So somehow, I managed to let my chuunibyou urges takeover. Ok, to be honest, I only let them live because I was scared they might have possessed a sort of connection to an actual hero. If a hero got angry at me, I'd be in for a ride which I wasn't interested in at the moment.
I wanted to just let them go away, but the Marcus guy was following me and I couldn't just teleport into a random spot in the city while Yokino was missing. If someone related to these guys had done something to Yokino (Like captured her), I could use these guys as hostages or bargaining chips as well.
We were currently walking down the streets.
"Have you eaten ice cream, before?"
Marcus asked me.
'Hmmm? Ice cream?'
"Yep. It is sweet ice that you can eat during hot seasons like this one."
Ice cream existed in this world? That sounded like fun, but now wasn't the time. I refused the offer and kept on walking about the streets quietly. I was headed towards the point on my map where Kawaii was. She had moved from where she was last night, although that would have been a bit tough to notice since the map had no details whatsoever – a blank space with a dot on it.
"Tori, which hero is your favorite?"
Marcus asked something in my ear, but something came to my legs. I looked down and saw a chicken. Confused, I tried to pet it, but it took a step back.
"HAHA! Found you, Sister!"
The damned chicken spoke to me.
'W-What?'
"Did you know? Oh! The Dark Church approaches!"
'What?'
"Hey Tori."
"The Dark Church! HAHA! They seek to destroy us! We shan't allow this!"
'Shan't allow what? And who is we?'
BAM!
A metal cage came slamming down over the chicken, startling me. A skinny shirtless kid slid a piece of board under it, then lifted it up.
"Damned chickens! Running all around."
He turned around to leave and I tried to grab his arm, however, Marcus grabbed mine.
"Tori! Can you hear me?!"
The retarded blonde shouted in my ear. I grabbed his ear and brought him to his knees.
"Ow! Ow! I-I apologise!"
'You don't interrupt a busy person, understand?'
"Y-Yes, yes."
I turned around, but then the boy was gone.
'What happened to the boy that was here a minute ago?'
"W-What bo-OW!"
'Some shrimp. A little taller than me, pale skin, no meat, dirty hair, black eyes?'
"That sounds like every boy in this city.
Mira said and I realized it immediately. Looking all around, the kids were skinny and in rags. Not wanting to think about depressing things, I decided to answer his question.
'Why would I have a favorite hero, you idiot?'
"How the hell am I supposed to know!? Everyone has a favorite hero, you damned brat!"
I seemed to have triggered him. If I continued, we would have gone on like this endlessly, but this wasn't the time for this.
'Erm… the flashy one?'
I let go off his ears and responded quietly just to shut him up. But he went further.
"The [Paladin of Supreme Thunder] or the [Heavenly Judge of Blood Red Flames]?"
'How the heck does [The Heavenly Judge of Blood Red Flames] sound flashy?'
"The [Paladin of Supreme Thunder] then? Me too! Although people argue that the Heavenly Judge is better."
'No, that's not what I said-'
Completely ignoring me, he brought his face closer while showing off how much of a geek he was.
"I mean, no one likes the little girl type. We all prefer the big busty ones, do we not?"
"Preach, brother!"
The big guy in the back shouted and I noticed all the girls giving them glares, but they didn't care. Marcus proceeded.
"Still, I guess we can't technically call those guys [Heroes]. They are just [Paladins] of course. Some are even just [Hero Candidates] that are abnormally strong. For instance, there's that person from the New Kyoto Empire. A new [Paladin] that was announced this year. He was a [Hero Candidate] just a few months ago according to gossip. Apparently another one popped up too. There are rumours that the Demons are actually gathering their forces. Some say a war could broker out between both parties and that's what the Holy Mexar Empire is preparing for, bu-"
This guy really liked to talk a lot, didn't he?
'Shut it.'
I put my hands to his lips. He was getting unbearable by the second. He was almost as bad as Manabu from back on Earth.
'Let's go get ice cream or something.'
He nodded his head quietly.
***
So I ended up just going to get ice cream with the party. Although there was a weird moment with talking chickens. Apparently no one else could hear them other than me, so I would ignore that. Either he poison's effects from the previous night were probably working or I could understand them because I was well… a chicken myself. Both of which made no sense to me since logically speaking, I wasn't a chicken and [Poison Resistance] should have erased the poison from my veins already.
In the end I left it all to my chuunibyou urges taking over for a brief moment. The ice cream parlour was run by some buff guy with turquoise blue skin and white markings wearing nothing but a dirty apron and pants. I was having second thoughts on the matter till Marcus told me this guy was actually an Ice Nymph. He was a wandering Ice cream seller, looking to make use of his Blessing to feed everyone in the world and make them happy. Apparently this wasn't their first, or second, or third time meeting.
This day just kept on getting more and more redundant by the second. I could feel a migraine coming so I just took the ice cream reluctantly and stored it in my item box. Its effects were, to be honest, phenomenal. It was the only thing I had seen that could give and increase my stamina points. Also, that guy had a unique skill called [Chef's Touch].
Well… I'd just let the copyright handle all of that for me.
"Isn't it weird how we always meet that guy?"
Mira stared suspiciously at the ice cream cone in her hand. Her more reserved twin was sniffing it curiously before taking a lick.
The elf dropped the cone elsewhere whereas Grey at the back of the room was licking it a bit more voraciously than the others.
"Good as always."
He said after finishing it. Celica showed open angst towards him and slapped his broad chest.
"You really should mind what you eat, even if you're from the Dwulvrian Tribe."
She yelled at him, but he couldn't care less. He just yawned and patted her head, causing her face to flush red.
"You know, you'd probably find it easier to get a husband if you don't shout too much."
"W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WHAT?! I-I-I-I-I'm only fifty-four, you know? I- I am relatively young amongst my people!"
She immediately went to her defense in an almost comical manner. I noticed the others staring at both of them with smug expressions.
"In that case, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having me then? I actually like em young."
"I w-w-w-won't ac-ac-accept y-you! N-Not in a million years!"
"Sure, sure, keep talking, red."
He let go of her head and grabbed her up onto his shoulder where she kept mumbling to herself.
"C'mon guys! We've known him for quite a while now. I don't think you should be getting suspicious of his food now."
I sent a message to Daryl through [Telepathy]. And he immediately took three steps away from where I stood. I sighed and looked at Nukeme who was busily eyeing everything. I noticed his skill [Eye of Gold] was working fervently. He didn't know it, but this skill was a Magical skill that allowed him to identify the value of anything he laid eyes on. He also had a title called [Fate of the World's Luckiest]. It was a title that dictated his destiny and apparently made sure he would be happy and lucky in life.
The title's effects were so overpowered I actually wanted to steal it, but I couldn't do that. At least, I didn't know how to. I was currently having him scan the entire room for anything of value which I would have glossed over.
"Tori-sama… those two things over there."
He pointed at two people standing some distance away. I didn't understand what he meant till I checked out their stats. I was honestly surprised, but I decided to keep quiet about it. They must have belonged to someone important and judging by the way no one in the room had talked about them, it was either due to it being an unspoken rule or everyone simply not knowing.. Either way, I would just shut my beak about them.
