The Bloody Valkyrie

Though his clothes were just as good compared to the patrons here, his clothes gave the impression of wearing him and he was looking so much like a clown dressed in an elegant outfit, that he was a somewhat amusing sight.

“Master Sebas.”

“What is it, Zach-san?”

The other guests frowned when they heard the pretentious tone of the man called Zach. Hearing that kind of servile greeting coming out of his mouth, they wouldn’t have been surprised if he was rubbing his hands together.

However, Sebas’ expression did not change in the slightest.

“As a hired hand, I know I am hardly in a position to make any suggestions here, but is it possible for us to reconsider leaving immediately?”

“Are you implying you have difficulties in handling the carriage and horses at night?”

“...That’s part of the reason. And… I have some things to take care of in this city… I need a bit of time.”

Zach was constantly scratching his head. Even though his hair looked clean enough, the way he kept scratching his head made it look like dandruff would be flying around any second. Seeing this, some of the guests frowned even further but in the end it wasn’t clear whether Zach noticed or not since he just scratched his head even harder.

“Ojou-sama will probably not accept this suggestion. No, according to her temperament, she will not change her decision.”

Sebas determined with a firm and adamant expression before adding in a curt voice:

“So, we have no other choice.”

“But…”

Zach’s eyes darted around, as if trying to find an excuse, but he wasn’t able to come up with anything and a frown appeared on his face.

“Of course, we still have some time before we leave. I need some time to load all of ojou-sama’s luggage onto the carriage. You may do as you wish in the meantime and take care of whatever you need.”

Sebas didn’t miss the treacherous look in the scrubby man’s eyes, as if he was still trying to find another excuse to delay the group even further. But he pretended not to realise Zach’s foul intentions and kept his face indifferent.

He also wanted to hide the fact that Zach had fallen for his trap.

“So, when do we leave?”

“About that, it should be around two or three hours? If we leave any later than that the streets will be completely engulfed in darkness, so three hours would be the limit.”

The man’s eyes once again showed that detestable calculating look, and Sebas again tried his best pretending not to realize. Zach then licked his lips a of couple times before speaking:

“Heheh, then we shouldn’t have any problems.”

“Very well, could you please immediately start making preparations for us to leave?”

Sebas looked at Zach’s retreating back. He then waved his hand as if to disperse an unpleasant air around him, feeling as if something filthy had stuck onto him.

Without showing any visible expression on his face, Sebas suppressed his urge to sigh.

To be honest, Sebas couldn’t find it in himself to like such a base and vulgar character like Zach at all. Demiurge, Shalltear and some of the others might be able to treat someone like him like a toy for their personal amusement, but Sebas didn’t even want to get close to that kind of person.

There were some common viewpoints within the Great Tomb of Nazarick: ‘Those who don’t belong to Nazarick are inferior’ and ‘Apart from a few exceptions, humans and demi-humans should be annihilated for being an inferior race’. Sebas on the other hand shared the same opinion as his creator, ‘Those who cannot save the weak shouldn’t claim to be strong’, but after having met such a despicable human like Zach, he started to think that maybe the shared viewpoint of Nazarick wasn’t so wrong after all.

“Ahh, humans were supposed to be more splendid than this…”

Sebas lifted his hand to stroke his well-trimmed beard in order to take his mind off the matter and pondered about on how to continue their current operation.

The operation is going quite smoothly, but perhaps I should still monitor him to make sure.

While Sebas was considering how to proceed with the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking toward him.

“Having to leave at this hour must be rather difficult for you...”

The man that spoke with Sebas was between forty and fifty years old, clean shaven and his black hair was streaked with many strands of white hair. Perhaps due to his old age and extravagant eating habits, there was a big belly on his stomach.

He was dressed tastefully, his clothes elegant enough for a man in a high position.

“If it isn’t Bardo-san?”

Sebas nodded slightly as to greet him, but the man hurriedly tries to stop such gesture:

“Ah, no need to be so courteous.”

His name was Bardo Lovely and he was a well-known food merchant controlling a considerable amount of the food trade within this city. Sebas wasn’t sure why this man had come over to talk with him.