Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 49: A Pleasant Day

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: A Pleasant Day

The weather in the Underworld doesn't change, a warm region will always be a warm region. And it only rains in a region where it always rains — how it underground, well, the scientists said it had something to do with the condensation and the thin mysterious fog that veiled atop regions, but the majority of people just treat it as magic.

So, in retrospect, a pleasant region will always be a pleasant region. Unfortunately for Rhys, his relatively pleasant day was about to be ruined.

"Ew, did it just look at me!?"

The sound of disgust, it has been a few months since he last heard of that coming from someone's mouth and reaching into his ears. No, this was different. The others usually just do it out of jeer or wanting to taunt him.

But this lady in front of her, Rhys could feel the utter disgust in her words.

"Remove your eyes from Lady Cynthia!"

Rhys, however, did in fact not remove her eye from the so-called Lady Cynthia, even looking at her from head to toe. How could he not, when this was probably the very first time he was seeing a Noble? Except for Sylas West, of course.

Cynthia had purple hair, it was curled at the ends as it reached her shoulders; almost incandescent as light reflected from it, but not really glowing — a sure tell sign that one is a Noble. Her purple glowing hair offered a sort of weird contrast with her skin which was even paler than Lina's.

She was wearing cargo pants and a tight white shirt. And judging from how clean they were, she probably specifically just bought them for this moment.

"I said, remove your eyes from Lady Cynthia!"

One of Cynthia's entourage could no longer help himself as he saw Rhys refusing to look away from her. He rushed toward Rhys, seemingly wanting to grab him by his collar. Rhys's reflexes, however, after 2 months of fighting beasts and hissyrs, became even more... abnormal.

"W—!!!"

He learned to not stop his body from moving on its own, letting it dodge by itself so he could focus on something else or what to do next — and what he did next was grab the man rushing toward him by the wrist, tripping him to the ground before grabbing his other hand and putting it behind the man's back; completely restraining him.

The man tried to resist, but he could not seem to free his hands.

"What is going on here!?"

Before Cynthia could finish her words, an old man approached them from the distance; his steps as hasty as possible and his voice also as loud. And as soon as he saw someone pinning down one of Cynthia's people, he quickly rushed toward Rhys and pushed him to the side.

"What is going on here!?" The old man looked around to assess the situation.

"These civilians are trespassing in a restricted area, sir," Rhys, however, did not do anything and just stood up straight as he recognized who the old man was — it was the old man talking to Ayesha earlier.

"Hector!" Cynthia immediately looked at the old man before pointing at Rhys, "Have this man arrested for looking at me and hurting Alan!"

"Are... are you okay, Lady Cynthia!?" The old man practically circled around Cynthia to check if there was even a speck of dirt on her. And after checking she was fine, he quickly turned to look at Rhys with his eyebrows lowered.

"You, what do you think you're doing!? What division do you belong—" The man looked at Rhys's uniform first as his eyes were only at the level of Rhys's chest. As soon as he realized this, however, he quickly looked at Rhys's face that was covered with his hair... finally realizing who he was, "You..."

Hector then walked closer to Rhys and lowered his voice, "...You're the one with Commander Ayesha."

"Yes, sir," Rhys nodded.

"Right..."

Hector then cleared his throat several times as he walked back to Cynthia and smiled nervously, "...This is all just a misunderstanding, Lady Cynthia. Perhaps we can all just forget this happened...

...please?"

"Huh...?"

"...Please?" Hector pleaded with his weak voice; sweat, starting to form on his wrinkled face even in a pleasant day.