Dancing Fairy [Tower of God]

↳˳⸙ Chapter 19

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A month passed and finally, Orla took the test. On that day, she had finally made herself known as the notorious blind enchantress.

Although, she wasn't necessarily blind. They just assumed her to be one when the woman used it to hide her identity.

The golden-haired regular was the lone passer of the 20th floor. Having dropped out every other regular after proposing a fight to the fittest.

[FLASHBACK]

As the rest of the regulars anticipated the last competitor to be weak, they didn't think that it could get any worse.

A woman with yellow hair, wearing a pristine white dress stood innocently in the elevator. She was free from any dirt or blood, in other words, she was on a rather peaceful route.

They envied her luck, and spat at the frail-looking woman.

One then proposed a death match, that'll take place right away, in that very room. And no one was opposed to that opportunity. The ranker, who tried to pacify the situation, stopped in his tracks, as even the test director had approved.

And as all of this transpired, the lady in her white dress, can only smile.

Anyone can imagine what happened in the next moments.

A flash of light, and hell had come forth.

"Fight amongst yourselves, extras."

Coupled with their own envious and angry emotions, the regulars in the area started to outright kill each other.

The ranker, who was spectating, can only grimly watch as the sole woman danced her way through the disarray, appearing to be lightly tiptoeing and enacting her dancing footwork. She twirled and twirled, then bowed as the last person collapsed and disappeared from the test area.

"Then, Mr. Ranker. Do I pass yet?" She asked softly, an innocent smile placed on her lips as she stood straight.

[FLASHBACK ENDS]

She was well on her way to the meeting spot, when a disturbance from that very same place caught her attention.

"AAAHHHHHH!"

"IT'S THE REAL VIOLE! THE REAL ONE APPEARED!"

'Ahh, and here I thought we were meeting in secret...' Orla simply shook her head in disappointment.

The woman sighed as she casually walked in the area, dressed in normal clothing, a long-sleeved white blouse and jeans, to blend in. She spotted a homeless-looking man, and decided to poke some fun.

"Yo, Old man! How's your back?" Orla asked, while attempting to piggy back ride the poor man. In other words, jumping on his tall back.

The 'Old man' can only sigh as he brushed her off.

"Orla.. how many times do I have to tell you-"

"-That you have to act ladylike because yada-yada~ It's not like you care, don't pretend to actually follow those geezers." She cut him off with a huff, and switched her efforts to just pushing him to walk faster.

"Well, yeah but- oi, slow down!" He stumbled into the room, faced with three people, one girly unfamiliar.

"Huh? Who's this girl?" With a jacket on his shoulder, he cooly asked the redhead who the girl is.

And by the time the yellow-haired girl walked into the room, she was met by a shout coming from a random girl who seemed to act like one of those families.

"It's none of your business! You jerk with a cheap perm!!"

"Ohoo~ it seems like you got called out, Old Man. By a pretty girl nonetheless- does it hurt?" Orla butted in, as Viole took care of the situation.

"You really have no fear, you know that?" Mr. Jinsung muttered. Which only made the woman grin.

"Well, of course! You like it though, don't lie." She stated in a as-matter-of-a-fact tone, chuckling all the while.

Moving on, they first wanted to fix the problem girl on the floor. And Hwaryun suggested an irrefutable idea to the crew, to stay at Viole's house for the meantime.

"What should we buy as a housewarming gift?" The tall male asks as they walk ahead.

"By the way, your hair is ridiculous."

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In the slayer's house, the four FUG members sat side by side, with the yellow-haired girl snuggly sat at the edge of the couch by Viole's side. She already felt and acted like this place was home.

"So.. you're.. friends.. of Viole's?" A boy with yellow hair, sitting in the middle of the other side of the couch, spoke first.

'Eh~ He's so cute- unlike that fullmetal that likes to keep his face hidden.'

Orla idly sat, eating her fill as she observed the team Viole had been tricked into joining in.

The most prominent one, golden boy, Ja Wangnan. The communicator of the team. He was very open, easy to read, and easy to trust. The two girls by his side, Goseng and Miseng, no notable mentions as of yet, they play a crucial role in balancing the team.

The other two by the dinner table, silver-haired dude, Akraptor. A straight-forward guy with delinquent vibes. He has a daughter, who he wanted to save or avenge, could be either. He has a soft spot for children in result.

The problem lady from the Yeon family. She has issues in controlling her shinsu, and has a fiery personality to boot. She's going against her beliefs to stay away from Viole to benefit from him.

All in all, this group of regulars are quite dysfunctional. But that's what makes them interesting.

When the old man started bragging about Viole, the slayer in question silently slipped out of the conversation, opting to stay at the balcony.

Orla let him be, he was often doing that to either organize his thoughts, or let them cloud his mind.

Although she was worried, the boy often asks to be alone. And after all his been through, she gives him that opportunity to do so.

The yellow-haired woman ended up falling asleep. While she slept, memories of her meeting Viole came to her.

A dark cave, where a boy sat alone. He looked scared, defenseless, yet still managed to be stubborn in his belief on others.

Yu Hansung came, threatening. The boy's resolve started to wither at his hurtful words, and the girl can do nothing but watch, bound by a spell unknown, restricting her movements, less she ends up exploding.

Her heart cries out, and she finally awakens from her slumber.

It was only Hwaryun and Wangnan in the room. Discussing the Irregular, Baam. Orla smiled and said,

"Be honoured, Ja Wangnan. You are climbing with God."