Chapter 9 - Amphitheater, Part 2

While being dragged Nyos replied "Well yes, but it's more fun the way I do it, don't you think?"

When they were close enough, Keil let go of Nyos's hair like it was trash and put on a terrifying expression that only Nyos could see "Present yourself the right way!"

Unable to resist Keil's intimidation, Nyos trembled slightly as his carefree stance was changed to a totally firm one.

"Yeah… Well…" With a much more terrifying look from Keil, Nyos was able to loosen his tongue and speak, although more than speaking, it was a prolonged shout "I am Nyos Minska! General of the Tower of Art and custodian of the west wing of the castle!"

"It's nice… see you?… Nyos. I hope I'm not interrupting anything "those were Zark's words; Although he himself had not realized that, his words conveyed enough calm and kindness to calm Nyos, who was in a tense situation on the part of Keil.

Although Zark's words must have shown that there was no problem, apparently Nyos did not understand the difference between kindness and the show of generosity.

"Well, if you put it like that ... actually if he was doing something ..."

If Keil had had his sword, he would pry it open in Nyos's chest, but doing such an action before his lord would have been shameful; The only thing he could do to save this situation was simply raise one of his fists (without the master of him noticing) and silently threaten Nyos with death.

Feeling his blood run cold and that possibly at any moment his heart would be ripped from his chest, Nyos corrected his words "well… no. What I mean is that you, Lord Zark, are the owner of the castle. No matter the time of your visit, it could never be called an interruption! " his last words were more like a gasp than anything else.

"Yes ... I wouldn't want to be a bother" although his voice was indecisive, Zark's body language let his subordinates know that there were no problems.

Walking calmly, he made his way to the center of the arena, observing every detail meticulously, until his gaze reached the VIP area.

The new unnatural perception of him told her, in that place there was another entity.

Keil knew his master very well, so he was able to predict his next possible action, staring at Nyos, asking "Where is Frey? He is supposed to be in this place. "

Hearing Keil's question, Nyos abruptly turned and looked at the VIP room, then yelled out loud "eehh Frey! Take hold and get off! They already found out that you are hiding! "

In the VIP lounge area, a trembling shadow could be seen.

"He was hiding himself?" Keil asked questioningly.

"Mmm ... yes ... maybe ... maybe ..." Nyos's answer didn't get to any particular point.

Glancing at the dark elf, Zark asked "why?"

"I'm not him, but he's probably very shy."

A calm and serious voice responded to Nyos' slanders. Due to the distance the VIP area was, normally a miracle would be required to hear it. But since the structure combined good design with spells to enhance the voice, that situation was not a problem for the person who was in that place.

"Eehh ... don't speak ill of me."

The three who were in the arena of the amphitheater directed their gazes directly to the place from which the voice came, and as if these were deadly weapons, the figure that was on top immediately tried to hide.

"Frey, is that you?" Keil asked calmly "Our master, Lord Zark came to this place to do some things."

Unlike the calm and deep voice heard previously, this time a sharp and broken voice was heard "Frey is not here today, come back later" it seemed that whoever was speaking was trying to fake a high-pitched voice.

Keil seemed the last straw, as someone decent that she is, such behavior was unacceptable "Frey! Your way of acting is totally indecent. "

"Indecent? ... Eh" again the deep voice was heard, but immediately the sharp voice returned "You are wrong, come back later, Frey is not there."

On the other hand, for Zark, the whole situation was impressive, but impressive in a positive way; the possibility that fictional characters created for an RPG campaign were real and had personality left him speechless.

Relaxing his posture.

If they were his subordinates, his generals, his guardians, then he must act as someone worthy of the position of his character, he must be Zark Ar Zathot.

"Frey" who spoke was Zark, his thick voice resounded in the place producing a slight echo effect. "I know my arrival was sudden, that is understandable, but my affairs are of vital importance to the castle, I must discuss a couple of things with my generals."

As a Lord, he must understand the power of using words and seeing the truth behind them. Sometimes it is necessary to tell a lie to reassure people.

Keil seemed immediately relieved to find that her master was not offended.

On the other hand, the pressure on Nyos began to slowly ease and he looked back towards the VIP room.

"You heard it. Our great master, Lord Zark came to this area to meet us. "

"Eehh ... I don't want to go down, you guys are so far away. Why don't we do it here better?"

"In that case Frey. If you're so scared of jumping, I'm going to kick you down! " It was Nyos's blunt solution to the hidden Frey's dilemma.

Resigned to defeat, Frey sighed "mmm ... Good ... But I'll go down the stairs ..."

"Are you planning to keep Lord Zark waiting? Get down at once! " Subtlety aside, Keil's words came straight to Frey.

"It's okay. It's okay."

With no other choice, a burly figure leapt down. When landing on the ground there was a heavy impact that raised dust, unlike Nyos which did not produce any noticeable effect due to its fall. Probably due to his different abilities.

After landing and the dust cloud had cleared, she began to walk relaxed; a glance at where it fell would reveal that the ground had been cracked from the impact.