The Legendary Pseudo-villain

"Where are we going next?" The Dorgon sounded excited as he asked. 

"Home," Hecathe responded as he yawned, "That's it for today. I'm tired and I need to rest." 

"Eh?" The Dorgon was a bit taken back by this response, "You're tired after just that?! How are you humans so weak?!" 

"Aren't you glad I don't have enough energy to cook you?" 

"..." 

"Let's go back and you figure out a way to get out of there fast while I take a rest." 

"Huh? Get out of what?" 

"The egg," Hecathe responded without missing a beat. 

"Do you think I'm in here because I want to?! I can't get out before properly hatching!" The Dorgon retorted. 

"Then figure out a way to properly hatch." 

The Dorgon was speechless for a minute but it wasn't because he had nothing to say, rather it was because the Dorgon had a bit too much to say to that. 

"You don't expect me to wait around for you to properly complete your incubation period, do you?" Hecathe questioned as he clicked his tongue. 

"You're bullying me!" The Dorgon retorted and Hecathe chuckled in turn. 

"Do you think I care?" 

"..." 

"By the time I wake up, if you're not out of that thing, I'm forcing you to come out." 

"You arrogant human, are you not even afraid of me?! This shell is the only thing keeping me from attacking you!" 

Hecathe smirked as he heard those amusing words, "You're wrong. The shell is not the thing keeping you from attacking me, it's the only thing keeping me from cooking you." 

"Master, I was just kidding," The Dorgon chuckled awkwardly with a completely different, more polite tone. 

"Well, in that case, we need to work on your sense of humor," Hecathe stated with a sigh and the Dorgon was left cursing Hecathe in his mind. 

Thankfully enough, Hecathe had made sure to memorize the way back to that apartment so after walking for at least more than fifteen minutes, he was able to see the apartment that looked nothing less than an abandoned old building that was near to being demolished. 

"Master, aren't you supposed to be going back home? Why are you in this abandoned creepy place?" It was the first thing the Dorgon had asked as soon as they reached the apartment.

"This abandoned creepy place is going to be your home from now on," Hecathe informed without any sense of hesitation.

The Dorgon gulped, "Master, the more I think about it, the more I wonder..." 

"Isn't wondering and thinking the same thing?" Hecathe asked with a frown but was ignored by the Dorgon that continued talking.

"How were you even able to afford saving me?! If you live in a place like this, even with all your savings combined, you would still not even have enough to feed me!" 

Hecathe's eyebrows creased together as he heard this and he immediately asked, "Do you eat a lot?"

"I'm a Dorgon! Do you expect me to eat air?! Of course, I eat a lot! If I don't get proper nutrition, I might never grow up to my full potential!" The Dorgon cried out with a bit of worry. 

"Is that so?" Hecathe muttered as he thought about it seriously and spoke, "Then you'll have to be in charge of your own food once you're out of this shell." 

"..." 

"I saved you. Don't expect me to become your father," Hecathe clicked his tongue as he walked inside the apartment through the front entrance that need not even be closed since the door was broken and had still not been repaired. 

"You should be careful of what you say, Master," The Dorgon spoke in a menacing tone, "You tell me to find my own food but what if I actually listen to you and start hunting humans for food tomorrow?" 

"You'd do that?" Hecathe chuckled as he heard this stupid threat. 

"I am the great emperor! I can certainly do anything I like!" 

"Then go right ahead." 

"..." 

"I don't care what you or who you eat. Just make sure that you don't go around hunting people who are useful to me. If you do that then you'll be the one roasted and plated." 

"So heartless..." Even the Dorgon was taken aback by Hecathe's words that lacked any emotions, "Don't you even feel empathy for your own species?! You, humans, are really the worst selfish creatures!" 

Hecathe chuckled as he responded, "I was just joking. It's not even like you'll ever go hunting for human meat. Isn't Human meat considered to be really disgusting for you?" 

"Even if it is disgusting, we can still digest it pretty well!" The Dorgon defended himself before he suspiciously questioned, "Are you really sure that you were kidding?" 

"I was," Hecathe nodded as he confirmed it and added, "You can't hunt humans unless I order you to. If you kill someone without my permission, I'm roasting you for dinner." 

"Master... Please stop with the roasting threat," The Dorgon muttered and Hecathe could even imagine the little Dorgon crying at any given moment now because of all the teasing. 

"You're the one that is trying to get cooked," Hecathe shrugged his shoulder as he commented and before the Dorgon could say anything in turn, they were suddenly interrupted by a familiar female voice. 

"Who are you talking to?" 

Hecathe's muscles tensed up as he looked around in the dark corridor to spot the woman who had asked him this question. 

"Landlady?" He questioned with a frown as he failed to see her. 

"It's me," The woman confirmed as she suddenly popped up in front of him, hanging upside down from the ceiling. 

Hecathe took a sharp breath in as he closed his eyes and pursed his lips. 

"You really have to stop trying to scare me like that." 

"So did you get in?" The woman asked enthusiastically as she ignored his words. 

"Get in what?"

"The guild!" The woman exclaimed.

"I filled the form and I can join them soon," Hecathe sighed as he informed. 

"Whoa!" The woman sounded surprised as she exclaimed, "You're really something, aren't you?!"