Follow the Script

Chapter 15

[This chapter will be exclusively combat. You are allowed to skip this chapter if you are not interested in combat sections.]

"If one's life should not exist, must they be given the privileges of a living being like the ones who should?"

???: Intruders detected inside the library. Presence unknown, proceed with caution.

The hours went by and the bells rang along with the mysterious voice who has yet to reveal itself to the librarian. It was simply there to warn them, like a spirit watching from beyond the grave. He knew deep inside that there was no physical body attached to said voice and so he did not question its existence.

Koishi: ...

Standing behind him, she held the book that he gave her and felt like time was going slower than it should. The librarian walked to the entrance to greet the guest and she was left behind. Unable to follow and assist him, she opened the book that she was holding and checked his current status.

3 passives were added to the list, added along with his change of suit.

Fragments of Fumes: If this characters is affected by Smoke, increases their own Strength by 40% and deals additional 3-6 Stun damage per hits.

Lion's Fist: Increases Physical damage dealt by 35%.

Speed I: Can perform 1 additional attack per turn.

Koishi: ...

Remembering the words he told her and the performance he did in front of her eyes, she understood what his trick was now that she had a good look at it from another perspective. He did say that he was intending to finish the battle as fast as possible.

Koishi: He can do this, I'm sure.

...

...

Greeting the guest, he was surprised to meet a rather small girl wearing something close to what he was wearing himself, the outfit of a clown with one side blue with white stars and the second side red with white stripes. The right side of the top was the stripes and so her left leg followed the same design, the same done with the other parts of her outfit when it comes to the blue design.

Y/N: Greeting guest... I suppose you came here due to an invitation.

The one that should be Clownpiece observed the man standing in front of him, noticing his 'odd' style of clothings. She was not expecting someone to copy her style and it left her with a small moment of silence.

Clownpiece: I didn't know they were making costumes out of me, where did you get it?!

Y/N: ...What?

Raising his left eyebrow, the man replied with bewilderement.

Y/N: Well... It-

Fortunately, that's where the conversation ended. The guest, uninterested to hear the answer, shot a star-shaped projectile at him while he was trying to come up with an answer that would be believable enough. His expression shifting, he swung one of his sleeves and a loud metallic noise echoed, something that the man did not seem to possess on him with his current outfit.

Y/N: Well, I suppose the both of us aren't here for a talk, as expected. Fine, may the best one take the life of the other.

Pulling out the smoking pipe that he was carrying, he took a puff out of it and then the first turn began. One ready for the onslaught of the opposite force, said enemy was simply smiling and raised her torch above her head. The glow emanating from it was not much to fuss about but its properties and the one holding it was the real danger.