Demonic Devourer's Development

When I raised my eyes, I was face to face with Teren.

This time, there wasn't air in my lungs to even shriek. I felt the colour drain from my cheeks as I pushed away, only for my hand to get caught in Teren's steel grip. The world around muffled, and I think someone shouted something, but I didn't hear a single word.

This wasn't right. Teren was… never to pester me again, Rosha said. I knew that this meant dead, and I knew Voren was involved in arranging this, somehow. No one knew more than that one day Teren just mysteriously disappeared from his house, together with his money and some things, and this was it.

I blinked, and Teren's face was replaced with that of an unfamiliar sleazy guy, one out of the three, but I didn't feel much less scared.

"Oh, come on, we are just having some innocent fun, Dina! Look, no one else protests. Even Risha, right, Risha?" another one said and leered at me.

"Go away. Go away!" I said, putting all the strength of will I had in these words. They only laughed again.

"Fucking perverts, didn't you hear you were told to leave the girl the fuck alone?" another voice, sharp and boiling with barely held in check rage, sounded from the side. All heads turned towards the source of it this instant, including mine.

A girl just a few years older than me was standing up from her seat at another table. She had twin tails and eyes the colour of strawberries, lips curved in an angry sneer, and hands clenched into fists. In casual clothing, tailored as if for a man, she looked harmless—except for that anger, that looked anything but.

"Yvenna, what's your problem? This isn't your business," the guy closest to me said. His voice didn't sound as sure of himself as before. It sounded a little… scared.

The girl—Yvenna—walked in heavy steps towards us. "My problem is that I have to look at your dirty faces in the place where I come to eat, bastards." She crackled her fists. "Do you know for how long I wanted to even them out by bashing them on the floor?"

"Hey, Yvenna, you can't just start a fight again!" Dina the barmaid shouted in alarm from her place.

"Says who?" Yvenna walked past me to get face to face with the sleazy trio. "So what, dirty perverts? Do I trash this place with you, or are we trashing the outside?"

"Hey, we aren't afraid of yo—" the guy who began to speak these words made a mistake of putting a hand on Yvenna's arm. Her reaction was immediate. Yvenna's fist flew in a blur and landed with a wet crack right in the man's face, sending splatters of blood around.

I gasped and finally remembered about my legs. On them, I got a good several steps away, remembering now—of all times!—that as a cleric I had healing spells I could use while I had mana points, and a small damage spell, too. Damn, I could've used it to protect myself…

Now I someone else protected me again. Was this a sign from Heaven that I should stick to what I knew? To cooking and housekeeping?

Another man lunged at Yvenna, overturning a chair on his way, and tried to hit her with a wooden mug, but she brought a knee in his gut and added an uppercut into the solar plexus of the third. This was enough to make them flee towards the exit, with an, "Alright, alright! We are leaving, but don't think that this is over, Yvenna!" and almost trampling over someone who just entered the hall.

"Thank you for helping me, Yvenna," I said to my saviour. "I—"

"What the hell is going on here?" A familiar voice made me freeze. I turned my head towards the entrance, only to see that the person who just almost got stomped was no one else but Rosha. "Risha, why I have to look for you, and why I find you in the Guild after all this?"

"I was trying to help!" was the only thing I could find in me to say. With a corner of my eye I saw unhappy Dina instruct a waitress who then went to clean the mess made by Yvenna and the guys she beat up.

"Help?" Rosha walked up to me. After a long, hard stare in my eyes, she gestured at the mess next to us. "By getting into trouble? Good thing there was someone around to get you out of them."

"I was just beating the shit out of some ugly bastards," Yvenna protested with another sneer. "Talk like that some more, and I'm gonna decide that you have ugly faces too."

"Don't give her a cause to do that." Dina said from her place. "She's completely unhinged. Just go, go."

I was ready to follow that advice. There wasn't enough fuel in me to feel more than bad about myself at the moment. "Rosha, can we at least not argue here?" I subtly gestured at the adventurers who watched at our drama with interest. Yvenna's presence was a factor as well. I was grateful her for help, but…

That anger from her didn't disappear anywhere when she beat up the guys, and now I was afraid she really would beat me and Rosha up, too. Not that Rosha didn't know how to hold her own, and now that I remembered about the spell, I could actually use it, but—

"Oh, look who's there all together. That's just so convenient. Hello there, girls."

This was a second time when someone entering the Guild made me freeze. This time, though, not just me—next to me, both Rosha and Yvenna paused in surprise as well.

When my shock wore off a moment later, I was the first one to run towards him past the empty and filled tables with arms open.. "Voren!" Now my sister would have better things to think about than scolding me.