Ice Queen in Another World V1 [Completed]

[37] Walking Dead

The wind blew the scent of blood into the air and rustled the leaves behind the group. The shadows of the boy squirmed and moved with restlessness, his dark cloak dancing until his steps became none and he stood beneath them—so still he became that they really did come to believe him inhuman.

They watched below, crimson river reflected in their eyes, blades at the ready, and anticipation building. They wished he were not an enemy, wished he wouldn't suddenly take the mass of beasts to attack them, but adventurers and soldiers were careful people. His ghastly blue eyes that flickered like flames did not do much to compel them from caution.

Behind the boy, sounds slowly died as beasts killed one another. Seconds trickled, bloody seconds, and soon the last of them fell in a pool of its own gore amidst the river.

Finally, when all was quiet, and still, the figure opened its lips.

"Excuse me!"

The voice that came out was less monstrous than they thought it would be. In fact, it appeared too normal. Normal and weary, with a pinch of fear in it. The blue orbs of the boy fluttered like gas, or smoke, and shook as he spoke.

"Are you here to help me?"

The boy shouted from a hundred feet below them. Help him? They tilted their heads. What could they possibly help him with? He had just walked through a massacre of beasts, unarmed in the least, they could not do the same.

Via Goodwill was the first to reply, pointing one of her short swords down and twisting it within the air.

"The fuck are you on about?"

Claire frowned.

She lacked the concern the rest of them held as she knew what the boy was. They might not believe him a hero, but she had yet to meet an instance where a Sacred Text lied. Of course, merely being a hero did not automatically make the encounter good, but it did negate the treatment the group had of him. He was not a beast nor a monster.

'Well. . .he's a ghost,' She corrected herself.

"I think we should meet him," She said.

Puzzled eyes fell on her. Evidently, these soldiers and conscripted adventurers were not the type to wander off to take a glance at an unknown danger.

"Meet him?" Albert Stref stroked his chin, then nodded. "That seems to be the only choice for now. Would you three do the pleasures? Claire, Alicia, and Via?"

He spoke to Claire, Via, and a bored-looking Alicia, then faced the adventures, pointing to the armor-clad individual with a crossbow strapped to his back. Save for the two mages the team had, he was the only person there with a ranged weapon.

"Allen, could you?"

"On it," A contorted voice replied, kneeling down and aiming his weapon at the ghost-like boy.

"Wha—what are you doing!?" The 'hero' cried out in alarm, eyes of ethereal blue jumping in his sockets, the face under the hood only recognizable as pale.

"We're sending our 'envoys' down," Albert yelled back. Letting the words 'strongest three' die in his mind. "Stay where you are, would you?"

"That's. . ." The boy murmured to himself, then spoke, "Alright! Please, I just want to get out of here!"

Azure swirled in the air and a platform of ice was birthed into the world with a wave of Claire's hands. Any ice she made could be controlled however way, shape, or form she sought. So, technically, only she could bring a group of three down a cliff's edge—as Alicia still refused to transform into a "big bat" and carry others on her back.