Free Web NovelChapter 12: You Want To See My Sword?
"Fredrinn, Freddy..." He shrugged, "I don’t mind either of them if the one speaking is you."
Andrea was speechless for a split second before cracking a wide smile, like she couldn’t be happier about the flirt.
In her mind, some cheesy flirty replies popped up, but she shut them down in an instant, not wanting to seem too eager.
"Fredrinn sounds good to me then." She replied while playfully tucking her hair behind her ear, her eyes fixated on Fredrinn’s while the poor Rhea watched her sister flirt with the man she was already sitting with. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Of course, he wasn’t her boyfriend or something, but it still left a sour taste in her mouth how her own sister was cutting her off like she didn’t mean anything.
Not like this was the first time she was trying to take what belonged to Rhea anyway.
But just as the thought popped into Rhea’s head, she went into a spiral, debating with herself that Fredrinn did NOT belong to her. How could she say that Andrea was taking something that belonged to her?
Unknown to the introverted cutie’s thoughts, Fredrinn began to talk with Andrea lightly while still taking a few bites of the shared ramen cup.
"So Rhea was telling me how this group was formed. And I also heard that Jacob is an awakener like me?" Fredrinn casually mentioned, increasing his own value in Andrea’s eyes by reminding her that he was an awakener.
In Apolasia that wouldn’t mean shit, hell, it would be derogatory there, but here, it meant... something at the least.
"Mmhm, that he is." Andrea replied cutely in her childish and sweet voice, before inching closer to Fredrinn’s side of the table.
He caught the gesture immediately, shifting aside as he gestured for her to take a seat besides him.
Andrea didn’t shy away either. She sat next to him, their shoulders brushing for a split second before some gap was created.
[ <LUST> suggests that host does not focus on one girl entirely. ]
[ <LUST> can sense slight emotional fluctuations from the voluntary thrall candidate, Rhea. ]
Fredrinn’s eyes swept over his companion’s chimes before looking at Rhea sitting across him, her head down and her eyes unfocused as if she was in a deep thought.
But from the slight grit in her teeth, he figured enough that she wasn’t happy at the moment.
"So, you two are part of the main group or something?" He said calmly, his eyes alternating between the two sisters so at least Rhea can understand that he was also talking to her.
But before the shy girl could respond, Andrea confidently chimed in.
"Something like that indeed, and considering how much of a liking Jacob is taking to you, I don’t doubt that you’re going to be a part of it soon enough."
"That’s an honour indeed." Fredrinn chuckled, "Though I am curious about how strong Jacob is."
It was an important question, since from the system he knew that Jacob’s skill was ranked a tier lower than the epic grade, which was rare.
So how strong would a rare ranked awakener be? And in addition, how much stronger would the next tier, like Fredrinn’s fake identity, be?
"He’s strong enough to kill the weaker zombies in a blow or two if he has a decent weapon." Andrea shrugged, not really interested in the fighting genre of the conversation, but keeping it going regardless.
’Strong enough to kill in a blow or two, huh... so he should be around my physical strength without enhancing my body with mana. But, I can’t judge based on her observation since it isn’t sure whether he was channeling mana in his body while fighting or not.’ Fredrinn reasoned before putting a lid on the topic for another time.
"Though, speaking of the weapon, we over there were just discussing your sword. Where did you even get your hands on a real sword around here?" Andrea shot a question before Fredrinn could speak.
’Meh, it’s just a basic iron sword from Apolasia, since magic weapons were banned during the duel. What a bummer, I couldn’t even bring my spatial ring here.’
He thought, but of course he couldn’t say that.
"This? Well, it’s an old sword. A family heirloom, if you will, though we just used it for decoration in the past." he replied.
Andrea leaned forward, her wide cleavage gazing at Fredrinn invitingly while he summoned his years of restraint to hold off the ’rising desires’.
"Really??" She asked excitedly, "I have never seen a real sword before! You said it was old, so is it even sharp? Can I see it, please???"
"You want to see my sword?" Fredrinn hummed softly, his tone playful and his eyes looking into her deep blue eyes. freewēbnoveℓ.com
"Huh?" Andrea’s fake sweet voice broke the character for a second before she slapped his hand in an exaggerated motion, "Come on! You know that’s not what I meant!"
"Ah, so you don’t want to see it? Bummer, I was getting excited."
"Stop pulling my leg! I was talking about the real sword!"
"???" Fredrinn faked a confused expression, "Of course that’s what I was talking about as well. What did you think?"
"..." Andrea looked back into her eyes, and she definitely wasn’t like her sister as she confidently held the eye-contact.
"I thought nothing." She said in the same fake voice, before pointing at the sheathed blade that was placed tied around Fredrinn’s waist, "So! Can I see it?"
Fredrinn shrugged, giving a glance at Rhea who had pulled the cup ramen back to her side of the table while looking at her sister and him talking.
She pretended not to look or eavesdrop, but the mention of the sword had caught her attention as well.
After all, it was common knowledge that women loved swords. Especially the bigger ones.
She caught him looking at her and quickly pretended like she was simply eating, making him chuckle as he unbuckled the scabbard and placed it on the table gently.
"Don’t mind the smell, I had to use it a couple of times." he warned, before sliding the blade slightly out of the scabbard.
Luckily, even the iron sword of Apolasia had remarkable craftsmanship, curved slightly with an elegant pommel at the base.
The metal reflected the light, showing faint marks of dried blood as even after wiping off the blade, some of it remained.
But in the apocalypse, women, especially smart women didn’t need a man who can carry an elegant sword that has never been used... They wanted someone who could protect them.
And those marks of blood served as a clear reminder that Fredrinn was the latter.
Andrea was sold on the spot, leaning forward as she gently pressed her index finger on the sharpened side of the blade, not minding that her hand was also brushing against his skin.
Hell, it seemed like she was intentionally doing it.
"It looks cool." She said, shifting her gaze upwards and looking into his eyes sideways.
The look in her eyes was completely different this time around.
