A small village comes into Vert's view as he finally makes it to Refrem. Vert stops at the entrance of the village and puts Cynthia down. Cynthia falls down to her knees and throws up onto the ground. Vert is cringes when he sees this as he didn't expect Cynthia to get motion sick from that speed of running. Then again Vert was running much faster than the speed of sound so any person who isn't used to that would be overwhelmed.

Leaving Cynthia to regain her bearings, Vert begins to walk through the village and sees it is surprisingly empty. He walks down what seems to be the main road while moving his head back and forth to look for a sign of life but Vert spots nothing. Cynthia seems to be trying to tell Vert something but she has little time to talk between each dry heave.

Vert finally makes it to a well in the middle of village and he decides to check if there's any water in it. While looking down into the well, Vert's nose is pierced with a smell that can only be described as horrendous to most but to Vert, it is sweet. The smell of death and decaying permeates from within the well and Vert can see why. Bodies stack up to almost the top of the well, slowly rotting in the light of the sun. It is almost Mid-Day and it was a decent temperature since it was near the end of Fall in this world but clouds are rolling in, threatening to rain unto Vert at any second now.

Vert shrugs his shoulders at the mass amount of death and does a slow 360 degree spin to fully take in his surroundings.

"Hmm. Do people really think I'm this stupid?" Vert says aloud as he notices several presences in the buildings surrounding him. They are trying to hide but Vert's keen sense are extra powerful than he is used to and easily spots everyone hiding.

"Alright, I'll give you one chance to leave while you still can. I don't feel like killing anyone for no reason anymore." Vert says with a loud, unenthusiastic yell. The people around him slip out of their buildings and completely out of the village. Vert chuckles at how that actually worked. Honestly, Vert could of found a reason to kill those people but he wants to take a bath first and read his new book. Cynthia finally makes her way to Vert and seems to have a firm grasp of herself now.

"God of Death! I need to warn you that someone is here as they seemed to have cleaned the village of the everyone I killed!" Cynthia says with a hint of urgency.

"First, you may call me Vert. Secondly, I noticed the people who are here and scared them off already. Finally, you killed all those people? I'm impressed Cynthia." Vert says with an approvingly look and a thumbs up towards Cynthia. She takes the praise from the God to heart and blushes a little while moving her foot back and forth.

"Thanks... Vert." Cynthia says to accept his praise. Vert gives Cynthia a toothy smile and looks around at the houses around him.

"So which one will we be staying in?" Vert says since he really wants to get this crusty blood off of him.

Cynthia points towards a road that leads to a hill with a decent sized house on it.

"That one." Cynthia says while starting to walk towards her house. Vert sees it and is so excited that he doesn't want to walk at Cynthia's speed so he picks her up again and puts Cynthia over his shoulder. Cynthia's eyes go wide as she doesn't have anything else left to throw up. She actually manages to get out what is somewhat of a complaint.

"NO PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW OR-."

"Too late." and with Vert saying that the two are already on top of the hill. Cynthia can feel her stomach start to crawl up her throat again but this this Vert didn't just drop her on the ground and leave her there. Vert lifts Cynthia from off of his shoulder and into his arms and carries her like a princess. Cynthia accepts this as she would probably not be able to stand up straight from the dizzying speed Vert can run at.

Vert pushes open the door with his foot and enters the living room of the house. He notices a couch and walks over to it, gently setting Cynthia onto the soft couch so she can recover. Cynthia gives Vert an angry look for what pain he has caused her. Vert innocently smiles back and Cynthia can't stay mad for long because of Vert's nice gesture to fix his mistake. Cynthia closes her eyes and takes a few deep breath to hopefully calm her stomach down and Vert starts to take a look around him.

The house is pretty nice. Porcelain vases sit on end tables that match the paint color of the wall; there is a fireplace in the room and is accompanied by 2 love seats and a couch; there is a dried up blood stain on the wall to Vert's left; finally, there is a drawing of a kitten hang up on the wall near the door. Overall a nice house in Vert's opinion. Vert decides to take it open himself to explore the rest of the house until he found a bath.

Going into the next room, Vert managed to find the kitchen. With never having the actual urge to eat, Vert ignored this section of the house. Going into the next room Vert actually finds a bathroom with a bath tub built it. He pokes his head back into the kitchen and yells out to Cynthia.

"Hey! Can I use the bath first?"

"Sure," Cynthia yells back. "We have two so I'll take one when I'm ready."

With that being said, Vert walks over to the bath tub and looks at how to start the hot water. After doing a few minutes of what seems to be near Rocket Science, Vert manages to get hot water to pour out of the faucet. As the water begins to fill the tub, Vert takes off his Grieves and peels off his pants and underwear. Vert then makes his gauntlets disappear and takes off his long jacket and shirt. Red is stained all over Vert's war torn and burnt body.

He slips into the bath and can feel the warmth of the body seep into his bones. Vert lets out a grunt of pleasure as it has been a while since he has felt this relaxed. Vert looks up at the wooden ceiling of the room and begins to think to himself.

'This is the first time in a while where no one was trying to kill me, I wasn't trying to figure out who I am, or I wasn't worried about someone else's well being. This is nice.'

Vert lets out a bliss filled sigh and closes his eyes. All of his tense muscles begin to relax and Vert starts to fall asleep but the clapping sound of lightning in the distance wakes Vert up and puts him on edge. At first his body told him it was an attacker but Vert can hear the sound of rain hitting the roof of the floor above him. Not being able to take a nap now, Vert grabs the book he hand put down next to the bath.

With his hand out, the book begins to shift into its original size and floats in the air. Vert looks for something to read about and his mind drifts around for a bit until the book opens itself and turns to a random page. Vert begins to read the page with his heart sinking to the bottom of his chest.

'Emerelda, better know as Dragon Spy Type A, is a creation made by the God of Dragons whose soul purpose is to infiltrate someone's life and gather information on them. This series of Dragon Spy is one of the only conscious ones and is the favorite of the God of Dragons. Their current status is Alive but Deactivated.'

"Haha, stupid book, that's not what I wanted to see. *sighs* But I guess it's just the truth. No reason to be sad over it now." Vert says aloud after reading about half of the page about Emeralda. Vert shakes his head to wipe away the sad thoughts nagging at him and quickly tries to change the page in the book. Vert manages to find some new spells he can use and manages to learn them fairly quickly.

Vert finally gets done reading about the third spell he wants to learn when he realizes he hasn't even washed himself yet. Putting away the book, Vert finds a wooden bottle with smells like soap inside and he completely cleans his body from the Gnome blood staining it. Finally getting himself clean, Vert pulls the plug in the tub and the crimson colored water begins to go down the drain at a rapid rate.

Standing up, Vert feels a cold chill go through his body as the water clinging to him begins to dry. Not wanting to use a towel, steam begins to rise from Vert's skins as he raises its temperature. The water on him completely dries and Vert looks at his clothes. He makes an annoyed clicking sound with his mouth as he remembers that's his only pair and it is still dirtied with the blood of his enemies. Vert grabs the sheet of cloth that could be considered a towel and wraps it around himself. Once Vert opens the door to the bath room, all the steam that was once trapped inside is now released.

When Vert looks into the kitchen, a man in a gold uniform stands in it, leaning against a table in the middle of it. The man turns his head towards Vert and his eyes go wide when he notices Vert's presence and draws his sword. Vert has an unimpressed face and simply gives the man a few words in response.

"Sup... Who the fuck are you exactly?"

The sound of someone falling is heard upstairs followed by the screaming of Cynthia. Both Vert and the man in front of him stare up at the ceiling where the sound came from, then back down at each other. Vert gives the man a wide smile before giving him this one response.

"Do you have a death wish?"