Ice Queen in Another World V1 [Completed]

[17] Skewers

"You can call me Fieth Tross, this is my assistant, Aura Fiora," The young man smiled, extending his hand out.

The girl behind him nodded with a smile.

"Claire Hill," She briefly shook the man's hand.

He nodded, his eyes moving to her left, extending his hand.

"Alicia Fraught," Alicia nodded, she didn't take his hand, she continued, "You are annoying."

Although she appeared disinterested and listless, her voice still carried with it that same sharpness as always. Her words were neither meant to be hurtful nor meant to praise, she had simply said her thoughts and pierced through the mind of the listener.

She was blunt like Claire, but unlike her, she didn't care one bit.

"..." Fieth was speechless, but for some reason...he felt as if he couldn't be angry at the girl? It was an odd sensation, but similar to Aura, he felt her innocence.

"Can we leech off of you?" Claire asked.

"...what?" Fieth didn't quite understand.

"We don't have an inn or money for one with us right now...so...could we leech off of you?"

Why was this girl being so honest? Shouldn't she be crafty and try and worm her way into his mind for free boarding? However, he had made a partnership with them, and he had been gifted their authorization to follow along on the request—although he had qualms against them, he felt that he could at least pay them back for helping him get closer to the first chapter of 'his' legend.

Furthermore, money wasn't something he lacked after successfully being pronounced the next successor of the Tross family. The status of a Hero has already proven its worth. As long as he had it, he would be amongst few, a special and untouchable existence. Heroes were driven towards danger and fortunes, they saved others while endangering themselves, there was almost no one that didn't look up to heroes--especially the Sword Saint.

Since he was a kid, he had long dreamed of being a hero.

They were currently walking through the narrowing houses and buildings, it seemed as if they had become trapped in a maze. Night had arrived, and within the city carved from stone, a warm orange glow pervaded. Even with the setting sun at the back of the mountain, lanterns hung and the people still busied themselves about. Darkness did not mean absolute silence, there was still a number of individuals walking to and fro, and there was just enough light for them. Various shops were still open, the many stalls lined the twisting roadway, and the smell of meat lingered in the air. They walked downwards, towards the iron gates of the city.

Through the corner of his eye, he noticed Claire and Alicia looking towards a stall. One stared intently and the other almost drooled with a gulp. There was currently a well-dressed couple in front of the old woman running it, she handed them two skewers of enticing meat.

Fieth Tross sighed as he moved his legs and soon arrived before the stall.

"Two please," He asked, looking at the price tag, and dropping down five large copper coins—or fifty small coppers.

The old lady didn't bother counting them, putting it in the pouch at her waist, she quickly opened up a hatch in her stall. There was smoke, and an enticing smell quickly wafted out, she brought out two skewers.

She smiled, handing them over, "You sure take care of your sisters well, I wish my son was even a bit like you instead of rotting away in that office of his."

He grimaced slightly at those words but took them without a word of his own, only nodding.

They were still warm.