Prologue

[faentasy]

PROLOGUE

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The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

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[begrimed]

[ .............. ]

Ah, fine, fine. Right let's see here — [ He's rummaging in his pockets because he has those, even if ostensibly doesn't really have a shirt, and pulls out a crumbled piece of parchment. ]

FIRST: I'm the one in charge, the boss if you have to give me a title. Just Hamelin is fine though.

SECOND: Everything you see around you? You're welcome to do whatever the hell you want with it, destroy it, whatever suits your fancy! Just don't expect me to fix things, unless...

THIRD: You kill someone. This is the fine print you've been waiting for! To earn your wish, you have to kill someone and get away with it. Just killing someone is really too easy.

FOUR: Don't think you can ride someones coattails either, one murder pays for one wish! If you help someone else out, all you're gonna get is a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

FIVE: I can add more rules whenever I want. But you won't make me add more, right? [ You can find the more formal rules right in the archives like Hamelin said. ]

[vogelfrei]

[ So that rhetoric really did work on him. Good to know. McGillis actually gives a smile, seemingly unbothered by the content of these rules. ]

That is astoundingly mundane. Here I thought it would be something about curses or the state of our eternal soul.