Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"Wait, did I hear right? A golden asura?"

Raith lowered his brow, slight tension and fury building up in his eyes.

The old man respond immediately:

"Yes. The golden asura. He is the one referred to as one of the upper echelons… he once came here a while to use the broken throne artifact"

'Again! Again with this broken throne…'

While thought like that, what the man said made Thard - Harl react. His eyes widened and narrowed a second later.

"The artifact that Lessarect found. That thing is here?"

Raith turned to Thard - Harl, a little surprise look on his face. Definitely, the asura also knew about this broken throne. Moreso, he just gave a name.

'Lessarect…'

For some reason, the name was confusing to think about. Of course this was the first time he was hearing about it… but how could he put it. Barely muttering those words in his mind made him not want to, he was sort of tired of thinking about her.

The strangest thing was… it felt like a lost emotion.

Raith touched his chest, trying to figure out for himself if he's in one piece. That name?...

He shook his head slightly and warded the temptation away. He didn't want to get too soaked in this matter to begin with. He just wants to get stronger and if that would mean obeying every single order given to him by this ruthless asura.

For now, he had no other choice than to do so.

Raith looked at the two conversing men and found his way back into their talk. Although he had lost a lot of information while he was distracted for a second or two.

Right now, Thard - Harl just robbed his barren chin.

"If the broken throne is here… it makes sense as to why a worthless pig like Farngs is a wanted criminal."

Raith widened his eyes casually and arched a brow.

"So you knew about this guy."

Thard - Harl read with his hands beneath his chin…

"If this guy is somehow entwined with the broken thrones it will make sense why he has four thousand cowel coins on him despite being an amateur."

"You are seriously not going to say anything about what I said."

"Hmmm… if that is the case. Then this might turn out to be more troublesome than I thought. Old man" He shifted his gaze to the elderly man who responded with all valiancy.

"Get this young man a room to stay for the night. Whatever it is about becoming the village chief, it can wait until we are done with our business here."

"Hey hey… don't just go around dictating for me like that."

Raith uttered but became utterly quite as soon as Thard - Harl pierced him with a cold stare.

"What?..."

"You know this man we are hunting, you don't think I deserve to know that." Raith weighed in with a frown.

Standing up, Thard - Harl raised his chin.

"And what right do you think you have to deserve any information from me. Don't forget stupid human. As far as our relationship goes. I am your master."

He completed and disappeared.

Raith stood there, disjointed and seething, his teeth gritting.

A couple of seconds later, the village chief stood up but he still kept his head lowered before Raith.

"It is so much honor to have you in our place. As the celestial onr has said, we shall pend the matters of your reward and provide a place for you to stay the night. If you don't mind, Theta can stay with you to make sure you get comfortable with her."

The young lady lowered a nod as her father chimed.

"No no thanks. I will be perfectly fine. Alo…ne." Raith confuted. He looked at Theta who was now standing also, she looked to the other side with reddened cheeks as she noticed Raith's eyes gliding down her body…the delicate tattoo on her smooth skin, her curves and uh… no… should he just accept it?

Raith shook his head and focused all his faculties on the old man.

"Shall I have the room please?"

"Yes." He turned to the lady, "Theta, show him to the Village Inn. And you should know this already but he should be given special treatment." The village chief alluded, his eyes expressing a subtle gloom as he looked at his daughter.

"Yes father."

She replied with a submissive bow and turned to Raith.

"Follow me warrior."

Raith blew out a light sigh as the lady turned. Now, he had to deal with her backside and accommodating all sorts of thoughts.

What is this? He didn't remember being this licentious with his thoughts. Could it be that he had been living an hermit for so long, now it was beginning to affect him.

Well, it was not like he had done anything with any girl. He was twenty-two years old and still pretty much a virgin. A big one.

They treaded back the narrow path that took them up the hill, descending into the village and making two turns before they came upon a largely decorated inn.

Compared to other cottages, it was larger and had two storeys, in fact seemingly more pretty than that of the village chief's. The higher floor held windows which each had their balcony, some were decorated with flowers vase while some were dirty.

The lower floor however… Raith could hear chatters and the throat itching smell of hell knows what!

He pinched his nose together immediately.

"What the fuck is that?" He mumbled out of his nose.

"Oh, that must be Hevela wine." Theta provided an answer with a jolly face.

"What? This sickening smell is a wine? How do they even get used to it?"

He pinched his nose even tighter, interchanging his gaze between the inn and Theta.

She smiled, "It's like that for anyone that has never tasted it but once you do it becomes a very sweet and healthy drink. It was made from the abdominal fluid of a certain insect-type monster called Hevel fly and the nectar of Lavella rose, which is very deadly to every other living organism except the hevel fly."

She continued, her boisterous smile widening and her hands dancing around her words.

"The Fly has a fluid that neutralizes the effect of the flower's nectar but that fluid I'd toxic to other beings. So the fluid was mixed with the nectar and a naturalization came to play, with some fermentation process, it became a healthy alcohol but smells very bad. However…"

"It's fine." Raith stopped her. "That's enough. I think I get the whole point."

She pouted her mouth with a cute frown and mumbled, "the bad smell goes away after you drink it for the first time."

"Can I just settle?"

"Yes. Follow me."

With a giddy demeanor, she entered the inn.