She Becomes The Hero In Another World 147 She Captures All Of I

It had just been sitting in her bag this whole time. She didn't want to waste the battery in a place obviously not covered by her cell phone service, with no power sockets. It was one of the special models her brother gave her that had enhanced night vision mode. Now was the perfect time to use it.

Since she was in the dwarves' blind spot no one noticed the brief illumination from her screen. A mischievous grin could be seen for a split second. And, soon enough, she found out she was right to record them.

"Are ye sure we shad be doing this? If Protectorate Throm returns early, we'll definitely be the first to suffer." The most nervous dwarf asked.

"Protectorate Throm will nae be back tonight. I have word from the highers that he'll be fighting a horde of goblins on the southern side. Ifn's we want ta be taken seriously, we need a bargaining chip." The leader convinced.

"Sounds more like a meat s.h.i.+eld." One of the quieter ones muttered.

"Shus.h.!.+ Are ye gowin ta be quiet, or are ye trying ta fail tha mission?" The lead dwarf growled.

At that point, Robin had heard just about enough. She didn't know who Ayva was to Throm, but she wasn't going to allow something to happen that would p.i.s.s him off.

She hung the phone from a nearby net filled with fruit, aimed at her chosen place of ambush. Then she waited for them to get close enough to her stack of crates.

Tamp. Th-Th-Thwack! Th-Th-Thud.

The lead dwarf turned around to see Robin's dark figure brandis.h.i.+ng her sheathed blade, three dwarves lying on the ground around her.

"Who-Who're you!?" He exclaimed, forgetting to stay quiet.

Robin didn't say anything, but attacked the surprised dwarf. During their brief encounter, she swiftly overcame him and knocked him out as well.

"I'm Ayva's new friend, you fool." She growled.

She tied them all up, and searched the bodies for weapons or dangerous objects. Four small mounds of hidden daggers soon grew on the floor. She even found a few vials of questionable liquid on the lead dwarf.

Then Robin looked about. In the alleyway, aside from the stacks of crates, were a few st.u.r.dy beams of wood that were not in use. She grinned.

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Gerard was just going to mention that Robin had been gone an awfully long time, when he saw Robin come in through the front door. This made him pout. Now he couldn't take the last slice of apple pie.

But Robin didn't approach the table. Instead, she looked around. Not seeing her out on the floor, she sought Ayva out in the kitchen.

"h.e.l.lo, is Ayva here?" She asked one of the cooks.

"Aye, sure! An' who're you ta be askin?" a feisty one asked with a sour face, as she turned away from her cooking.

"One of the new friends who helped her save her apples earlier today." Robin shrugged. "Well, it's not too important, I suppose, if she's that busy. I just thought she might want to see a good performance."

"What's this?" A familiar voice came from off to the side. Robin turned her head to see Ayva come out, drying off a mug.

"A performance, ye say?" Ayva asked, interested.

"Yup. I caught it on this recorder here." Robin brought out her phone. Ayva's eyes widened.

"It works similar to a recording orb-" Robin started to explain, but was interrupted by Ayva.

"Yes, I know. May I?" She asked, a bit more seriously.

Robin handed her phone to Ayva, who expertly tapped upon the play sign, causing what was recorded to begin playing. The cooks gathered around to watch as well, when they heard people speaking from the small rectangular tablet.

Ayva's expression grew dark as she heard what was being said. Although Robin didn't know it, there was a secret entrance to the kitchens in that alleyway. She was also somewhat surprised when she saw Robin overcome them so easily. When the video finished, Ayva fell silent.

"So? What exactly is the purpose of you showing me this?" She asked, cautiously, handing the phone back.

"They are still outside in the alleyway, as we speak. As you can see, I took nothing from them. All the evidence is there. I didn't want to cause a scene dragging them inside, in case of misunderstandings." Robin sighed a bit.

"Which I am somewhat grateful fer, thank you." Ayva nodded.

" But, you saw everything. I don't know your circ.u.mstance, here. But, I can guess. As the person who is most involved, how do you want to deal with this?" Robin asked.

Ayva scanned Robin's face, then made a strange sign with her hand. "Are you trying to use me to cozy up to Throm?" She asked.

"While I can't say I don't want to meet him...I don't think my actions would have been any different if you weren't related to him." Robin replied. "I can't stand people that use underhanded means like that." Her hand shuddered slightly, and her eyes narrowed in pain.

"What do ye think about us dwarves? Are we lesser beings to you humans?" Ayva asked.

"I don't really understand what this superiority complex is that everyone has. I've met good and bad humans, just as I've met good and bad dwarves. It doesn't matter what race you are. What matters is that you make effort to be a good person. Those who disregard an entire race due to the actions of only one of them....I can only call them foolhardy." Robin shook her head.

"And do you consider me to be a good person?" Ayva asked.

Robin smiled. "You are." She replied.

"How do ye know? We've only just met today!" Ayva asked.

"It's because we've only just met that I know you are a good person." Robin replied. "You never met me, but wasn't afraid to help despite that. I'm a different race, but you didn't act as if there was any difference between us. You were thankful for my help, and didn't look down on me and my company. You were honest in all that you told me. And, there's a whole roomful of dwarves out there that are willing to jump a group of possibly dangerous strangers for you."

Robin chuckled. "You were good to me, a member of the very race that claims the so-called 'superiority of races' nonsense. And that's all I need."

Ayva's hand stopped making the strange sign, and she sighed. "What is it with you heroes? Ye can always figure us out so quickly."

"Hmm?" Robin didn't quite understand. But she knew that the moment Ayva saw Robin's phone, Ayva knew that Robin was the hero.

"Heroes?...Wait! You're the Hero!?" The cook that had snapped at Robin exclaimed.
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Robin nodded.

"Ayva, what do we do?" The cook asked, hesitantly. "What if the demons hear of this?"

"I know what I'm going to do." Ayva replied, stoutly. "Inside issues before outside issues. I have some dwarves that I need to deal with. Angus, I need you to grab four large tubs of the dirtiest dishwater ye can find. Calliope, Mowgrun: you bring your kitchen hands and follow me."

And with that, Ayva marched out of the kitchen. With Robin, the two cooks, and a bundle of kitchen aids following behind. Out on the main floor, the motley group easily grabbed the attention of the floor.

"Oy, Ayva! Where ye off to, so late?" one of the dwarves called.

"Off to pick up some b.u.mbling fools that someone packaged up nice an pretty for me. I'd ready yer ears for a tale that'll make you madder than Marcus's Mead Bees, and twice as angry ta boot!" Ayva replied.

Robin returned to her own table.

"Are you the cause of that?" Keith asked, tentatively.

"Nope. Although you could call me a middleman of a sorts. I was the package wrapper." Robin joked.

"And you guys call me a trouble-maker!" Christian sighed.

"Oh there is trouble that was made, but not for our party." Robin shook her head. "It truly was a group of idiots dropping a boulder on their own foot."