NOVEL NEXT 43. Waylon, the whatever
“Waylon, so you won this Time!
I didn’t expect that someone not from Robert’s little Army will get the Chance.”
”Well, I did register for the off-chance of winning.”
”Yeah, I guess everyone did.
But when did you even registered?
Robert talked other people into their heads not to, with various reasons.
Honour, need, a rightful Conquest or a Favour and so on.”
”I did it immediately.
No use doing it later, and it isn’t like I have much to do, anyway.”
”Aren’t you one of the People who watch their Dungeon like a Hawk to figure out how they can optimise them?”
”Well, I guess I do, but what else should I do when being immortal but confined?”
”Like, I don’t know, socialising?”
”You know that i usually avoid people I don’t know.”
”You know yourself how the spiral goes, yes?”
”Yes, I do. But it’s my preference.”
*sigh* “Fiiinnee.”
“Nice to see you relenting.
So, what do you want?”
”Was it that obvious?”
”From your behaviour and sudden contact to me after I won, yes.”
”Huh, it makes sense, on the other Hand, I usually don’t ask from others and you aren’t a person to ask from.”
”Layla, i did train myself in spying pretty much.”
”Yes, you did, and you weren’t in any meaningful community since you got be a Dungeon Master.
And most ways of spying are useless with the rules and ways we have as a Dungeon Master.
So you should have p grown rusty or even contemplate.”
”Oh, Layla, we both know we are practically from a timeless Race, our mental state won’t “deteriorate” easily.”
”Still, we Demons don’t have the Sense of empathy most sapient races have, more like understanding through logical thinking.
But you are a so-called Shades, someone who can be totally in tune with other living creature as long as the Mind-structure isn’t to alien.
One of your Species Characteristics is to empathise better then anyone else.”
”And another on is that our empathy is completely separated from our thinking.
It won’t influence our acts if we understand our Target.”
”Riiiighhht. The merciless Sweet Tongue. Wasn’t that the alternative name for your race?”
”Just me. Most other weren’t that invested in going to an important place of societies, being content to sparkly kill someone.
So, you want to buy something from the Monster Creator?”
”Bingo. How did you exclude to commission something?”
”Since you are pretty tactful and honest, you would have then suggested me being your proxy.”
”Tsk tsk. Your spy skills have really grown rusty.
When i buy from you, 20% would have gone to Chloe instead.”
”I take it that Chloe is the one creating Monster?”
Layla just gave a nod, content having something she can hold over him.
He isn’t particularly arrogant, at least in a malicious way, but always presents his capabilities in a way which makes on feel inferior.
Well, it isn’t he is universally skilled, but one of things he is good at is leading a conversation.
So it’s hard to talk him into an Area where he feels like he can’t keep up.
Something along the line like not being able to skill fully lead the topic anymore or processing the Conversation.
“I see.
Does your intention has something to do with Chloe’s seeming influence of transactions done with her products.”
He can sniff a Merchants scheme from ten miles down the wind.
Not that be necessarily wants to be part of it, but it would be good to know.
Money changing could maybe awaken the inner capitalist of some Dungeon Masters, making them easier to manipulate and oversee.
He is especially interest in Robert’s reaction.
Since he is a former Human, he could either be especially hit by it or completely dismiss it.
The second option is more probably, Since he held himself over things like Money and even now is as arrogant like a noble snob who managed to win a rigged sword duel without hurting his own Hand.
Well, getting active now could raise suspicion when things seem to take unexpected turns.
He is content to be further forgotten as one of the most successful monster who felt an Empire and two Kingdoms alone.
Looking down on someone makes one overlook the guillotine dangling above one’s head.
That, and Sapients greed were exploited.
It’s perplexing how much of an Warmonger sapient races can be when pitted against each other.
In nature, either annihilating each other is natures way and even respected, or they get spared from unnecessary death in one’s own species.
But Sapient beings decorate themself with values and norms, honour or philosophy.
Just to throw it out the Window in times of war, even if the desolation is honour-less and barbaric.
“Yeah, Chloe can probably explain it better if you want to talk to her.”
”Sure, want to come with me?”
Layla blinked.
”Now?”
”Yes, when else?”
”You know, people normally… uargh, fine let’s go.”
With that Waylon gave the System the needed Commands to meet Chloe, with the privilege of doing transactions.
They both found themself in a white Room, even pristine.
Only one door at the front, and the both walk through it.
On the other side was a far-reaching room, seemingly made out of black bricks.
At the other side of the Room sat a Woman, crossing her arms and looking decently annoyed.
She observes Waylon throughly, before asking.
”Well, what do you want?”
-Chloe’s perspective-
Now there is another Weirdo!
What even is he?
He looks like something mixed Shadows with tangible Darkness.
He is vaguely Humanoid, even though his proportion are to thin and tall.
And he seems to wear some kind of Garment in Dark colours which looks weird.
Form fitting with a cape which only cover his body and not moves much which his steps and a hoody.
He also has some strings fastened everywhere, like his sleeves, legs and so on.
As if nothing should crawl through a tiny opening they can give.
And gloves, even though they aren’t recognisable ate first glance, since they spray some kind of dark mist similar to how he looks.
His face is also completely featureless.
What is he?
Walking darkness, in the newest Fashion trend?