy. There is no need to coddle me, I will be able to proceed on with my own strength.” And as if to prove that, she hefted up the large case without any visible effort.
The woman turned towards Alice. “Yes, the near collision at the corner. Is there something you need from me?” Neutral as her glance was, the tone was accusatory… defensive even.
“No, rather…” Her eyes narrowed. “Would you care to inform me what you’re doing here?”
“Research, is all,” she answered without missing a beat. “Merely documenting some changes in the current wildlife is all. I could ask the same for you, however.”
“Traveling food gourmet.”
“Right,” the woman replied. “If that is all, I should be off. Bye.” She wheeled on the heels of her shoes and walked away at a steady pace.
“Are you two, friends?” Luka asked. He brushed off the parts of his clothes where he had touched the woman.
After a pause, Alice replied. “No, we aren’t. I was just a tad bit curious of her true intentions here..”
She’s right, Lukey! The ever-present wind spirit in his mind voiced her thoughts. He saw, visioned her twirling in a circle. Couldn’t you feel the wind around her? So light…
Even though he wasn’t fully proficient in its use, he noticed that the presence around the woman felt… off. She was definitely not a normal person by any means. But what she was exactly, Luka was unable to tell. It didn’t seem as that much of a problem at the moment, so he decided to put it aside for later.
“Ara ara, all this waiting has made me quite hungry,” Alice spoke.
Luka hung his head. “Not again, I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to spend…”
“Oh, I am looking for a meal a bit more in… close reach.” Alice lowered her head, and flicked her tongue against Luka’s ears. “This one will be free of price.”
Oh boy. And with those words, Luka knew he was in for a long, but pleasuring night.