Debuffed Farmer

I was once again talking with the guild woman.

“Well done on getting the Life Bulb. That was honestly pretty impressive considering—you.”

That was probably a subtle quip at me but I took the liberty to ignore it.

“Thanks. I’ve come back to buy a house.”

“With the money you earned from the mission I assume.”

“Yeah. What type of house can I get with that?”

She turned around, swaying her long, braided hair an inch from my face. I could feel the frizzed end strands nearly scrape my nose, but they missed by about a millimetre. There probably wasn’t a reason for me to describe that in such detail but it took me by surprise. Her hairstyle wasn’t usually like that; normally it’s just let loose, flowing lusciously (or something).

Grabbing out the folder of housing options, she walked back over to me.

“How much did you want to spend?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe two or three gold?”

“Alright, that’s a decent amount. I’ll see what I can do.”

She began to flip through the folder, looking through various different habitats. At this point, anything was better than our shitty hut. But two to three gold did seem like a lot, so hopefully it can get something good. Maybe I’d even be able to buy a mansion—who knows how much that costs.

She flipped the folder toward me.

“Here’s one for three gold.”

I looked down at the page.

It was so—

Bang!

This time, I wasn’t just joking for dramatic effect.

Chairs were flung into the air. Tables flipped over. Plates, cutlery and food smashed all over the ground. Screams filled the air. Short sentences build suspense. I’m running out of descriptions. Air filled my lungs. I breathed out. I breathed in—

“Rin, do something!”

Seria pulled herself over the counter.

Crap.

I didn’t actually see what caused the whole scene, but stuff was flying everywhere. Despite there being a lot of ‘adventurers’ here, there was a lot of panic and not a lot of actual fighting.

Suddenly, blood spread along the ground as people began to get cut down. This is not good, the nice wooden panels on the floor were being stained.

Finally, a few people began to draw their weapons and look around.

Shit, where was this thing?

I concentrated the EM-waves around me. Maybe this was just the situation I needed to learn some new manoeuvres.

For a split second, I caught a glimpse of a girl. She was wearing a blue dress with some light stripes or something. Her hair was also light blue—I guess that was her aesthetic.

Several people fell to the ground.

What was going on?

Blood spewed over the tables as several adventurers fell to the ground. Their armour and weapons appeared useless in front of the girl as she cut them down in an instant. Several of the Chads were quite severely injured.

Floating enchantingly, she stood atop a table.

There was a moment of silence.

With a soft, charming voice, she spoke.

“Sorry, this is the higher-up’s order.”

…

The door slammed open and a certain raven-haired girl joined the fray. She began to conjure the EM-wave sword in her hands.

“What the hell are you doing here, Giselle?”

The light-blue-haired girl turned around.

“I’m just following orders, Clara~.”

Clara took a step back and raised her sword, but the light-blue-haired girl didn’t appear phased at all.

Clara looked up at her sternly.

“What orders?”

“Does that matter to you, honours student?”

“Of course it does!”

“What about it?”

“You can’t just come in killing everyone…”

Giselle floated down and placed her blade back into its sheath. Stretching her arms a little, she approached Clara.

I might get a closer view.

I had no idea what was happening here but they definitely seemed to have history. Maybe it was about Sky Fourier.

Giselle laughed a little.

“As I said, Clara, I’m following orders. Take it up with the higher-ups.”

“What are the orders? Are you going to kill me too?”

Clara pointed her sizzling blade up at Giselle’s neck. The slight flashes which looked like electricity seemed to be sapping her, but Giselle didn’t move.

“Nope. You’re fine to go about your day.”

“You don’t expect me to just not care about this, right?”

“Why not? It’s not like you to care about others, Clara.”

Well, she was right about that.

Suddenly, Clara leapt forward and slashed at Giselle. Bending back a little, she dodged the blade and kicked the black-haired girl in the face. There was a loud thump as Clara smashed through the debris and found herself clawing up from the ground.

Shit, this Giselle girl was strong. Even Clara didn’t seem to stand a chance.

I walked forward a little and she suddenly turned to look at me.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Eh? Um, I’m nobody. Actually, I’m Clara’s friend.”

I didn’t want to seem too edgy today.

…

She dashed toward me and drew her blade.

She dashed toward me and drew her blade.

She dashed toward me and drew her blade.

…

Fuck.

…

Wait.

What?

No.

Am I still alive?

I can’t fight someone like her.

I touched my abs.

I touched my stomach.

I touched my peni—

Okay, I’m still alive.

…

“Huh?” There was a cute little sound from the light-blue-haired girl. She twirled back around to look at me again. Her hair swayed a little, differently to the guild lady, “I’m sure I just stabbed you. How are you alive?”

“I don’t know.”

I really didn’t know.

She slid her sword back into its sheath.

“Interesting. So you say you’re Clara’s friend.”

“Well, I think I am, at least.”

She scratched her head. Well, she didn’t actually since people don’t do that in real life, but it was fair to say that she was confused by my statement.

“You think?”

“It’s complicated.”

She sighed.

Ignoring me, she turned back to Clara.

…

“So, I’ve got a question for you, honours student.”