This Hero is Sleeping!



"Who… are you?"

The words of the elf pierced Elric's ears.

Her long eyelashes gently flickered as she rubbed her eye and tilted her head to the side. A lock of hair fell over her face, highlighting her slightly blushed cheeks with their innocence.

While no Erika or Claude could be mentioned in the same breath as the elf's beauty, she was still no match for Elric.

"I…"

He was here to throw her out but…

But…

The innocent eyes that stared at him unsuspectingly. Almost as if she was unaware of her own position and her own status.

All of it…

It stopped Elric in his tracks—

"I am, the Ruler of Water and the savior of your life."

—For the role-play potential here was too great to be ignored.

"R-ruler of water?"

For effect, Eric snapped his fingers and formed a small butterfly of water. It was still tough to add details, but he had come a long way from the days when he had just stepped out of the Mystic Forest and struggled to make the Eiffel Tower. If it was just one, he had learned enough to make it look natural!

The butterfly gently fluttered ahead, its wings stroking the air with each flap.

"Wow…" the elf exclaimed, her eyes widened. "T-this…"

Elric hid his sweat and made the butterfly gently land on top of the elf's nose. The small butterfly and all its legs rested atop her, but did not let her get wet even in the slightest.

The girl raised her hand and tried to touch the butterfly, but her finger passed through wings.

"Ah!"

She hummed in surprise and reeled back. At that moment, Elric stepped forward and grabbed the butterfly from the air. He closed his palm and opened it again, turning it into a flower this time.

"A-amazing… this is… magic? No…"

The control was too high for her to believe. Well, Elric had to pinch his back and stop himself from losing focus.

"This, is the power of the Ruler."

"Ruler… of water…?"

Elric nodded and raised his hand yet again. He took the stem of the flower and placed it on top of the elf's head.

Finally, no need to control it anymore.

Poor little Elric could only think one step into the future most times. He left all control over the flower of water.

"Ow."

And it all splashed down on the elf girl's face.

She held the top of her head and turned at Elric with shock in her eyes.

The self proclaim Ruler of Water looked away, sweat pouring down his forehead like a broken waterfall.

"Haha… hahaha!"

The girl started laughing.

"Thank you! Lord of Water!"

"Ruler."

"Lord of Ruler!"

Her voice was a tad too loud and tipped off the others in the house to come over and witness a commotion. And come out to witness a commotion they did.

As the footsteps of the other to rang out, Elric turned toward the elf again and shushed her.

"You, listen. Mortals are coming, do not tell them my identity!"

"You're hiding?"

"Yes! Now, I am just a human, ok?"

"Ok!"

The door swung open right then and Elric stepped away from the elf.

"Oh? What are you doing here, Elric?" Claude hummed. He had zero doubts that Elric was around to throw the girl outside.

"I can ask the same to you," said Elric.

"She's awake…"

Erika, the only person who noticed what was important, passed through the room and went over to the elf. She gently took her hands and spoke.

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"G-g-good?" The girl answered, her gaze shaking between Erika and Elric.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"I am not the Ruler of Lord!"

"Yes?"

"Ah! I am not, nothing. You misheard!"

Elric nodded and placed a hand on Erika's shoulder. "You totally misheard her. Stop bothering her."

A lot of confusion floated around in the room.

Claude, not having any headspace for anything, walked over to the elf too and spoke in a rough tone.

"Who are you and where are you from? Answer or die."

"T-that's so not nice!" The girl spoke.

Claude glared at her.

"What were you doing passed out in our house?"

"I was passed out?"

"Why else did you think you just woke up in a fucking bed?"

"Hm?" The elf tilted her head again. "Because I went to sleep on it?"

"DID YOU NOW!?"

The girl crossed her arms.

"Not really… I didn't…"

"EXACTLY!" Claude snapped. "Now, where are you from?"

"Home!"

"WHERE IS YOUR HOME!?!?"

"… Next to my neighbors home?"

Claude let out a loud sigh.

He grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck. Pushed the windows open. And got ready to throw her out.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Let go! I will end this bitch!"

Erika pulled Claude back with all her might while the elf girl was still confused, even though she was inches away from being thrown out.

Elric gave her a thumbs up and she returned it.

Claude's eyes snapped to the side right then.

The first person that this elf had met was Elric. He knew well how baby chicks imprinted on people.

This elf bitch had imprinted on Elric! That was why she was more of a pain than losing all your limbs.

Taking in a deep breath, Claude pulled the elf girl back inside and placed her on the bed once more. Then, he grabbed Elric and tossed him out the window.

"CLAAAUDDEE!"

A bang resounded as Claude shut the doors well.

He dusted his hands turned back in. The elf girl was staring down the window while saying something about rulers and lords.

"Alright, now that the virus is gone. Name."

"C-claude?"

"YOUR NAME!"

"Oh! Say that then. I am Tiana."

"FUCK!"

Claude screamed his frustration.

"How difficult was that? Huh? Huh?!"

Erika patted Claude's back and shook her head.

"Don't mind him, Tiana. He's a bit like that, but he wasn't always like that. He's just become like that."

Sighing, Claude crossed his legs and raised his chin.

"So, mind telling us what you were up to?"

"Oh, I remember playing around with some kidnappers who thought they were like, really witty for baiting me with macarons. They said if I follow them they'll take me to a house made of macarons."

They didn't seem as witty as she seemed stupid.

"Hidden, name rings any bells?"

"Hidden…?"

***

Weeks had passed since Trauma had hit a certain man.

After running away from a bunch of drunks that filled the streets, the people of the city had become so pissed with him that they were debating making a statue of him for humiliation.

But the man was not let down.

For he.

Was destined for greatness.

That's right. The one walking out on a vacation to a place where no one could have possibly heard of the super sarcastic slander the people of the city of Soleda were spreading, was none other than Leres.

Holder of Fate. Fisher of hate.

Escaping the place and hoping to get away from the fishes all together, Leres had decided to go to the last place one could find fish at. The skies. And so he found himself en route to the mountains of Silvanus that pierced through the skies.

But, he was not alone.

He knew he wasn't.

Not far back, ever since he left the place, he had noticed the presence of three more.

"H-hey Marcus, do you want to go talk to Lord Leres?"

"I can't… what if he gets annoyed?"

"Puuuu puuu puuuu!"

"You get it, Mr. Bagpipe."

"How will I ever be as mature as you, Mr. Bagpipe?"

He was being followed by three crazies!

There was no way they weren't crazy. Leres could smell crazy from ten miles away and he was sure these guys were crazy.

"Whatever," Leres muttered. In his days as a fisherman in a family that loved fish, he had learned more than to escape like those slimy bastards.

After continuing up ahead for a while longer, Leres heard a voice.

"Damn it! Where did that bitch go?"

"The elves will kill us if we don't find her!"

Elves? Bitch? Death?

Destiny was calling.

Leres rushed toward the sound and dived into the woods on the side of the path. Standing there were two people in long trench coats.

Their eyes slowly turned back toward Leres.

"What the heck? Who are you?"

"HEY!"

Someone else answered in Leres' stead. Diving in from the back, the three idiots that had been following him came up to the front and screamed.

"This is Lord Leres! The killer of a million zombies!"

"His breath can make you fall to your knees!"

"PUUUUU!"

"He even walks around with a bgm guy!"

The two people in coats were confused.

"L-lord Leres…?"

"That would be great demonslayer lord for you," Marcus said.

"Great Demonslayer Lord Leres?"

"Yes! Now, what kind of request do you have for the great lord?"

Leres was pissed.