Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

His way to say 'girl' was different as he implicated another meaning. Arthur wasn't a young man shy to speak about women, he himself had a long history with them. He knew Madly's personality from first glance and managed to see through her like translucent glass with no impurities.

He knew a girl like Madly would grow to be a fine lady with a fiery temper that he himself would hesitate to make her angry. This kind of girl was a nightmare to any man, and it would be better to let her go and avoid getting near her if possible.

However Arthur knew best that this type of girl was one of his weaknesses, which were mostly focused around women. Madly only lacked a taste of elegance, if she had this touch then he would instantly fall for her.

This small and minute detail made all the difference, so he replied at once:

"She is just one of my crew."

"And what is this crew exactly?" Ron asked again as he felt his best friend was trying to evade the most important question.

"My crew will be just a beginning," Arthur vaguely replied.

"Beginning for what? And how can this be an answer?! I want an explanation! I demand one!" Ron was getting impatient with the new temper and manners of his best friend.

Arthur sensed his impatience and felt his worry and concern over him, so he leaned towards him as he whispered:

"I can't say much as we haven't crossed the forest yet. All I can tell you is what I'm planning to do is something big, very big, and like anything of that caliber and scale, the less who knows about it the better, right?"

Ron looked deeply into Arthur eyes before he settled up his troubled mind by shaking his head as he muttered:

"I don't know friend, was this disease a blessing for you or a curse?"

Arthur sat straight again as he looked towards grandpa Regil, watching him collecting more arrows with some energy that was strange on his old body as he murmured:

"I don't know friend, I hope it's a blessing not a heaven's revenge."

Grandpa Regil was busy collecting arrows, even though he didn't notice the return of his granddaughter with the company of her friends. She came back with five, which was bigger than what Arthur expected.

Regarding the fact that this land belonged to a non mage clan like the golden lion, it was already great to spot two talents here like Ron and Madly.

However right now there were five more, which made the number of the little crew jump from three to eight, Arthur included.

"Seven accomplices, seven is a great number, I'm feeling good regarding this," Arthur muttered when he saw the new faces who were curious to see the man who asked to meet them.

"Listen, as I told you I have lost a bet with this youngster here and so I have to work for him for a while. if you don't want to follow, then it's alright, no one will blame you," Madly loudly said, addressing her little gang.

"A bet or a fight?" one of the five said with a teasing sneer that made Madly's face change and turn red. For them, red meant dead, so that youngster who was younger than Madly by one year jumped to take shelter with a bigger size boy next to him.

That boy had an adult body, even his facial features seemed old enough to not walk with these youths here, however Arthur felt he was young, as old as he.

His body might be a side effect of his innate talent perhaps, Arthur couldn't tell as he was yet unfamiliar with this world and its rules.

"Hold it Madly, I believe they already watched the fight, right?" Arthur said as he stood up from his seat and moved towards the newcomers.

"If we follow you will we be able to learn what you did to beat Madly?" The shortest and weakest in the body out of them spoke with great enthusiasm. He was this enthusiastic as even with his slim body, he looked better in shape than Arthur.

"No problem, just follow me and you won't regret it. may you introduce yourselves first? My name is F… Willy, your golden lion young master, and here is my best friend Ron. What about you?"

Arthur was about to mistake his real name, but he hurriedly corrected that mistake which was unnoticed to everyone, except for Ron.

However Ron didn't speak up or even glance at Arthur with any doubt, he decided to wait and judge later.

"Good, I'm Drago and I'm not from here," the shortest one said.

"I'm lily, and I love to use bows," the one who spoke at first and escaped behind that big guy was actually a girl. Arthur didn't bother with the fact of boys and girls, he knew what mattered was only strength.

"I'm Tarry," the great guy said with a harsh tone and thick voice with a weird accent.

"Don't mind him, he isn't actually from around here at all. Sometimes I doubt he is a human like us. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself to you, I'm…" he was a nice looking boy but he loved to talk much and his friends knew this about him. so, the last one pushed him to the side as he was the tallest one here while saying:

"He is Ouly, our philosopher and dark assassin fighter, as for me I'm a swordsman and my name is Edwar."

Arthur smiled to all of them before saying:

"It's my pleasure to meet you, and now," he then moved towards grandpa Regil who was still collecting nearly all the arrows in his shop, "we have to go, we spent much time here."

Grandpa Regil stopped what he was doing as he sighed, he hoped he could bring enough arrows to this young master to use. Arthur felt his desire for help, and it was sincere so he patted his shoulder as he said:

"Don't worry, I will look with care after her."

Grandpa Regil just smiled as tears began to build up in his eyes while he was watching the eight persons leave his shop and disappear behind other shops. He exited his shop and watched them until they vanished inside the forest.

They took over two thousand arrows, which was a great number for Arthur and not enough for Regil. However Regil felt the urge of Arthur, this young master was right about one thing, he stayed here for a long time already.

All he could do now was to wish them luck and hope their travel would pass unnoticed. He didn't know what this young master wanted to do, but he was sure whatever it was it must be something big.

He hoped just for his granddaughter to be patient and stick to the end of the road, as it would be regretful to let this chance slip by.