𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

Pov Scaramouche :

<<We must go... To Sumeru. Only the Archon of Sumeru is generous enough to agree to protect us. I said as we started to leave.

I stopped a few paces away, suddenly remembering that Y/n wasn't at her best and that she might not be able to keep up with my pace.

She wasn't far from me, but even though she was trying hard to walk, she often staggered and caught herself on ice spikes that she pulled out of the ground.

Hm, it's understandable, given her injuries. She's always been weak, maybe I'm asking too much of her when she's injured?

I turned around and swung her around, putting a hand under her knees and behind her back, to carry her forward faster than if she were walking on her own.

At least she won't get hurt.

-Uh... Than-

-Don't thank me, you were going to slow me down by walking like an old granny with arthritis.

-Oh, sorry. The old granny just has a bit of trouble walking with a wound that starts bleeding again when the old granny moves! But then, it must be old granny problems with arthritis too!

-Can't you just shut up? I spat, annoyed by her earlier remark.

-Humpf! she grumbled, puffing up her cheeks, looking like a little hamster.

Pov Y/n:

-I don't like beetles anyway... I whispered.

-You... But you want to die...? my "saviour" looked at me like a serial killer.

Well, that's what he is...
Anyway, let's move on.

-Erm... Sorry...? I tried, hoping for a little clemency for my execution.

He didn't add anything and started walking again, looking straight ahead.
I focused on his heartbeat, which was quite fast.

Probably because he's carrying me, even though I'm not heavy it's an extra effort for him...

What can I do to help him?

I began to think about everything I knew about him, everything I had learned in the last few years from talking to him and listening to the other executors talk about him.

He's from Inazuma, so maybe he likes to eat food from there? I'll have to ask him if the rumours that the Raiden Shogun is a fatal beauty are true...

Although, I understand that he doesn't really like her, like Miss Ei...

Raah what a headache !

-Y/n, you managed to kill Dottore, which is not bad for someone as untrained as you, but you won't last long in a melee fight or even a fight where several fatuis would attack you at the same time. he pointed out.

-Hm, but the problem is that I've never been taught how to use my powers in a fight. I only have vague ideas of attacks, from things I once read in books in Mother's library, but nothing more. I sighed as I rested my head on his chest, tired of straining my neck muscles.

I thought I felt him shudder, but blamed the cool wind.
Being used to the icy cold of Snezhnaya, the breeze that brushed my face felt more warm than cold.

Maybe he's cold? After all, he's not from Snezhnaya.

-You know, Y/n, I accept that you stay with me. But I want to train you in combat, I can't leave you at the mercy of the enemies. You said you wanted to be useful to me, right? Well, you'll serve as my support during our future battles, because I doubt that the Tsarina and the enforcers will leave us alone and go looking for other gnosis, leaving us to fend for ourselves. he added, a dark gleam in his eyes.

-Scaramouche, I am far from stupid. If combat is my main weakness, I am an expert in war strategies. I am delighted that you have agreed to train me, in exchange for which I wish to decide on our route to Sumeru. I know better than anyone where the fatuis' posts are and where there are hardly any.

-It's agreed.

The rest of the way passed without a word. I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes again, the blue and cloudless sky had given way to the orange and salmon hues of dusk.

I quickly deduced our geographical position based on the surrounding vegetation and the topography of the land, and then estimated the distance to the nearest village, a small village with less than a hundred inhabitants but which still had an inn for travellers.

This village was so ridiculously small that the fatuis never went there, even for certain transactions that had to be done with the greatest discretion.

<<Scara', there is a village about a hundred and fifty yards from where we are, to the southeast.

-Small or large village? With regular surveillance or sparsely populated? he asked as he changed direction, based on what I had told him.

-Small village, about a hundred inhabitants, never watched by the fatuis. There is an inn, I don't know what it's worth, but we could go there.

-Hm, I trust you. On the other hand, how did you manage to...

-To know exactly where we are? I cut him off, seeing that he couldn't find the words to ask his question.

-That's right, how did you do it? There are no signs indicating that any village is near us, or even an apparent path that could lead to said village.
So how did you know our geographical position? he said, looking down at me.

-Oh, I just...>>

Chapter 4 - End.

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