User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/Side 4

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Side Chapter 4 - Chime (2) It has been a year since I awoken from my slumber. 1 year of since I saw his face. 1 year after wandering around this wretched place, I still haven't find a away to revive him.

Without rhyme or reason, I continued to swing my sword against Grotesques. Before I know it, people started seeking for my services.

With every swing that leaves a sound of a chime, drops another felled Grotesques. Before I know it, people started referring me as "Chime".

Without a pause, I continued felling more and more Grotesque. Before I know it, people started revering me as "Sword Saint".

Over and over and over again. The only things I've learned is how to kill Grotesques more effectively, and nothing to save him. Looking at their eyes that shares the same shade as him and I, I can't help that I've doing nothing but killing my own. Just like that time.

And then- Before I know about it, people started associating me with the nation of Everia. It started with contacts, "Is Everia fine with you doing private contracts?" "Are you on behalf of Everia?" Almost everytime I started a contract about Grotesque extermination, that word 'Everia' can't seem to leave the conversation.

Oh, and my favorite, "Did Everia not pay enough?"

I used to shrug it off, but then it became grating. Associating with Everia helped nothing in smoothing out business transactions, if anything, it became even more of a hassle. If I'm not an Everia spy, then I'm some kind of Everia scout. Whatever it is, I can't seem to escape that name.

Then, one day, my nickname changed from "Sword Saint" to "Everia's Sword Saint". How irritating.

... Eventually I decided to pay Everia a visit. Everia is a nation with divided by a series of waterway networks. With each site barricaded by heavy walls at a primary defensive system. According to them, it is build as such to be more efficient to quarantine on a Red Plague outbreak.

Though with each site is usually developed to the brim of the island, its capital city New-Eve seems to be the exception. To preserve as much historical value as possible, it hasn't expanded its development much horizontally, leaving most of its native soil unchanged. Thus, finding a vantage point outside the capital city isn't that difficult.

Overlooking the capital city, it appear their wall is designed slightly different than the usual. It's much taller, piled with more layers and polished in appearance. From what I know, Everia prides itself in implementing their technological development is all fields, including defense- a foreign strike can have its flight path easily traced in within minutes. Like that's going to stop me.

I raised my right hand outwards, as atmosphere pressurizes around me. Then- Scars within my forearm radiated out of my gloves, and along came pain. A pain that is constant and sharp, the closest I can call a 'wound' in my entire tenure so far. A pain feeling as fresh as the day they bursts out my body so many years ago.

And with a flick, I hope my feelings towards Everia is conveyed.

The ever reverberating sound of a chime accompanied by a shard of cutting force strikes from the skies above, splitting open the wall of New-Eve cleanly. Then- feedback ensues- On my end- stamina rapidly drained from my body. Even the act of gripping my sheathed sword felt tiring. On Everia- nothing yet. They're probably scrambling out trying to figure what happened, but as of now, there exists no technology that can trace my blade. After all, anything cut by my blade stops the circulation of magic.