Mana: Before The Rise 91 Fantasy Guild's Receptionist 3

Rachel returned his gaze with a sharp killing intent that shocked him.

"Where did you go, Oh, Scratch that let's go out." Nancey grabbed her arm and closely held onto it. Rachel glanced at the male lead.
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Its had been awhile, and "Are you keeping, 'that'" Rachel pointed at him "Around", Rachel in general really doesn't like male lead so this shouldn't be unusually to anyone for her blatant disrespect for them.

He glared at her, and Nancey pooled her away. "Wyrran, stay here. I want to go out with Aya, alone"

She said as they both walked out, when they where are enough.

"Do you actually love that waste of s.p.a.ce?" Rachel asked.

"No" Nancey sighed, her shoulders dropped "But, he is good in bed."

"Atta Girl, that is mostly likely the only things he is useful for."

"He's very strong to, you know"

"No, he not"

The two where enjoy soon enough caught up in conversation in what each other was doing over the course of the year she was away. Nancey was too happy was they chatted that she almost b.u.mped into some elf women in gaudy cloths.

Rachel pulled her away before that happened. The one woman recognized her and immediately approached the two.

"This is that tramp I told you two about." The women said rudely too, two other women that where with her.

Nancey opened her eyes wide, thinking she must have misheard the women.

"No, she is definitely referring to you" Rachel said to Nancey her arms folded.

"Excuse me?" Nancey muttered in confusion at the women, after hearing Rachel conformation. Aya rolled her eyes.

"Don't look at me or I'll batter your pretty little face. You're just having leftovers. Little tramp," the women responded, a scowl crept across her face.

"Lyeecia, don't bother wasting your breath on someone like her. Ryfon is a much better catch than Wyrran, anyway. You said it yourself, Wyrran won't amount to anything without his family's help," her female companion stated.

"Hehe, Nancey you hear that. He's leftovers" Rachel couldn't help but laugh

"Aya" Nancey looked at Rachel, who then grabbed her hands.

"Let's go" She said to Nancey wanting to walk away, before these haughty elf's started throwing punches.

The elf women named Lyeecia grabbed Nancey's ears. "Listen, you little piece of c.r.a.p. Wyrran will never marry you. I was with him for almost 150 years and he never asked. Don't think you're better than me!"

The women are suddenly broke by Rachel's hand, as she pulled Nancey who ear was starting to bleed. Lyeecia screamed pathetically, her hand had snapped she looked back up at Rachel and was about to brawl.

When she buckled under her expression. Rachel gave the women a savage killing intent. It wasn't just directed at the her but her other companions.

A Few days after that Rachel had settled back into her former job and relaxed. When Nancey suddenly pulled Rachel away and went with Wyrran and his twin sister Naesala to their family home.

Why Rachel was dragged into this, she has no idea. But the entire time was spent between her and the male lead exchanging death glares.

Travel to the Erxalim estate was a two-day journey out of Carran. So, they took spent a long time just glaring at each other.

Along the way they set up camp for the night. After what was supper, Wyrran and Nancey talked about his family's estate. She was curious about why it was so far from Carran. He was about to answer her when he noticed movement in the darkness coming towards them. There was a small party approaching them.

Rachel started to get this feeling of déjà vu, that usually means the plot is copying something.

"ugh" Rachel had her hand on her face 'Yep bad guys are obviously being bad guys.'

When the group drew nearer, Wyrran could see that they had their weapons drawn. "Get behind me. We might have to fight. Focus on defending yourself if that happens," he ordered Nancey as his eyes frosted over.

Rachel just stared at the fire, not caring.

A tanned man who had an enormous spiked tetsubo. What-ever the h.e.l.l, that is on resting on his shoulder sauntered towards them. On his left, a large boar with long metal caps on its tusks stamped the ground. The coverings made the boar's tusks elongated. To his right, a woman held a great axe in her hand, twirling it in her hands while smoking a cigar. Behind them was another man who held a crossbow pointed towards Wyrran.

Wyrran drew his lances. "Move along," he warned.

Put the weapons down or my friend here is gonna shoot. We just wanna take your stuff n' have some fun wit' girl," the tetsubo wielding man drawled. Obviously, this man only saw Nancey and completely ignored Rachel. Which p***** her off.

Wyrran snarled, "Last warning. Move along. I don't want to hurt you." The man's comment had p.i.s.sed him off, but fighting would only put Nancey in danger.

"Shoot 'im," the woman ordered, spitting her cigar on the ground.

The loud snap of a crossbow firing sounded into the night. Wyrran twirled his lance and parried the magic-infused bolt that flew towards him. The bolt's shaft split in half and crescents of air arched towards him as the broken bolt twirled to the ground. His other hand glowed with a silver light as he blocked the residual wind attack that flew towards his head.

Rachel sighed poking at the fire completely being ignored. Cause clearly she is invisible.

Before the shaft hit the ground, the two melee fighters charged at Wyrran.

Wyrran sidestepped the heavy tetsubo and parried the axe away. The heavy weapon crashed to the ground, creating a large crater where it landed. He then whipped his lance around and used the b.u.t.t of his weapon to fling dirt into the woman's face. While she had her eyes closed, his legs glowed with a silver light and he kicked her across the field away from him.

'Yep, this plot is really copying something.' She thought still poking at the fire.

Before the shaft hit the ground, the two melee fighters charged at Wyrran.

Wyrran sidestepped the heavy tetsubo and parried the axe away. The heavy weapon crashed to the ground, creating a large crater where it landed. He then whipped his lance around and used the b.u.t.t of his weapon to fling dirt into the woman's face. While she had her eyes closed, his legs glowed with a silver light and he kicked her across the field away from him.

The man growled as he punched Wyrran in the chest which a silver fist. Wyrran 's armor made a crunching sound from the impact and he staggered back, quickly regaining his footing.

The tetsubo swung at his head with incredible speed, but he crouched down dodging the attack. The force of the air caused Wyrran 's hair to blow to one side. He swept his lance out in an attempt to trip the man, but the opponent jumped to avoid the attack.

The crossbow was reloaded and Wyrran saw the arbalist aim it at him. Winds wrapped around Wyrran 's body and he shot out this hand to grab the tetsubo wielding man's ear. With a hard yank, he pulled the man so his body blocked the magical bolt that flew towards him. The whoos.h.i.+ng air of the bolt stopped when it hit the man in his heart.

Wyrran threw the dead man on the ground.

The woman screamed as she jumped through the wall of flame, back into the fight, "Nooo!" Her eyes turned cold and seethed with rage at Wyrran.

The head of her axe had fire glowing on its blade. She spun around, the momentum put more force into her blow and the blade flew towards Wyrran 's neck. Wyrran hooked his lance's shaft under the axe's head, blocking the blade. His feet skidded across the ground creating trails of dust to fly into the night.

The woman spun around and elbowed him in the chest twice, followed by a punch to the face.

When suddenly the women was killed by shadows that raised up from the ground. The rest of the party was also killed.

Wyrran watched the shadows retract to its owner and glared.

"You took to long" Rachel said as her shadow parted again and consumed the bodies. 'His feelings are probably hurt because he couldn't act cool longer in front of Nancey who was holding onto her arm and s.h.i.+vering.

He was jealous and she knew, she hopes the dude dies of jealously.