My Ex-Girlfriend is the Strongest Guild Master and I'm the Weakest! Chapter 32: Down in the Warzone - Part 2

He shut his eyes, bracing himself, hoping that getting vaporized would be quick and painless. But a couple of seconds later, he realized he could still hear and feel everything around him.

He squinted at the feminine silhouette shielding him. Her long hair flew above her nape, hitting his face, and the fragrance emanating from it contrasted with the sll of charred pavent and smoke nearby.

"Astrid?" he called aloud, making the young girl in front of him sneer loudly.

"Seriously? Do I look of blowjob-height to you?"

After the dragon's breath dissipated and his sight readjusted to the gloomy ambiance, he glanced at the enormous piece of black tal that had served as a shield and at its owner, a known, smug redhead girl.

"Alia Laflam? What are you doing here?"

"Don't misinterpret it, Ghost. I'm just passing by," she replied, looking at him from head to toe with a disdainful expression on her face. Sighing, she pulled out sothing from her inventory and tossed it in his direction. "Here. It kinda bothers to see your HP in the red. Look at you. Even my Battle Aura could kill you if I suddenly power up."

Alan examined the glass bottle filled with red liquid.

"Thanks... but..."

"Not now, Ghost, for that person is still around," Alia said, looking at the sidewalk 20 feet away from them, where the black-clothed girl jumped down.

"What the actual hell, you bitch?" she cried. "Why are you interrupting our date?!"

"Date?" Alia snickered. "Weren't you casting Slumbermare on him just a mont ago? Is that your way of showing interest, darling?"

Slumbermare? Alan turned to Alia, frowning. Isn't that what that Marco jerk did to the other day? So was this girl trying to get inside my head too?

Alan then noticed Alia smirking at him. "W-What?"

"I didn't know you were into yanderes, Ghost." Alia snickered. "That explains your relationship with Astrid perfectly."

"Please don't follow her ga," he whispered, before narrowing his eyes at the unknown girl. "And weren't you calling Little Mouse before, as if you were so sort of horny cat? What's with the 'date' crap now?!"

"H-Horny?" the girl stuttered. "I'm not—!"

"Why did you call Astrid a yandere, Alia?" Alan asked the redhead beside him, completely ignoring their enemy. "She's not so sort of psycho; she's a sweetie!"

"You have to be kidding . She literally killed thirty of her forr teammates because of you."

"That proves nothing. And what were you saying about a blowjob again? I didn't get that."

"Is that what worries you right now?!" Alia cried, blushing. "I said she's of 'blowjob-height,' got it? Or do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Oh, co on, she's not that short! She's 5 feet, 2 inches tall," he said with a straight face.

"Okay, that was not totally creepy... And use tric, you Imperial jerk."

"That's 157 cm," the girl in front of them said, nonchalantly.

"Thank you!" Alan nodded at her. "Did you hear that, Alia? Astrid is not short."

"She's below the standard, Ghost..."

"H-H-How tall are you, anyway?!"

"With or without high heels?"

"Wha—? Uh—Okay... Without?"

"Why do you ask? I don't think you'll ever see without them."

"Fine! How tall are you WHILE wearing heels?"

"What? Is this a fetish of yours?"

Alan sighed. "...Why are you so annoying?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I want us to be friends!"

"Reaaally? After all the things I did to you? Are you a creep AND a masochist?"

"I thought we were getting along after you helped yesterday."

"Hold on! What are you talking about?"

"At the Drinking Banshee, rember? When you locked in the ladies' bathroom."

Alia's face flushed imdiately, turning to the girl observing them. "I-It's not what it sounds! Dammit, Ghost! I didn't help you, okay?! It just—!" Alia pursed her lips, turning her tone of voice softer. "...benefitted to let you go..."

Seeing Alia getting flustered so easily made Alan grin. "So was saving from that dragon's laser beam also beneficial to you? Hmm?"

"I'm warning you, Ghost! I don't like that smirk of yo—" Alia got interrupted mid-sentence by sothing attempting to pierce her face. She dodged at the last second but got a slight cut on her left cheek.

"Yo! What the hell!" Alan cried.

The Girl in Black seed to glare at them through her hood. "Sorry! Did I interrupt your little chat?"

"It was more like bantering..."

"WHATEVER! We have prolonged this mouse chase for too long, Alan Warden. So tell your ddling friend to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, or she'll suffer the sa fate as the previous rat."

"What rat?" Alia asked Alan quietly. "And who's this bitch, anyway?"

"I think she's referring to that big guy from the guild—Oscar! Yes, that's his na. And... Um... She's that dragon's summoner."

"Okay, got it," Alia nodded. "But why is she targeting you? There's nothing interesting about your whole existence—" She narrowed her eyes at him, lost in thought. "Oh..." she expressed with pouty lips.

"What? What did you realize?"

Alia pulled him by the hand. "No ti. Run!"

"NOT AGAIN!" the Girl in Black cried, ready to use the sa technique she used to execute Oscar, but a sudden source of heat above her distracted her. "What the—Is that a maw?"

A huge feline engulfed in flas bit her head off before crashing against the concrete. Then, it roared victoriously, making itself be heard across the adjacent streets.

"I don't think that'll be enough," Alia muttered while running.

"Alia, wait! Why are we escaping?! I thought you'd kick her ass!"

"Is that why you were bantering with in front of her?! So she could get angry and target ?!"

"Maybe?"

She shut her eyes, gathering her patience. "Let's not talk about that for now, okay? Just answer this so both of us can be on the sa page. How do you know she summoned that dragon?"

"Because she did it in front of my eyes."

"Did you accidentally watch her do it? Is that the reason she's targeting you? Because you're the only witness?"

"No! She did it on purpose to prove so sort of philosophical bullshit!"

"HUH?! What are you talking about?!"

"She was saying nonsense! That our generation has turned lazy and complacent, and that she's the embodint of progress or so shit!"

Alia halted to look Alan in the eye. "You were talking with her?"

"Yes. In a park near—"

"What I'm trying to ask is—" Alia paused, shaking her head. "Was she looking for you from the start?"

Alan quickly grimaced. "What? No, NO! Of course not! I t her at this park near this... um... I don't know the na of that bridge! Anyway, she approached in a friendly way and..." He narrowed his eyes. "Why would you think she was looking for ? I... I'm unimportant."

"But you were doing sothing of value outside The Novus... weren't you?" she asked, looking apologetic. "Sothing that could risk 'the integrity of this ship and its population'?"

That sounded as if she was quoting ...

"How do you...?"

"I may... have heard your conversation with Marco yesterday," she admitted, half-smiling. "Tee-hee."

Alan's face turned bright red. "YOU WHAT?!"

A wail echoed through the street. Looking back, Alan saw a giant feline getting lifted by a pair of black tentacles impaling its body.

"There goes my Kirin," Alia exhaled, before exerting an explosive fire aura. "Listen to , Ghost, I'm not entirely sure what you're up to, but everything points to this girl knowing about it too."

"But that's impossible..." he whispered, looking at a huge black mass consuming Alia's cat summon. "Because the nace..."

Through his mind flashed the many different things the girl was saying. A sentence stood out among them.

'Your ancestors'...

She sounded weird when she said that. But no... It can't be. The nace I was talking about with Marco is not human...