EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT: THE BERBERA
Aisha was bemused.
“Hey, Aisha. Isn’t that Rabbit Foot over there?”
“Huh? Really?”
While out on the prowl alongside her colleagues from the old Ishtar Familia, Samira drew her attention to Bell, who was walking happily hand in hand with a gray-haired young girl.
“What’s Haruhime waiting for?” said Aisha with a sigh. “I told her she needed to hurry up before some other girl took her man. And look. That’s exactly what happened.”
The sight of the happy young couple left little room for interpretation. Bell had even dressed up and changed his hairstyle for the occasion—although Aisha couldn’t have suspected that his appearance was drilled into him on pain of death by one of Freya Familia’s highest-ranking members. She was rapidly suspecting that the only routes left open to her foxgirl protégée were affairs, wiles, or sneaking into Bell’s bedroom at night and taking what she wanted for herself.
Then she realized something.
“Hmm? Hold on. Haven’t I seen that girl somewhere before?”
Aisha took a closer look at the girl gazing lovingly into Bell’s eyes, whom she remembered working at The Benevolent Mistress alongside Lyu. Aisha recalled a fight breaking out over Bell—with her and Haruhime on one side and Lyu and Syr on the other—back before the incident with the Xenos came to a head.
I’m still annoyed we lost that one. But that girl’s the jealous type, for sure. I can smell it on her. Once she finds a man, she wants to have him all to herself.
When she first met Syr, Aisha hadn’t made much of the girl, but seeing her smiling face now, she was confident.
That was Syr’s true nature. She was deeply, madly in love. Obsessed, even. She was at once an innocent field of flowers and a patch of vines and thorns that tangled up anyone who got too close.
It was strange to put so much stock in a girl who wasn’t even an adventurer, but that was what Aisha thought.
“Looks like Haruhime has a lot of work ahead of her…Guess I’ll go break them up.”
“What’s that, Aisha? Craving a taste of Rabbit Foot?”
“Heh. Something like that. Haruhime’s not the only one with her eyes on Bell Cranell after all.”
There was plenty of competition for Bell’s affections in the city, and even Aisha herself had caught a whiff of his manliness ever since that day he came barging into the Pleasure District, besting her in combat and taking Haruhime away. Amazons were usually attracted to men more powerful than themselves, and Aisha was no exception.
And so if anyone asked who was at the top of her list, Bell Cranell would be the answer. Aisha had bedded more men than she could count and left them all in tears, but she wouldn’t mind having a child if it was with Bell.
And so, in Orario, the center of the world, a battle was unfolding for control of a single male. Perhaps those women could feel it in their bones—who the next great hero would be.
“All right. Here I come!”
“Give her hell, Aisha!”
Thirty seconds remained before Aisha would run into Syr’s Freya Familia escort.
“It looks like Lady Freya isn’t the only one with her eyes on that rabbit.”
“I was mad at first, but now I just feel sorry for the poor guy.”
“““Agreed.”””
That may or may not have been a conversation that transpired between the four prum brothers tasked with fending off the many high-class adventurers apparently keen to make contact with the white rabbit that day.
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