I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"Hello friend," as I flashed and landed next to that Loren and his forces, I said while greeting the old age lord in front of me, "may I have a word with you?"

"Don't listen to this tyrant! The moment he appeared here, he started attacking others without rest or reason!"

"This…" to be honest, the voice that came right now startled me. I turned and saw a fine looking young lady, wearing tight brown armour around his refined waist and body, while her long brown blue hair extended over her shoulders.

She wore a circular helmet that covered the top of her head, with horns coming out from it, giving me a familiar feeling of the ancient civilization in human history; the Vikings!

"You are… Loran?!" I asked in doubt, and the look of surprise over her beautiful face told me she never expected me to know her name.

"So… You've met Edwardo already… Tsk, what a waste!" she shook her head as she realised what I just did, "see, this little dude over here is going all out against all of us. Sooner or later, he'll come knocking on your doorsteps without any excuse but his greed for power."

"Don't listen to her words," I knew that she was trying her best to twist facts here. No matter how surprised I was about her identity, it wasn't time for that, "I did all this for a reason."

"Which is?" the old looking man finally spoke up, in such a deep and strong voice.

"They formed an army, a gigantic one actually, and tried to come and claim my land," I turned towards that b*tch who wasn't any much taller than me, "in this world, the strong devours the weak. I got to learn this lesson thanks to their crusade against me."

"This is bullshit! You started attacking lands once you appeared here!"

"I did that to those close to me, not to you, not to him, not to all the other fifteen lords who joined hands together and tried to take me down," I fiercely said before adding in much fiercer tone:

"Don't expect me to sit idle and watch you take down my land! It's not my problem that you came to me with swords and not words."

"Humph! As if a tyrant can be reasoned with!"

"I already accepted those who came at me with words, just ask Tom. He and I ended up having a nice deal and an oath of protection without touching his land."

"This… You are lying!"

"Wait!" the old looking lord raised his hand as his eyes flashed in realisation, "do you mean if I wanted to form an agreement with you, one like Tom brother did, you'll agree?"

"Why won't I?" It was a loss indeed to let another territory go. But for the price of taking her head, I'd accept such loss indeed, "let's do it right now!"

"This…" her face changed and became loss of words. She planned to get asylum here, making my fighting at her land futile.

I bet she planned to keep jumping from one lord's territory to another, making me lose much more than I'd gain and might not get her head in the end.

But with just accepting such little loss right now, I'd end up saving myself and my forces in such trouble, and get her in the end.

"I agree," the old lord was wise indeed, enough to know where his best interest lied, "what do you ask in return?"

"Just stay neutral," I paused, before pointing my glaive at Loran and her small forces, "and don't let her enter your land or else you are my enemy!"

"F*ck you!" and just as I pointed my glaive at her, she fiercely bellowed back. She raised a curved long sword, a couple actually, and brandished them against each other, "I won't fall without a fight! Get ready boys, we will dine together at hell tonight."

"Wait!" Just when she was on the verge of going into such a desperate fight, I raised my left hand to stop her while leaning over my glaive as if it was a stick, "I got an offer for you, what do you think?"

"I'd rather die than share my body with such a filthy dirty lord!"

"Who said I'm interested in your damn body?!!!" I was shocked by what she said. Damn! From where did she get such an idea, "I'm interested in this."

I pointed towards my head, and for a long moment she stood there while blinking as she was at a loss.

"You want my head?" and at this moment, it seemed her mind returned to being much stupider than anyone else I'd ever met.

"Stupid one, I'm interested in your mind, your tactics, your brutality and fierceness in wars."

"This…" she gave me such a weird look, while seemingly taken aback from what I just said.

To be honest, a fierce enemy should be killed. But if there was a way to turn him into my lackie, then it would be better, much better actually.

From what I experienced, dealing with this Loran here was really troublesome. Anyone but me would end up losing everything.

I had to exert myself too much to keep up with her tactics. She was quite resourceful. And despite her young age, she looked like she was raised in the heat of brutal fights and bloody wars.

"Don't get me wrong," I had to emphasise over this, "if I wanted, I can get lots of much more beautiful and sexier girls to my bed than you. You'll serve me, as one of my followers, and will lead large armies here. What do you think?"

"Damn you! Who are those who are more beautiful and sexier than me? Huh? Bring them out, let me feast on them and see who will kill the other!"

"Tsk! Beauty got nothing to do with power," I didn't know what was wrong with her way of thinking, "and don't get me wrong, I never allowed for a weak girl to be on my side thanks to her good looks."

"Humph, men are always the same anywhere, anytime."

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