Andrew White
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This was I with an old man. "Sure, I'll help." "You will?" "Yeah. …But, what? You don't want me to?" "No, young lad. I simply mean what I already told you: this old flesh and bones of mine can handle this task. Just finely. Young lad, you wouldn't happen to think your old uncle so weak, would you now?" "No, no. It's nothing like this." To the old man's concerns, I scoffed and told him he was strong enough. "You are. Just want to handle it by myself. Let me carry her a little." "Oh, hm." "The elven…
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Well, I could tell that, from my perspective, it was mankind who was weird to comprehend. No matter how many times my old man told me that normal people weren't born savant and independent as I had been, I couldn't imagine how that was possible. Were people really born as tiny worthless fussy crying red little versions of human adults? That would be so humiliating if you asked me. They say babies aren't even capable of real intellectual speech and reflection before they aged at least 15 years. Impressive,…
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"...Is that so." "Yes. But… forgetting about all that, as I said, don't rush through it, okay? Work as my servant soldier right immediately? Are you so looking forward to it you should want to start today, fufu?" So I wouldn't start today. "What, don't make that face." "But when should I, then, ma'am?" "Well, that's a good question! You remember I mentioned the heroes—my heroes—before?" It's true she mentioned heroes saying they came from the "other side," but what of them? "Well, you shall have…
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"Being acquainted with the aforementioned conditions, work under me and me alone." "Hm…" "What do you say?" I had a lot to say. First off, I wanted to clarify some things. What drove her to doing all of this was the fact that she needed a powerful weapon she could trust. A powerful weapon that would be her asset alone. The kind of tool that shall serve her, at the palace, where she, for more than one reason she didn't dive into, could do with someone's help, and work under her alone. I imagined the…
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But it isn't just that. Potential isn't just might and power. Or let's say that it is, but it should never go without being fulfilled. It couldn't be wasted. At any cost, it couldn't. This was the golden rule of potential. As a matter of fact, wasted potential was potential no more, the royalty explained. Take a river, for example. What is a river? It's flowing, pouring water so fast and so strongly at a given location, then it's running down and down for hours on end, shaking every little obstacle that…
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Now she truly pitied me. What was it with her? I mean, so many crazy people in my life. She was scared senseless minutes ago, but now she had forgotten it all. Should I remind her I could be her nightmare at any time? I probably shouldn't, no. I guess she was maybe still a little afraid of me, in any case. As she was a noble lady of the palace, one of the direct descendants of the king, no less, she had a good poker face and couldn't let her true emotions show through easily. But what a hypocrite anyway:…
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I made up my mind, and maybe I could hear the girl out while I was at it. There was also, as usual, the fact that the System guided me here, to do this particular quest, and so I should probably follow my power's instructions. It never failed to surprise me in a good way, after all. "Speak," I coldly ordered. When I withdrew my aura and hostility, she didn't stammer so much. "I truly am sorry. I do not know what to understand of this— of our situation. I did indeed think that the matter was clear…
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"Hand over the silvers, now, would ya? …Uh, ma'am." Crap. That probably didn't go out as intended. But it was right. If, as I had reasoned, we were here to trade heads and silver coins, well, now she needed to hold her end of the deal and pour some silvers on me. That wouldn't happen. Now, the Warlord Orc finally had gotten his revenge on the evil humans, as he had told me. After it had done so, crushing many mountains and soldier enemies, on the 2D map, it also managed to shake off most of the soldiers…
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Boarding one edge of the longest desk, her footsteps came to a stop as her short heels reluctantly stopped their Tip tap tip tap-singing sound. Beside the classic table, and in the relaxing silence of the chamber she opened to me, one of her hands, that was previously anxiously stroking the strategic board's smooth wooden surface, went up and unbuttoned the single button keeping her white cape on her shoulders. Swiftly, by first letting it slide down her exposed, delicate shoulders, she took it off with…
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The royal lady and the young clerk were gray and motionless for a second, too, as the white clouds of mana, like a divine intervention, worked their magic, and everything went back to "normal." To the "normal" course of events, right. New instructions from the Quest kicked in, and I apparently needed to accompany the royal lady to someplace where we could finally talk it out. The turn of events felt a little off ways, figuring I initially swung by this place for trading an orc head and getting my silvers,…
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