The Legendary Pseudo-villain

The Dorgon looked to be pretty happy to see the meat and he was more than eager to finish it all in one day. 

Hecathe sighed as he sat down in front of the desk and started filling up the details of his plan inside the diary. 

Since Hecathe was so motivated, the whale would certainly fall for the trap. 

The next few days seemed to have gone by peacefully with Hecathe only going out to buy meat for the Dorgon. 

The Dorgon thought that his master was really kind for going through so much trouble just to feed him and this further made him trust Hecathe and grow a bit more fond of him. 

However, the reason why Hecathe diligently made sure to go to Grandma's knife was certainly not because he was worried about starving the Dorgon. 

Feeding the Dorgon was nothing more than an excuse for Hecathe to go and listen in to the rumors that were slowly being spread. 

The rumors that Orgon had returned from the dead. 

Nobody except for Hecathe knew the origins of the rumor, but once it was spread widely, it was no longer considered to be a rumor but rather a fact that had a great possibility of being true.

In just a few days, the form that Hecathe had submitted to the Golden fire guild got approved and he received a confirmation letter telling him that he was now an official member of the guild. 

Hecathe smirked as he once again put on his disguise of a hunter and folded the letter before keeping it away in his pocket. 

"Are you going out to get the meat?" The Dorgon jumped around as he asked enthusiastically. 

Hecathe smiled as he crouched down and patted the Dorgon's head affectionately, "Do you think I'm gonna keep burning my pocket by feeding you? Didn't I already tell you to get your own food?" 

"..." 

The smile on the man's face certainly didn't match the words he spoke so ruthlessly. 

"Master, why are you being like this again?" The Dorgon pouted as he whined. 

In these few days of living together with Hecathe, the dorgon had come to understand something really important. 

It was the fact that Hecathe might be cold on the outside but was really thoughtful and a bit kind on the inside. Just a bit... But it was enough to make him buy the Dorgon food if the creature whined like a child. 

"Shut up," Hecathe pursed his lips as he glared at the Dorgon, "Stay here and stay quiet. Don't let anyone find you. I might be a little late today." 

The Dorgon gulped as he nodded his head with a bit of fear after hearing the man's pressing voice. 

Although the Dorgon had figured out Hecathe's weakness, he was still left fearing the man whose kindness could run out at any moment. 

Hecathe sighed as he stood up and left the place, closing and locking the door of his room before heading to the guild.

For some reason, Hecathe trusted the Landlady and Zail, however, he didn't trust them enough to let them know about the Dorgon just yet. 

Once the Dorgon gets big, hiding him would certainly be impossible so Hecathe planned on letting them know only then when the creature could no longer be hidden. 

This was equal to keeping a secret till it was found out. 

Once Hecathe reached the guild and opened the door, the same smell of strong alcohol hit his nostrils and his face cringed up as he heard the loud chattering drunkards inside this place. 

This guild with its reputation as one of the best guilds in Ocasia certainly didn't look anything more than a local pub. 

Hecathe pursed his lips as he tried to breathe in as little as possible and made his way to the reception desk where he was met with the same man who sat here last time. 

The man called Dane looked up at Hecathe and it seemed that he immediately recognized him, "It's you," The man clicked his tongue as he acknowledged Hecathe's presence. 

Hecathe had a thin smile on his face as he nodded his head and responded, "Good to know that you still remember me." 

Dane took a sharp breath in as he glared at Hecathe and spoke, "It would have been more shocking if I were to forget someone so talented as you." 

It was the truth and Dane was certainly acknowledging it, however, the way it was said made it almost sound like sarcasm. 

Hecathe chuckled but there was no joy in his voice as he asked, "Where is Miss Kelly?" 

Dane sighed as he slammed the book he was holding onto the desk and stood up from his place, "Follow me." 

Without even waiting for Hecathe to give a response, the man turned and went in deeper into the building with Hecathe following behind him. 

"Do you still remember the discussion we had last time?" Hecathe had a small smirk on his face as he asked. 

Dane flinched as he heard this sudden question and from his reaction, it could be seen that he did indeed remember it, but refused to say that he did. 

"Since I'm now an official member, you owe me a wish and you also owe me an answer," Hecathe spoke up again when he heard no response from the man. 

"What answer?" Dane clicked his tongue as he questioned without even bothering to look back at Hecathe. 

"The answer to why," Hecathe responded without missing a beat, "Aren't I now authorized to know the answer? Why were you collecting the mutant bodies?" 

Dane gulped as he stopped walking and turned around to face Hecathe, "Why don't you ask your employer?" 

"Eh?" 

"We are here," Dane added as he gestured over to the door that was in front of them, "Head in and ask her. She knows the answer." 

Hecathe almost found it a bit laughable that this man's pride forbade him from giving Hecathe the simple answer he was looking for. 

"Since we'll be seeing each other often from now onwards, let's try to get along better," Hecathe patted the man's shoulder before he opened the door and headed in just as the man had told him to. 

"...."