Author's Notes:
For anyone who's forgotten Feyra's identity - it
has
been a while - she made her first appearance in chapters 12 and 13. She's the tour guide Devilla mentioned having paid in saints.
Feyra
I was still laying in bed when I heard it - three harsh knocks, a pause, and then two softer ones. The Heroine's signal for visiting - one set done with her gauntlet, one set without.
My first thought? Shit. My second? That it was too damn early for this. And my third? There wasn't any time for a third. I had to get out of bed and answer the damn door before that dumbass of a Heroine drew too much attention.
Of course, when I actually got to the door, I didn't so much see a Heroine as a... I don't know... a vague understanding that there was a cloaked figure in front of me? One part of that was what she called her privacy spell. The other part, of course, was the actual cloak, which I insisted she wear if she wanted to visit me.
I knew she hated covering herself up like that. She always wanted to announce her presence - to be a shining beacon of hope for humanity. That kinda shit. But I had enough people whispering behind my back already, what with the whole cursed bloodline thing: people wondering whether I was going to snap, whether the Demon Queen whispered in my ear at night, whether it was only a matter of time before I turned demon on them... Not to mention the less savory rumors about my potion 'dependency.' The last thing I needed was for some idiot to accuse me of corrupting our innocent little Heroine on top of all that. I knew exactly what sort of blasphemous shit went through her head, and I was
not
going to take the blame for it.
"Heroine? That you?" It paid to be sure. Especially with the fucking Demon Queen in town.
"That's me!" she confirmed, dropping her spell. Suddenly I could actually focus on her - I could see the bright red hair peeking out from under her cloak, the vibrant orange eyes, and that cheerful smile she always seemed to have at the ready. The one that made it seem like everything was going to be okay, even when you
knew
it wouldn't be. Like a big fat lie, except for the fact that
she actually seemed to believe it.
"I'm pretty sure it would be less suspicious to just call me Lucy, though?"
"I don't want to get in the habit." I pushed the door open and turned away, heading back inside. She followed behind me, as always, shutting the door tight. "It'd be bad if I slipped up and referred to you all casual like in public."
"I guess..."
"So what are you here for?" I asked, deciding to hurry the Heroine along. The sooner she was gone, the sooner I could go back to staring up at the ceiling and wondering why the hell the Demon Queen had come to town. It obviously wasn't to attack the Heroine... unless she just hadn't found her yet?
Hopefully she wasn't keeping tabs on me. And couldn't actually take control of my body, the way some of the rumor-mongers seemed to think she could.
"Well..." She hesitated for a moment. She was blushing. Why was she blushing? "Did you go to the guild last night?"
"No. Why? Your girlfriend finally show up or something?"
"Uh-huh! And she joined the guild, too!"
"...Is that so?" Don't get interested, Feyra. Even if that does sound like incredibly bad news with the Demon Queen in town. And interested in the guild. The guild that the Heroine was apparently going to have good reason to hang out at for a few days. "So uh... You didn't happen to run into anyone
else
interested there, did you?"
Maybe someone more interested in killing the Heroine than kissing her, for example? Or maybe just scouting her mortal enemy out? Or... Well, doing who knew what, actually.
The Demon Queen coming to kill the Heroine this early in her journey was kinda unprecedented. Something about the goddess's restrictions on her person, the cumulative damage of past Heroines, and the toll reincarnation took on her... Or something like that. Lu...
The Heroine
had explained it to me, once, but I hadn't exactly been paying attention.
Point was, things were
weird,
and I was hoping the Heroine would stay away from that weirdness. For
all