Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 43: Guild Master 2

Chapter 43: Guild Master 2

While I waited for Hena, a hand dropped on my shoulder, and a feminine voice spoke from behind me.

"Hey, kid, you're the super rookie, aren't you?"

"Sigh.."

letting out a sigh and turning my attention towards the woman who had grabbed my shoulder. She had chestnut-brown hair that cascaded down her back, contrasting beautifully with her striking black eyes. Her face was elegantly oval, adorned with a small mole just beneath her left eye.

"What do you want?"

removing her hand from my shoulder. not inclined to be overly polite despite her appearance, I asked her. But soon I noticed that she wasn't focused on me but was looking past me. Following her gaze, I turned to see what had captured her attention.

"How have you been, sir Jeremy?".

"Life is going well as always, haha".

As I looked back, I could see Hena talking with the guy with the sword, who was the first one to ask me about my identity, and I could tell the guy was incredibly awkward.

'When did she arrive there'.

I couldn't help but wonder how she got so close to him in such a short period of time while I wasn't paying attention to her.

I returned my attention to the woman next to me, who appeared to be in a stupor while still staring back at them and giving them an odd look.

"Hello?" I questioned her, snapping her from her daze..

"Yes?".

She replied, though her eyes remained fixed on the conversation between Hena and the man with the sword.

"I asked, What do you want?"

I repeated my words to her, growing increasingly annoyed by her distraction.

"Ahh, I'm sorry I got distracted," she apologized, finally regaining her focus on our conversation.

"It's fine, but what's with them?"

I asked her while moving my body in the same direction as her, as even I was getting distracted by how Hena was talking with the sword guy.

"Oh, Miss Hena likes Jeremy and has been trying to court him for 2 years".

She replied, and I immediately got interested in the topic, completely forgetting about my annoyance.

"They do look good together," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. While I didn't know much about either of them personally, they appeared to be a compatible couple from the outside.

"They do," she agreed, but her weired expression didn't escape my notice.

"So why are they not together? I mean, if a lady like Hena is the one taking the initiative, why isn't he accepting it?".

Noticing her giving them a strange look, I indirectly asked her what was going on while she was with me; her other two teammates were watching them from the sides as it was show.

"We all asked him, but he always says she is not his type of woman."

She replied, and I looked at Hena one more time from the perspective of an average male.

Big breast ?

Big ass ?

Beautiful face ?

Alive ?

'Ypp, she has everything an average man wants'.

My thoughts briefly drifted in that direction before I reined them in. I had a more pressing question to ask.

"So what is his type?"

I questioned, leaning in closer and lowering my voice as I continued to observe Hena's exchanges with the sword guy, who seemed to have lost any sense of personal space.

"Plump married lady" .

She replied in hushed tones.

"...."

"...."

"Pardon, I think I heard something wrong" .

I responded, unsure whether I had heard correctly.

"Sigh.... You heard correctly."

She affirmed with an annoyed sigh, leaving me perplexed by his unusual preference.

"Is he a retard?" I couldn't help but blurt out in disbelief, Who the fuck has a preference for fat married women?

[Says the one who likes gilf's]

And of course, my idiotic system had to butt in.

'Don't place both of us in the same category; we are not the same; there is a difference of heaven and earth between us'.

I retorted internally, dismissing Edda's commentary.

Returning my attention to the lady with the bow, I found her looking at me with a hint of anger.

"He's my brother," she replied, her face now tinged with a reddish hue. It was unclear if it was due to anger or embarrassment.

Glancing at her and taking a step back, I maintained a safe distance. Who knew? Maybe she had her own unique preferences.

"Where are you going?" She asked in puzzlement at my sudden retreat.

"To save your brother, because if this continues, Miss Hena might actually devour him," I made up an excuse while stepping closer to where Hena was engaged in her relentless pursuit.

"Ahem, Miss Hena, have you talked with the guild master?".

Arriving right in front of them, I cleared my throat, shifting her focus towards me before asking her about my work.

"Yes"

She responded with a slight iteration in her voice while the sword guy looked at me with gratitude.

"Guild Master has requested your presence,upstairs Neil. He wishes to speak with you too sir Jeremy as he mentioned wanting to meet with you when your team returns," she explained, addressing both of us.

"Lead the way, please."

extending my hand towards her, I requested, signaling that I was ready to follow.

"Yes".

She replied, moving forward towards the second floor while I followed her, and the team of four was also following us.

When we got to the second floor, we were confronted by an enormous door that stood about 7 feet tall. It had ornate decorations along its margins that hinted at the importance of the room beyond. The air was flavored with authority, signaling that we were about to enter a significant location.

"Knock, knock." Hena banged twice on the door before taking a step back.

"Come in," a commanding voice from within said. Hena opened up the door, showing the interior of the room.

The elements of the room's interior gradually came into sight as we entered it. Documents, reports, and shelves lined with various records took up the majority of the room. A solid desk in the center of the room had an array of well-ordered paperwork. A middle-aged man sat behind the desk, his presence projecting authority.

The man appeared to be in his late thirties, with black, gray hair combed neatly to the side. His piercing, brown eyes radiated wisdom and shrewdness, a testament to his years of experience. He looked imposing yet sophisticated in a well-tailored suit that complemented his slim build. It was evident that this man held a position of significance within the guild.

"You are here" .

As he turned to face me, his voice rang in my ears.