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Cecil cut into my thoughts. "That's a nice sob story, kid. But it still doesn't explain your survival when two of my Guardians are dead."
Irritation flared through me, from the cold tone of his voice. "Then don't fucking believe my words! Go check the footage! Those heroes aren't cheap enough to not have at least a couple of decent security cameras!"
The moment I said it, I knew I'd hit the mark. Cecil's expression didn't change, but I saw the minute tightening around his eyes.
The surveillance had been disabled, just like in the show.
It was my word against his suspicions, and he knew it.
I rolled my second Platinum ticket, the anticipation building.
[Summoner]
|Elite Trait|
You are a summoner, summoning and commanding creatures, familiars, spirits and summons come naturally to you. All Familiars get enhanced stats and consume less energy. The potency of all projection-type abilities and spells is increased, it is easier to build affection and loyalty with summons and contracted entities.
I almost gasped out loud.
This... this was perfect, a perfect roll.
Whether it was increasing Nakime's strength or making my energy blade more potent, this trait was tailor-made for my build.
'Is my luck finally turning around?' I thought, barely containing my excitement. 'Has Lady Luck finally blessed me? I used to pray for times like this!'
"It's very hard to believe your survival story," Cecil suddenly said, his voice cutting through my excitement, "when you're sitting there smiling like you just won the lottery."
Huh. Was I smiling? I didn't even realize.
"I'm a person who has gone through intense trauma," I shot back, "only for it to be aggravated by you fuckers interrogating me instead of helping. Give me a break."
Cecil cleared his throat, surprised by my claim.
I quickly changed the topic. "You said two Guardians were dead, right? Then just ask the others what happened instead of torturing a victim, you asshole."
Cecil's expression shifted slightly, something almost human flickering across his face.
"The surviving Guardians are alive, but they're barely hanging by a thread. They need intensive care just to stay stable, let alone recover enough to give statements."
He paused.
"Aquarus is confirmed KIA. The Immortal..." Cecil's voice took on a strange tone. "The Immortal is complicated."
"Complicated how?"
"He was decapitated and torn in half. We found his legs and head at the scene, but his upper body is still missing."
I kept my face neutral, even as my mind raced.
Nakime had taken the upper body. She was using it to feed, to cure her demon hunger.
I couldn't tell Cecil that. Not without revealing Nakime's existence, which would open a whole other can of worms.
"So someone took it?" I asked, trying to sound confused instead of guilty.
"That's the working theory." Cecil's eye narrowed. "Any idea who?"
"How the hell would I know? I was unconscious!"
Cecil watched me for a long moment, that calculating look in his eye making my skin crawl.
Is he testing me?
"You mentioned Omni-Man grabbed you by the throat," Cecil said, his voice taking on a different tone. "But you said you passed out. How do you know you didn't see something before you lost consciousness? Maybe saw who took the body?"
'Yup, it's a trap, alright.'
"I don't know what I saw," I said carefully. "Everything was blurry. My glasses were broken and without them, I'm as good as blind. All I remember is the red and white blur, the grip, and then nothing."
Cecil leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.
Then, to my surprise, he reached and snapped his fingers.
The cuffs around my wrists clicked open, releasing my hands.
"What-"
"You're not a prisoner, kid," Cecil said, his voice still flat. "You're a person of interest. There's a difference."
I felt air on my sweat-soaked skin finally, my hands free for the first time since waking up.
Cecil, on the other hand, flared his nostrils slightly. "Weird."
Probably smelling the Musk trait.
Great. My sex pheromones were affecting the scarred spymaster.
He stood up, gesturing for me to follow.
I followed behind him, my legs shaky from disuse. "Can I go home now?"
"Kid, first start by telling me your name."
"It's John Strange F..."
I stopped mid-sentence, remembering my father's final words to me.
'From henceforth, you're disowned from the Fake Family. Never sully that name with your tongue!'
The memory stung, even now.
"Kaisen," I finished. "John Kaisen."
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TING-
A notification dinged in my vision, but I ignored it.
I had one more ticket. The big one. The Diamond ticket.
'Come on, baby. Come on to Papa!'
The gacha rolled with that familiar rush of anticipation.
As the roll came to a stop, it showed:
[Servitude]
|Uncommon Skill|
You are one hell of a Maid/Butler, having great skill in housekeeping, manners and many manners of servitude. You can clean, keep track of schedules, remember people's preferences, you know how to present yourself in a professional yet approachable manner and overall are experienced in all skills that would be needed by someone in the profession.
I just fell to my knees, legs going weak beneath me.
"Wallahi, I'm cooked," I muttered. "You RNG bastard… I'mma killll you."
Of course I got maid powers from a Diamond ticket.
A Diamond fucking ticket.
I could've gotten a dragon. A demon lord. A fucking Servant from Fate.
But no. I got the ability to fold fitted sheets and remember how people take their coffee.
"Sir, is he..." A concerned voice came from outside the cell.
I looked up to see a man in a suit standing in the doorway. Brown hair, clean-cut and a stoic face perfect for being a Government Agent.
That's Donald Ferguson, alright. Cecil's right-hand man in the show.
Cecil sighed, hand going to his forehead. "Apparently, that's just how the kid processes trauma."
I stayed on my knees, staring at nothing, the weight of my terrible luck crushing whatever hope the Summoner trait had given me.
RNGesus was laughing at me somewhere. I could feel it.
And I was stuck with pretty eyes, sex pheromones, a cane sword, steam powers, radiation absorption, being really good at summoning, and the ability to be the world's best butler.
What a fucking power set.
"Kid," Cecil said, his voice almost sympathetic. "You gonna get up, or do I need to call medical?"
I slowly stood, my legs still shaky, and looked at Cecil through my blurry, admittedly now very pretty eyes.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice hollow.
"We're still in the Himalayas, kid. Unfortunately we can't run the battery of tests we want as we need to take you out of here before you contaminate the crime scene. We need to figure out exactly what you are and where you came from."
This was fine.
Everything was fine.
I followed Cecil down the corridor, my new Servitude skill compounded with my 'Neat Freak' curse, forcibly noting that the facility could use better lighting and the floors needed to be mopped.
'Shut up, brain,' I thought. 'I'm not becoming a maid for the GDA.'
But even as I thought it, I couldn't help but notice that Cecil's suit was slightly wrinkled, and Donald's tie was crooked.
The skill was already working.
I was so fucked.
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