"Okay. If you say so." Silas shrugged before asking- "I'm assuming you're the mission's leader?"
"Yes I am. Please stay in line and don't do anything stupid again." She rolled her eyes before turning back to one of her colleagues.
Walking to the rest of the team, Silas quickly scanned them before sighing.
From his rough estimations, the average level of strength across all of them was pristine topaz. That was the sa strength as Silas when he's not using any fusions or spells.
The strongest amongst them could probably take on a dull to solid athyst-cored beast with high difficulty. The strongest amongst them had a solid topaz core.
He was quite young, being no older than 16; however, since he was a mage, he would most likely be a very strong asset to have.
"Hello. My na's Ga Evergreen." Silas introduced himself, but none of them reacted to his presence, returning to their own conversations rather than addressing him.
'Bastards...' Silas gritted his teeth, but before he could even repeat himself, Jessica suddenly appeared in front of him before placing an enormous back on his hands.
"You're the porter." She gave Silas the smile of a witch.
"Bitch." Silas muttered in English before looking at the bag in his hand.
It was a leather strap bag that people used in the dieval era back on Earth. Though, it was a lot bigger than most of Earth's counterparts, and a lot heavier despite its size.
Opening the bag, Silas peered inside the bag while increasing the mana going to his mystic eyes. He always had mystic eyes activated. It was almost an instinct now to keep it on all the ti. It felt weird without it, and the mana usage wasn't a lot unless he increased the mana input.
However, when he looked inside the bag, it was completely black until he increased the mana input.
'Oo... Dinsional storage. This is amazing... I wonder who made it. Wait, the runes being used are made out of pure mana. Does that an mana has the ability to manipulate space? Wouldn't that take vast amounts of energy?
This is essentially the concept of dinsional engineering implented on a bag. If I had a few more years back on Earth, I would have probably learned how to do sothing like this...' Silas thought excitedly, as the fla of curiosity in his soul grew a little larger.
"Alright. We're moving out." Jessica announced before leading the group outside the city.
***
In a dark corner of the Darkless city, over 40 individuals stood before a woman in a golden dress.
She was sitting on one of the rocks, her legs all the way to her knees, bare for everyone to see.
Her black hair moved ever so slightly while her cat-like ears twitched in ecstasy as she placed sothing in her mouth.
"Ah.... Johnny. If your bakery ever closes, I'm worried I might go mad." She smiled wonderfully while wiping the remaining cake crumbs and frosting from her face.
She was sitting cross-legged on a golden throne, squirming after every bite.
"I would never close the bakery as long as I live, madam Greed." She man beside him kneeled, his forehead getting so close to the ground that it touched her feet.
"Ah... Good boy." She patted his head with a maniacal smile that wouldn't have been seen on the face of anyone who was not at least a little crazy.
"Madam? We've been waiting for your order for over an hour. Can you please tell us what you want?" One of them asked, his voice frustrated after kneeling for so long.
Everyone else wanted to complain since their knees were hurting too, but none of them dared to do so.
The mont she heard what the man had said, the smile on her face disappeared before a nacing scowl replaced it.
"Are you questioning my judgnt?" She asked with a cold voice.
"N-No! Of course not-" Before he could even finish speaking, he felt sothing go through his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a petite that looked like it had been recently manicured, covered in his blood.
When he looked up again, he saw the Greed was no longer sitting on her throne.
"What..." His voice was croaky and hoarse.
"Do not question again..." She whispered into his ears before the man eventually fell into the pool of his own blood, dying where he lay.
No one dared raise a peep. No one dared to even look at the woman before them.
No one dared to say a single thing that might upset her.
They were all athyst cores of every kind, yet they were terrified of the woman before them.
"Would you like to get soone to clean it up?" The man who had been previously kneeling at her feet asked.
"Yes, please!" she answered with a little hop while speaking in a cheerful voice.
She was now covered in a suit of golden armor seemingly appearing out of nowhere; however, the most eye-catching characteristic about this armor was not its shimr or extravagance, but the erald crystals embedded into them, every single one of them shimring with tiny threads of crimson-blood.
The man picked up a crystal and spoke a few words into it before a bunch of guys appeared out of the nearby alleyways and cleaned up the ss in less than a minute.
Greed watches the body disappear before looking at the man beside her lovingly.
"What would I do without you." She stretched her hand toward him and grabbed onto his jaw before pulling him closer.
She finally kissed his lips lovingly and sat on her throne.
They all looked up to see what she would tell them, but the mont they did-
*Cough Cough*
*Thud*
The man she had just kissed fell onto the ground, his hands wrapped around his neck as he struggled to breathe.
"That's for stating the obvious." She grinned as the man's eyes slowly turned lifeless.
Her eyes averted the dying man before her and landed on the 40 n waiting for her order.
"You have one job, and one job only."
Her grin slowly turned more and more maniacal.
"I want you to kill Ga Evergreen, aka, Silas Skylark."
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