The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 55: A Prostitute

"Your house is so fancy, huh?"

That's what Paul said when he came out of the room and walked through the bright hallway, which on each wall, was filled with very artistic patterns and strokes of art.

Indeed, Paul was amazed by the beauty of this place, he felt like he was walking in a museum, because of the furniture stored around the hallway, such as cabinets, lights, nightstands, paintings, and so on, and the flower pots, they all look very stylish.

Paul believes, the price of the furniture he saw in the hallway, must not be cheap, everything must be high value. In fact, the floor that Paul was even, so dazzling, was really made with art values that were not arbitrary.

"No, sir," Roswel, walking in front of Paul, chimed in the boy's words with a slight look back. "There is nothing good in my house, all these are just old-fashioned trinkets, out of sync with the modern civilization that has lived on the surface. Arguably, my home is nothing more than something old-fashioned and outdated, sir."

"That's exactly the appeal, stupid!" paul exclaimed in amazement at the words of Roswel who impressed low. "I don't really understand art, but I'm sure this house has a very high artistic value! Because, all the carvings made on the walls, floors, and furniture, have a beauty that... UH! I can't explain it in detail!" Paul sighed casually. "I hate to say it, but I really like this place!"

Roswell smiled hearing that. "I'm happy if my house makes you comfortable, sir."

"By the way," Paul spoke again, now his gaze was shifted to the clothes he was wearing. "This shirt I've been wearing, you once said, that this was a dress when you were a student, right?" Paul knitted his brows. "That means what? Could it be that you used to study with someone? Besides, you still haven't explained your life to me. Even from the first time we met, you just told me, that you're just a lowly servant, right? But I'm sure you're not just a lowly servant! So tell me all about yourself, Roswel!"

Flinched, Roswel flicked his steps for a moment, making Paul who was walking behind him, come to a stop. Roswel did not turn his gaze to Paul, he kept staring straight at the end of the hall.

"So, you're curious about my past, sir?"

"of course! You idiot!" Paul exclaimed with a sharpening of his gaze at Roswel's back. "I feel like you're still keeping secrets about yourself to me! You can't open up to me yet! You're so mysterious, Goddamn it!"

Roswell took a weak breath. "It's not the right time, sir," said Roswel, stepping back, away from Paul. "Rather than discussing that, we better hurry to where Mr. Abbas is. Don't you want to meet him? To ask if he was ready, he became a hero?" Roswel smiled with a slight glance at Paul. "Then let's forget about me, and refocus on Mr. Abbas, sir."

"All right!" Paul was upset to hear it, but he was forced to obey it, because his priority was meeting with Abbas. "But you have to promise me, Roswel!" paul said by pulling his steps back. "Someday, you'll have to tell me all about your past!"

Roswel smiled faintly at him, he did not expect that Paul would be interested in his life, even though it was not important. If Paul had threatened him with something called 'promise', Roswel could say nothing but, "Yes, I promise, sir." roswel said in such a delicate voice. "After you find ten heroes, then I will gladly give you a gift, that is, the story of my life."

Paul smiled broadly, that's what he wanted from a long time ago. "Good! I accept your offer! That way, I will be excited in finding a hero! Besides, the number of heroes I found were seven! In a moment, I will successfully complete this task! And you! Must keep your promise! Goddamn bum!"

"You don't have to worry, sir," replied Roswel in a soft tone. "I will not break that promise, because I consider a promise equal to a soul. If I break it, it's the same as if I hurt your soul, Sir."

After that, Roswel and Paul discussed many more things that were not so important, until finally, they arrived at a door from a room.

"Mr Abbas is inside" Roswel said, pushing slowly through the door. "Please enter. I'll wait outside. Good luck, Mister."

The door was wide open, featuring a black man sitting on a bed in a similar outfit to the one Paul was wearing. Apparently, Roswel had many clothes of the same type, Paul thought the clothes Abbas would wear would be a little different, but in fact, exactly the same.

Paul stepped up his legs, went to a man who was pensive, looking at the situation outside the window from the bed. It seems that Abbas is still not aware that there is currently someone entering his room, the black man is completely insensitive to Paul's arrival.

"What are you doing? Dreaming so?"

Paul's voice was so distinctive in the room that Abbas turned his neck, turning his gaze to the source of the voice. And it turned out to be true, there was the form of a sinister-faced man beside the bed, standing straight with oppressive eyes, pouting lips, and two tightly clenched hands. No doubt, it was Paul.

Abbas just showed a happy expression from his face without taking a word, he looked happy to see Paul was fine. As he remembered, he, along with Nico and Paul, had been attacked by the White Cloak group. Thus, Abbas was very grateful to find Paul who was fine in front of him, with no serious injuries on his body.

"At least, say something! You idiot!" Even though Paul said that, there was no sign that Abbas would respond to his words, which is why, he just sighed saying, "Free, I said so! Shit!" Paul rattled his own hair. Then, he immediately stared intently into Abbas's eyes with a very serious aura. "Now, I want you to answer me correctly, Abbas!" paul said with a growl. "Because! I'll say something very important!"

Abbas tilted his head, not understanding Paul's intentions. But he re-raised his head, trying to understand what Paul was going to say. Hopefully it is not something complicated, because Abbas can not digest the confusing things.

"Listen, you're going to be a hero" said Paul with an unusually serious face, staring intently at Abbas's eyes. "And I, as your mentor," Paul struck his own chest with his hands clenched, like an athlete's ball, which carried the emblem imprinted on his chest. "Will guide you to become a true hero!"

"Hero?" Abbas was shocked to hear, he did not understand why Paul suddenly said that he would become a hero. Since when did Abbas become a hero? He doesn't remember ever doing anything heroic, like for example, helping someone from a hitman, or risking their lives for many. Abbas has never done anything like that. Why did Paul call himself a hero? Abbas really doesn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Paul clicked his tongue at Abbas's question, which seemed to be clueless. But it makes sense, anyone would react that way, if one were to call himself a hero. But he didn't think Abbas was the same as most people, Paul thought, the black man, his reaction would be a little different, but it turned out to be the same.

That's why Paul quickly explained everything about heroes, mentors, anyone who has been chosen as a hero, and things like that. There, Abbas seemed to be being examined by Paul with various things that sounded complicated. Even when Paul was explaining, Abbas was just nodding his head, like the one who understood the explanation, when in fact, he only captured one percent of the hundred percent of the explanations put forward by Paul.

"Here you get it, do you understand?"

Heavily, Abbas nodded his head, trying to be seen with all that Paul had explained to him. Because if he doesn't, Paul will be angry with him, so he has to pretend to understand that Paul is happy.

"Good!" Paul lowered the hand that was still clinging to his chest, then he said, "Now, tell me, are you ready to become a hero!?"

At first Abbas hesitated to answer, because being a hero, that would mean being the center of everyone's attention. Abbas doesn't like that much. He does not want to be something flashy, because the risk is too much. Abbas will definitely get fans and haters, and there is nothing good about those two things. Fans as well as haters, they will all love and hate things excessively. And that'll cause trouble. Abbas does not want such things to happen in his life.

But, Paul was one of the people who was willing to talk to him, when everyone in Cocoa stayed away from him for fear of the time bracelet that was about to explode in his hands. Paul, though always rude, was a good man. That's why Abbas would not feel good if he refused Paul's request to become a hero. Abbas wants to return the favor of Paul, he does not want his bond with the creepy man to be severed just because of a rejection. Abbas wants to be a friend to Paul. Not just Paul, but for Nico and Colin as well. The three of them are good people.

With a charming smile, Abbas replied, "I want to" Abbas said with his manly baritone voice and happy-looking face. "I want to be a hero."

Paul was stunned, he was happy to hear Abbas's reply. Paul thought Abbas would reject him, for from that moment on, the man seemed to ponder, as if he were considering something tensely. But finally, Abbas has found a good option, whatever it is, Paul is really happy.

After Abbas answered Paul, suddenly the door of the room opened, and the sound of the footsteps of some people, was heard coming into the room. After Paul and Abbas glanced towards the door, it turned out that it was Nico and Colin, they both looked elegant, wrapped in crystal-collared black shirts and pants, the model is exactly the same as that worn by Paul and Abbas.

"We heard your talk" Nico said, coldly pressing his glasses. "I didn't expect you guys to be wearing the same clothes as us, absolutely disgusting, to have a twin with you, Paul."

"YOU'RE QUIET!"

"Oh!" Colin wiped the sweat that soaked his forehead. "I thought you were still fainting! Thank goodness you're okay too!" Colin's focus was immediately shifted to Abbas's wrist. "Whoah! Red bracelet! Disappeared!?"

Seeing Colin shocked to see his clean hands without a bracelet, made Abbas only smile thinly. "The bracelet has been removed" Abbas replied in a heavy voice. "By a man named Roswel."

Colin and Nico were shocked to hear that. "As usual, Roswel is always meddling in our problems" Nico sighed in a sharp tone. "When a problem is a time of self-maturity, it must be solved on its own. If we have any problems, always helped by Roswel. Why do we become something stupid like a hero?" Nico snorted arrogantly. "It seems, we're still being propelled by Roswel."

Paul was speechless at the remark, what Nico said had a point. All this time, Roswel had always helped them, going on and on to help them, whatever the case, the powerful man would definitely appear if they were in a precarious and dangerous situation. And according to Paul, if they continue to be treated so by Roswel, there is no room for them to solve a problem alone.

"Hey! Niko! Don't say that!" Colin immediately exclaimed at Nico after hearing the piercing words. "You should thank Roswell! Because he always helps us! Imagine if Roswel didn't come when we were attacked by the White Robes! The four of us must have died silly there! Aren't you thinking that way?"

Nico just lowered his head, he did not dare to reply to Colin's words. To Nico, whatever Colin said was an absolute truth. "Sorry" Nico said in a soft voice.

Colin smiled hearing Nico say sorry. "It's okay as long as you understand your mistake, so don't put on a pouty face like that, Nico. Hehe."

"I think! What Nico said makes sense! You idiot!" snapped at Paul with an angry face, Colin, Nico, and Abbas turned to his mentor's face after hearing the call. "If we continue to be helped by Roswel, we will not be able to advance! Should be! We need to be able to solve a problem alone!"

"But Paul!" Colin did not accept Paul's remark, he felt that there was something wrong with it. "If Roswel had not come! We all must be dead! Roswel should have helped us! He has great power! And he can see whatever we're doing! He should have helped us!"

"ASSHOLE! SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN SO ANNOYING LIKE THIS!? FUCKING COLIN!"

Suddenly Abbas got out of bed, and immediately rubbed Paul, Colin, and Nico's hair in turn, like a grandfather who calmed his grandchildren. Suddenly, the atmosphere became silent for a moment. "All of you are good children" Abbas said with a faint smile. "So, don't fight anymore."

Paul was shocked, Colin sumringah, and Nico were wide-eyed, as their heads were suddenly touched and rubbed by Abbas gently and warmly.

As the three of them were about to respond to Abbas's treatment, suddenly a voice came into the room.

"Mr Paul, Mr. Colin, Mr. Nico, Mr. Abbas" It turns out that the person who entered was Roswel. "You don't have to worry. From the beginning, I had no intention of proposing to you. However, if I see you suffering and can do nothing but cry, then I will come to your aid. After all, if I were to flatter you, perhaps from the moment of the appearance of the Spirit Assassins, I might as well come straight away. But I haven't come yet, have I? Of course, the reason for that is because I want to see first, how strong you guys are holding out against them. I'm not going to go straight down to the field before you don't look like you're going to be destroyed. So that's it, hopefully with this, you can understand."

Finally, they all understood at the explanation from Roswel.

"Then" Paul began to speak in a loud voice. "Because our business is done here! Return us to Swart City! Roswell!"

Roswel smiled at his friendly smile. "Well, sir," replied Roswel obediently. "But before that, I'll tell you, be where the next hero is, so that you tomorrow no longer need to wait for a call from me." Paul nodded his head with excitement. "So, the next target is a girl with long red hair, sexy body, and always wearing a bikini." Colin paled hearing that. "The sexy girl lives in Luna City. And she's always been called 'Isabella' by her friends, sir."

"K-K-Luna City!?" The pallor on Colin's face increased when he heard the name of a city spoken by Roswel. "W-Isn't that city the center of prostitution in Madelta State!?"

"What is prostitution?" Abbas doesn't know the meaning of the term, it sounds complicated.

"Drawling," Nico chimed in Abbas's question in a cold voice. "And prostitution itself is basically a service that offers sexual intercourse, and you have to pay after enjoying the sexual relationship." Abbas nodded his head, understanding the explanation.

"So the point," Paul grinned. "The next hero is a whore, huh?"