I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

The group finally got to the Guild Building after minutes of walking down the bridge and entered with Merthy taking the lead.

They walked through a black door that led into the interior of the building, and a sudden change in space occurred as soon as they did.

Raph walked directly behind Merthy, with Elsie and Azby walking beside him, and they were the first to experience the sudden change in space.

Raph looked around with a puzzled expression, as his brain assimilated the scene that just played out. They had found themselves in what seemed like a bar, where a few unrecognizable people sat and had conversations while a mellow tune played in the air.

Raph found this boggling as the familiar sensation he felt was very similar to geographical warping.

He glanced behind him to find Rodrick and the others stepping into the room, and the door or what he thought was the door caught his attention.

'....there's no door,' he thought while he stared at the Wooden wall where they had just stepped out. '.....we were directly teleported here…' he surmised from his thoughts.

Mass teleportation wasn't unpopular but it certainly wasn't an easy feat, but that wasn't what bothered him.

'.....if they could teleport us so easily to any location, then there's no telling where they would send us'.

They could get moved to a dungeon or a prison and even forcefully separate the members of the group. The thought alone sent a message to him, and he certainly heard it.

After coming to his conclusion, his gaze shifted away from the wall to his front, to find Merthy staring at him.

A tense silence ensued between them for only a moment before Merthy's gaze flickered, and she walked away.

Azby walked closer to Raph and asked. "What was that all about?"

Raph shrugged in response and walked after Merthy while Elsie followed as she inspected the place with her smell and sight.

The Mercenaries glanced at each other for a moment, before walking after them towards a counter.

Merthy stopped in front of a wooden counter, its structure and woodcrafts intricately constructed and adorned with delicate patterns that ensued a sort of noble craftsmanship on the counter. The symbol of the Cat's guild was placed on the top of it.

She glanced at that bartender, who was a dark-toned, bulky man with a shaved head and long moustache.

He wore a uniform that contrasted greatly with his build and could barely hold the man's muscles from bulging out.

"Get me a BenStar". She said while pointing at the rows of bottles of wine behind the man.

"Huuuhhh…you sure you wanna do that? The boss doesn't like it when you drink". The man said with a deeply etched tone, to the point that Raph and the others were startled.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Harry! I've had enough of that old hag! Bring it!" she instructed with a deeply annoyed tone in her voice.

At that moment, Raph and the others found themselves highly confused, as they glanced at each other.

Well, Elsie was having a ball as she looked around at the people who were having conversations with one another while they minded their own business.

None seemed interested in the six people that just walked into their Bar.

Raph, on the other hand, felt slightly irritated as he walked up to one of the seats and made himself comfortable.

Azby and her team stared at Raph for a moment, a wry smile escaped their lips as they did the same.

'This feels familiar' they thought in unison as they sat down while Elsie stood next to Raph.

Merthy ignored them as the man, Harry served her a glass mug of a yellow liquid with three ice cubes.

The maid picked it up, sniffed it and gave a deep sigh. "Yeah…that's the stuff".

"BenStar huh? I heard it could knock you up even after a grotesque war". Azby said with a light whistle as they watched her.

Merthy ignored and chugged the whole drink once before dropping it on the counter and turning her gaze towards Raph.

"Who are you?" She asked.

Raph raised a brow and shook his head in response. "I thought your guild master wished to see me? I would rather answer to them than you". He replied with a stern tone.

Merthy rolled her eyes before turning her gaze to Harry. She stirred at the bottle he held firmly and suddenly reached out to grab it.

"Let's get going then".

She said as she took a sip from the bottle and walked away from the counter.

Raph and the others stared at her with puzzled expressions, but they quickly followed after her, leaving Harry behind.

The bulky man sighed deeply and rubbed his temples.

"...the guild master is not going to like this". He said with a slight chuckle before going about his activities.

Merthy occasionally took sips from the bottle as she led the group to a stairway by the left of the bar.

All this time, the group were left speechless and only continued to follow her, while controlling their curiosity. After all, it would be a lie if they didn't say they were interested in knowing more about this maid.

They climbed up Some rows of steps and by the time they got to the second floor, they were suddenly warped yet again to another location, only this time, it didn't spook them as much.

As the sensation of geographical warp diminished from Raph's senses, his grasp on his surroundings recovered.

Now they were currently in a wide, open space with bright lighting and white walls. It sort of looked tranquil and peaceful, and something that would have been recommended for psychiatric patients.

The ground was white, and the atmosphere felt peaceful, similar to that of Mother Nature.

They are currently standing in front of a white wall where the door ought to be, but Raph had confirmed a while ago that they didn't need it.

He looked around for a moment, and then at Merthy, who was still chugging her bottle of BenStar while ignoring them.

"....where is your guild master?" Raph asked with a raised brow.

Merthy glanced at him, took a chug and turned away, without finding the need to reply to him.

Silence ensued around them, and for a moment, they remained this way, unable to bring up any form of question at the moment. But Some minutes passed and the silence soon escalated and became awkward.

Merthy was standing at the side of the room, resting her back and occasionally taking sips of her drink, while the others were now resting on the wall where they had appeared from, waiting for the Guild Master, or so they were told.

Raph looked up at one point, his gaze occasionally flickering as he stared at Merthy.

'....She's not that strong'. He thought as he viewed her stats screen. 'Level 80'.

His gaze was quickly met by her, and they were forcefully locked on one another.

"Did you bring us here just to waste our time?" he asked, but she remained silent.

Raph's brows arched in annoyance. "There's a limit to how much you can leave someone in the dark. Why are we here?" He asked again, this time taking a step forward.

Merthy seemed to have been agitated as well since she drank whatever was left in her bottle and smashed it against the wall.

"I asked a question first, didn't I?" She asked as she pointed the broken bottle at Raph.

"....I don't see why I have to respond to you when you're not even the boss". Raph replied, his gaze shifting between the glass bottle and the girl's neutral expression. '....that thing should be 90% concentrated alcohol, and she just drank it like it was water…..and remained normal right after'.

"The guild master did wish to see you, but I get to decide whether or not you're worth it".

"What are you talking about? Didn't you make a deal with them? Enough of these childish antics and reveal them". He said sternly as he stretched his hand forward towards his storage ring.

At that moment, Azby walked up to Raph and held him by his shoulder. She quickly shook her head the moment Raph glanced at her, and their subtle conversation only increased Merthy's curiosity.

She was about to approach him when a figure suddenly warped into the room.

"That's enough Merthy". The figure said, warmth etched in her tone.

The sudden appearance caught them by surprise, causing the group to snap their gazes at the figure. A woman with peerless white skin and white hair that cascaded down her face like a water fountain, with eyes so pale that one would mistake them for being blind. Her lit figure was covered in a black, soft one-piece dress, and a white cloak was wrapped around her.

She hovered in the air like a demigoddess, her gaze piercing daggers into the six people gathered, one especially.

Raph's eyes widened in shock at the sight, and he didn't seem to be the only one shocked.

This woman's appearance seemed eerily familiar, so eerie that it nearly caused their heart to drop.

Rodrick glanced at Raph and then at the woman, before asking with a curious tone.@@novelbin@@

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