The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 32: Gearing Up

Getting rid of his stupid outfit, Clyde put his old attire back on. After hearing that he would be getting new armor, he was excited. Hopefully it would be able to withstand his own attacks.

Once he finished changing, an Inferi covered in a suit of armor was waiting for him. They didn't say anything, but signaled for Clyde to follow with a hand motion.

Their movements were stiff and calculative, leading Clyde to believe the person was some sort of royal guard. At the very least, they were someone that was upholding a degree of prestige.

Passing by tents selling merchandise, Clyde saw an abundance of liquid being sold. It reminded him of how thirsty he was. Of course, now Clyde had a different realization.

'I'm broke here!'

He had been bumming off of Avelyn for so long, he forgot what it was like. Now that he could potentially be here for awhile, he had to learn what the local currency was.

The situation was not in Clyde's favor, but there was a silver lining in the Queen's words. Time moves differently here, so even if he is here for awhile, it won't be that long in comparison above.

Clyde was also worried about his friends Bell and Lapis, the situation at Maple must have gotten out of hand. He could only hope they made it out fine. If John did anything to them, there would be hell to pay.

The suit of armor leading him stopped in front of a small tent at the far end of the Inferi section of camp. They pointed at it and left.

'So this is my new home.'

Stepping inside, there wasn't much. Not even a sleeping bag. It didn't really matter since the concept of sleeping didn't exist here, but it would've been nice. Sitting down on a mat, Clyde decided to examine his conversation with the Queen.

She was a deathwalker, like him. Interestingly, she mentioned the idea that they were beyond fate's rules because of that.

'What actually made me survive that day.'

At first, Clyde believed it was because of his own will but that couldn't have been true. After being thrown out of the land of dust by Orion, he met an old man, who told him they had met before.

'What does it all mean?'

He was interrupted by a familiar face. Quinn poked his head through the tent.

"Clyde! What happened in there?"

"You can come in, but it might be a good idea to knock next time. Inside the fortress, I met with the Queen and we had a discussion. I'm assuming my reward is going to be this new set of armor I'll be getting. Oh... me and the Queen also made a deal."

Quinn became flustered, which made Clyde think by now that it was just Quinn's personality to get flustered easily.

"You! A deal! The Queen! I can't believe this! Maybe I joined the right clan after all."

"Don't get your hopes up, all I'm getting out of it is a way out in exchange for helping in the war."

Quinn had a deadpanned expression.

"So you got scammed."

One of Clyde's fists hit the ground.

"It's not like I had a choice. She was the best bet I had of getting out of here."

As Quinn sighed, he put his hands on his head.

"I can see your situation. If you plan to stay here awhile, I think you should increase the number of members in the Clan."

Clyde was taken aback by this statement, considering he had told him off about it the day prior.

"I thought you said it was a bad idea!"

"Well it was when I thought you were gonna go off, but now you've made a pact with the Queen."

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Clyde's insight told him all he needed to know.

"This is about you, stabilizing your future isn't it?"

"You're not wrong, but it would be a benefit to you also. A loyal soldier would be good in a war."

"I'll think about it."

The two sat in an awkward silence until Clyde broke it.

"I am incredibly thirsty, do you have any water?"

"Water doesn't exist here, we have another liquid we drink to sustain our bodies. I'll be right back."

When Quinn left, Clyde was reminded of the bottled liquid he saw on the way down to his tent.

'It looked liked water to me.'

A moment later, Quinn returned with a small bottle of the same liquid and handed it to Clyde.

As he put the bottle to his lips and the liquid went down his throat, a sour taste filled his mouth. If he wasn't so thirsty, Clyde would have spit it out.

"What is this stuff?"

"Oh... it's apple juice we make from some of the trees."

"Now that I think about it, how do trees even grow down here?"

"They just naturally grow from the ground, I couldn't tell you why."

The two were interrupted by the Queen, who had showed up for Clyde's armor arrangements.

"Leave."

The Queen's simple command made Quinn exit the tent instantly, leaving Clyde and her alone together. Away from the shadows, the looked incredible. Despite that, there was a dark aura, barely noticeable, hovering around her armor.

The Queen noticed that Clyde was gazing at her.

"Seeing that we will be working together, your name is Clyde, isn't it?"

"Yes, if I may ask, what is your name?"

The queen pondered for a moment.

"You're being a bit too forward, my dear, but I'll tell you my name. I'm Maeve.

"Should I call you Maeve or Majesty?"

Maeve's expression was smug.

"Do you really need to ask?"

He decided to test the waters. If this was going to be a long partnership, it would at least start on equal footing.

"Ok Maeve it is."

Upon hearing him say her name, a corner of Maeve's mouth lifted.

"Daring, aren't we? I'll allow it."

'Success.'

She motioned for him to follow her out of the tent.

Eventually, they arrived at what Clyde guessed was the barracks. Located on the left side of the fortress, the equipment was out in the open.

"Judging from your size, I believe that one of these three suits will suffice."

One suit stood out to Clyde. The armor was forged from dark, otherworldly metal, etched with glowing, crimson runes. The chestplate was embossed with bone-like patterns, and the gauntlets were sharp-edged. It's leggings were reinforced with jagged metal plating. He could feel it calling out to him.

"I would like to try this one on."

A few minutes later, Clyde had the armor equipped. Moving around in it felt light, despite its obvious defensive qualities.

'Must be the alloy used from this place.'

The Queen seemed like she was dying to speak.

"Shall we have it tested?"