《Sanguine Paradise》Chapter 35 – [Day 11] – “Mia”
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∼ Day 11 ∼
[Hobgoblin has taken 81 damage, a critical hit!]
[LVL: 13 Hobgoblin has been slain!]
[You have been rewarded with 102 points of EXP]
[LVL: 20 Hobgoblin has been slain by another under your control!]
[You have been rewarded with the split 144 points of EXP]
Standing over the now headless and blood-spattered corpse of the bow-wielding hobgoblin, I wonder how the hell I had made the green fucker's head explode like that. I just managed to place my hand on its head before it went boom. Feeling a bit woozy, I look at my status.
-Status!-
Status
Information Attributes
Traits. Titles. and Skills -Name- "???" STR 10 Skills 19 -Race- Azde (Blood Fiend) VIT 22 Traits 5 -Sex- Male AGI 38 Titles 2 -Rank- F DEX 20 Skillpoints 8 -Level- 4/35 INT 21 Resistances
Health 89/89 CHR 5 Physical Resistance 10 Stamina 31/35 WILL 18 Magical Resistance 5 Mana 1/9 MAG 18 Mental Resistance 8
Oh damn- I used all my mana in that split second. Then it's a no-brainer to why I'm feeling woozy and I have this headache racking my brain...
Did I in my desperation really make that hobgoblin's head explode with my blood shaping skill? Well, with its low magical resistance and weak body, I suppose, with enraged emotions, I might be able to pull that off. But the vicinity probably also I helped since I managed to place my hand on its head right before I blew it to pieces.
Shaking a piece of brain matter stuck to my fingers off, I look up and glance at the astonished faces of everybody around. Most of the attention was directed towards the bloody form of Bob since as he's the one who just slew their chief in one on one combat. But a few that was close to me, had managed to see me kill the bow-wielding hobgoblin. But there was one gaze, in particular, that was staring in adamantly at me.
A few meters away, on one of the seats of honor, was the cute female hobgoblin staring in utter shock and confusion at me with her crystal eyes. She was staring so intently I was getting a bit worried she wanted to take a peek into my soul. But I was pulled from her gaze as voices suddenly began ringing out from the hundreds of greenskins.
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"N-New chief! ...New chief!" - Greenskins
Standing in the bloody fighting ring, Bob simply grinned from ear to ear. That bastard seemed almost high from hearing not only my praise but also the crowds roars of approval. Chuckling at the little megalomaniac that seems to get off on praise which Bob has become, I wave for him to come over. Not missing a beat he came over to take my side.
I turn to the still seated, and very stunned, remaining hobgoblin leaders.
"Hello, this is Bob your new chief. From now on you will follow each and every order that both he gives, and I give, or only death will ensue any insubordination. Understood?" - Me
Looking at me with a big fat question written all over their faces, the big one was the first to speak up.
"We know he's the new chief. But who the fuck are you, I don't take orders from no weak little guy like you." - Basha
Suddenly grabbing the wrist of Bob, I barely stop him from almost skewering the hobgoblin with his dagger. It seems like Bob doesn't take very well to anyone badmouthing me...
"Nobody calls masta weak!" - Bob
Shocked at the sudden series of actions, the big hobgoblin seemed confused, but most of all scared of Bob. If I were to guess, me killing that weak bow-wielding hobgoblin wasn't enough the discourage this one from thinking I was weak. But I can't blame him, he would also be able to snap that guy like a twig in an instant if he ever wanted.
"Now- I will let that one slide, as I can't fault you in not knowing. But next time you disrespect me, you won't live to regret your actions." - Me
Leading Bob to his seat of honor, I get him to sit. Seeing him still glaring at the big hobgoblin who disrespected me, I sigh. Looking to the crowd I speak up.
"Where the hell is some food for your new chief!?" - Me
Hearing a squeal to the side as one of the hobgoblins, whose roles were to give out orders, kicked a goblin by a bonfire and yelled at it to get to work. Only a minute later did six goblins come over carrying a roasted rock beetle and placed it in front of Bob. Practically salivating as he looked at the roasted beetle, I nodded for him to eat.
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While Bob was undead, that most definitely didn't mean he was like a zombie or anything that I know an undead to be from fantasy back home. Bob is still very much alive, his body still functions like any other. His heartbeats, blood flows, he breathes and he defecates. What it actually means to be undead, I have yet to find out.
Seeing Bob gorge himself in the roasted rock beetle, all the other greenskins also began mirthfully devour the rock beetles at the bonfires. I felt rather tired so I told Bob to enjoy himself and that I was going to go and rest up.
While walking away to one of the biggest huts, seemingly the chief's hut, one gaze didn't leave me for even single moment. Ever since I had appeared, the female hobgoblin had been staring at me from her seat. Not wanting to deal with it right now, as I was feeling rather mentally exhausted, I simply ignored her and walked into the hut.
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Waking up the next morning to the loud snoring of Bob, I slowly regain my barring after a night of deep slumber. I had surrendered the bed of the previous chief to Bob. One thing for sure was that I most definitely did not want to sleep in that bed. While I have no idea how it became like it currently was but considering it's a greeenskin's bed, I doubted that smell was natural. So I decided to make a mental note to get rid of that straw bed before long, as I believed both Bob and me at least needed some "cleaner" living circumstances.
Getting up from my makeshift bed I made last night, I walk towards the cloth covering the hut's entrance. Moving it aside, I was met with ruby eyes.
The cute hobgoblin was standing right outside our hut. Once again she staring intently at me. Sighing I move aside and gesture for her to come in. Not needing any more prompting, simply she strode in. I motioned for her to take a seat on an opposing cushion to the one I took. Not saying anything a moment or two, I finally speak up not wanting to wait anymore for her to ask.
"So, what do you want?" - Me
....
She didn't respond, she just kept staring as if inspecting me. But just as I opened my mouth to say something again, I was cut off by her somewhat exotic voice.
"What are you?" - ???
Not entirely sure what I should answer, I simply decided to be the one to ask questions first.
"Let me ask the questions first" - Me
I saw the obvious annoyance on her face as I didn't answer her question but she did realize that she wasn't really in any position to be asking the questions.
"What's your name?" - Me
"I don't have one..." - ???
"Don't you have something that the other goblins and hobgoblins call you?" - Me
Hearing my question a slight blush tinted her green cheeks. Surprised at her sudden bashfulness, I wonder if she doesn't like what they call her.
"P... p-princess..." - ???
Her cheeks turned even redder after admitting her embarrassing nickname. Not wanting to embarrass her any further, I keep my chuckle from escaping and try to help her out.
"It's fine, is there something I can call you by? Or can I give you a one?" - Me
Seemingly even more embarrassed, I take matters into my own hands.
"With my superior name skills and unquestionable creativity, I'm positive in my ability to find the perfect name for you. Exhibit A! Bob... Perfect name! Creative, unique, and powerful. I must say my naming capabilities are unmatched! So fear not! I will find the perfect name for you." - Me
After my proclamation she didn't respond, she only glanced at the still snoring Bob and then back at me. Nervousness tinged her expression, but she stayed silent.
"Okay... let's see here... Alice- nah sounds off... Margaret? Yeah, definitely not. How about, Mia?" - Me
Seeing a noticeable reaction in her usually calm demeanor when mentioning Mia, I instantly decided on that one.
"Aha! Mia, it is" - Me
Although she didn't respond, it seemed like she likes it. But I could almost be sure that I heard her muffle "thank you" under her breath as she looked away to hide her blush and regain her calm demeanor.
"So, now to the actual questions" - Me
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