Chapter 4: Chapter4

'Ding!' echos across the room, 'Ding!'

The chilling air engulfs Aiden's creaking body. The morning sun ran through the curtains, staging the stirred dust going to and fro endlessly. A dull thumping creeps from below. Aiden's eyes fluttered open, observed the annoying yellow screen, and slept again.

"Hey! Is that how you treat your savior?" A matching text slowly appeared on the screen.
"If they abandon me halfway, then yeah," Aiden murmured. "Especially in the middle of nowhere." Aiden waved his hand, like shooing a fly, and released a gust of wind, sending the screen flying. "Annoying," Aiden sighed, rolling in bed. "Five minutes."

The screen rushed up, 'Ding!' -ing all the way. "Young sir! No 'five minutes for you! Who was the one taught you when and how to use magic? Who was the one who reincarnated you after that menace, Truck-kun, ran you over? I swear that thing will track you down and run you over. Again."

Aiden swung his legs over the bed's side, "Whatta you want?" He said, rubbing his face. 'I need to wash.'

"It's easy. Pass this note to Alyssa downstairs. She will help you if you do." Suddenly a note appeared on the floor. "Also, your hubby will chase," the system rapidly said. "Bye now!~" 'Bweop' and that irking thing left.

"... What did you just say?" Aiden said as he picked up the note, it felt odd like it wasn't there. 'Wierd, where are my nerves at? I have no feeling at his fingertips.' He glanced over the room, noting no system and all the extravagance the world can muster. 'So this is a room fit for a noble? At least there's a bath.'
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"Good morning Aiden. I hope you slept well," Betty said, removing her blacksmith glove. "Are you heard to talk about designing a weapon?" Betty asked, walking towards a dark door behind the messy forging workshop.

'The same trash about designing.' Aiden thought. "Morning. Yeah, I am." 'Why did she even bother asking?'

Meanwhile, the towering figure already stood above Aiden.

"Call. Me. Alyssa." She then turned toward Betty, "Get. A Chair." Betty nods and heads off.

"Morning," Aiden said, passing a note. "Someone told me to give this to you." She grabbed the note nodding her head.

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Inhaling, Alyssa said, "Pommel, grip and crossgaurd. What're their colors?"

"Um... actually, can you forge me a gun?"

"Gun? What gun?" Betty came in with a chair and offered it to Aiden.

"Are they called a fire-?" The surrounding air became snow, perpetually flying up and down, hailstones pouring down, pelting the wood floors.

Betty covered Aiden's mouth. "Hehe, Master, he meant if he can go get firewood with me for the free room." She dragged Aiden out of the shop, slamming the door behind her.

A few minutes later, Alyssa calmed down, but the cold air lingered like blood on a battlefield. Returning to her dark room, she looked down at the note. Reading crumpling and throwing it into the clean forge, bursting into flames.
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"Are you an actual idiot!! Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, knows Master hates firearms!" She said, yanking her hair. "UGH!"

"Why would Alyssa hate guns?"

Betty sharply turned her head, "So you know nothing. I guess you are a commoner." She sighed, "Well, whatever! I was going to make my special brownies tonight. I will tell you along the way." She walks off, Aiden trailing behind.

 

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