Sacrifice: Time of Mine

"That's nonsense!" Avion complained.

"Well, that's just how it is." Naron shrugged his shoulder.

"And why would you need to fi-finger? Is that necessary?" Avion asked.

Fobo then popped out of nowhere, "Are you a virgin?" he intensely asked.

Upon the inquiry, the obvious shift of the color of Avion's face was seen by the three. He bashfully turned his head away and answered, "Yes."

Seeing this made them smiled, unrestrained.

"Don't tease him." Naron sighed even though he enjoyed the scene himself.

"Yeah, Fobo, what about you?" Temon directed the question to his little fat buddy, "Are you still a virgin at that age?"

In front of this question, Fobo's expression became sour, and answered with a low voice, "Yes..."

"HAHAHAHA!" Temon loudly laughed before abruptly stopping with his droop head, "Me too."

Suddenly, the atmosphere became sad.

"What's with the long faces, we still have a lot of years to come," Naron said with an unconfident tone.

But the ultimate virgin, the boy who just met a real girl for the first time in his life yesterday, Avion couldn't think about it.

Fobo and Temon sighed.

This stayed for a while until they got out of the thin forest and met the town. It was still lively as ever as they already heard it's bustle a hundred meters away.

Trading-Hills Capital is huge!

If measured by the perimeters of its borders, the radius of this capital could easily reach five kilometers!

So the little neighborhood slums couldn't even occupy a percent of its space. It was easy to hide from this big city.

Avion looked around. The sight of this place in the day was largely different from when it is night. There are a lot of people that even though the rumors about him spread, not all people know about him.

However, if it is about the princess, then surely, it reached them somehow. They just don't know the appearance of this Avion Teller that slapped the princess so he was safe... if only he was not that handsome.

Immediately, eyes were on Avion. But none jumped to the conclusion that it was him. With his looks, he certainly looks like a noble and these commoners was afraid of disturbing him.

The only thing that made them curious was, why was he with these bums, poorer than the commoners?

When out, Naron, Fobo, and Temon had their heads lowered, not wanting to notice the glares of the other people. They just can't get used to their belittling and scornful stares as if they were just rats about to steal something again.

For them, commoners are as bad as the nobles in terms of arrogance. That is why they want to look at the city at night when there are fewer people to none.

The atmosphere earlier wasn't that heavy but as they left the soil road and entered the hard ground, the atmosphere made them hard to breathe while Avion was oblivious to this.

Silently, Avion followed the three into the road and that was when he noticed the stares of everyone to them. At first, they would notice the three, strangely look at them then avoid them.

It was different when the passerby would then notice Avion and had an admiring look from the women while envying gazes from the men.

This continued until the three stopped and whispered to Avion, "This is our destination."

Avion looked at the large building, seemingly the center of the area. There was a large plaque on top that says, [Gon Butcher Guild]

"Gon Butcher Guild?" he murmured, "Did I read correctly?" at first, it was strange to him how he could read the text there. He assumed that he was sent back in time, a long long time ago. Even though they had the same language, it should've been a different variation.

But that wasn't the case.

"Yep, Master Gon is the one who owns this place," Temon explained but was rebuked by Fobo;

"Isn't that obvious?" but his attention was on the inside, there was drool coming out of his mouth.

'A guild?' Avion tried to remember this guild from the history books but only found that it only appeared in one passage, 'Dragonian Sheran, the strongest Dragonkind and in terms of strength, she is not as strong as the other Sovereign Heroes. However, she has a might that only she possesses in the whole tribe of the Dragonkind. The Sovereign Heroes were still not called as such. At first, when Darea finally began her conquest of the whole world ten years from now or so on, Dragonian Sheran will come to visit each country in search of might heroes. She was best at creating armies, unlike other proud dragons who live solitarily. So after learning that Darea was not satisfied conquering the small three continents, she wants to gather her own army. It could also be said that she was the founder of the Sovereign Heroes. When she arrived at the country of Haliviana and finally at the Trading-Hills Capital, the Gon Butcher Guild was destroyed in one hit.' 

Only a few seconds had passed by while Avion was recalling his memories. Seeing this humungous establishment, he was paralyzed, 'This was destroyed in one hit?' 

It was not detailed how so Avion assumed that it was not the building itself but just the people within it. The era of Elementalist was just a few pages in the history books that he read. There were not many details in it and he thought that all of it was an exaggeration. Like how the battle of Darea and God Centre made the whole continent burn and freeze at the same time...

'It was destroyed in one hit... If I remember correctly, it was for a petty reason that Dragonian Sheran was dissatisfied by the strength of the Guild Master has.'

All of his thoughts happened in mere seconds. After it, he heard something that turned his face dark.

Fobo swiped his drool and after his first sentence, he looked at them and said, "Of course, Avion would know Master Gon, he's after all Rank Bih and is almost as strong as the King of three kingdoms."