In the kingdom of Fiore there are three type's of people, those who fight for their twisted view of good or evil, those who fight because their told too and finally those who do it because it get's them what they want. Your the third type and there's no way you could say otherwise. You are The Mage slayer, a mercenary who knows what he wants and will get his way anyway he can be it by words or by your blade it does not matter whatever you want is yours and why because your strong.
You don't rely on the power of friendship to get you though your battles no you've worked your way up from some unknown weak ass scrub to become this man that even the magic council members see you as a threat if you ever turn rouge. So it no wonder sometimes little trumped up mages come out for your blood some hoping to win the world favour, others think your attitude of getting whatever you want is wrong and want to teach you the 'right path' and most want you to serve them. All of them either met their end at your blade or fled for their lives telling everyone how big and bad you are because you beat them up.
Still today would be a normal day for you. Waking up in some inn you checked into last night, washing yourself of whatever idiot you killed yesterday in the shower, changing into your gear, checking any female waitresses or bar tenders before finally setting off to do some jobs for who ever is going to pay you the big jewels. A hard life for any rookie starting out however to those who's been in it a while its just as easy as eating breakfast as someone always wanted something they didn't want to dirty there hands with and that's where you came in.
Today's job came to you as you strolled around the markets of oak town helping yourself to what fruit caught your fancy as most merchants simply knew better then to argue with you and those who didn't were soon told either by their fellow merchant or by your fist in their gut. You'd just take a large bit of your free fruit as an older gentlemen walks up to you dressed in a butler suit asking you if you maybe the man known as the mage slayer?
"I have a name you know but whatever what do you want?" You ask with your mouth full. The butler with a disapproving look at your action goes on to say he come by his master's will to ask if you would consider a job which could end in your death. Letting out a loud unimpressed laugh, you send small bit of your fruit into the air as you go on to answer the butler that most the job you take could kill you and yet here you stood talking to some old guy who thinks he's above everyone else because he's a butler.
With such a comment most people would walk away but you knew better. People like this man and his master are the worst of the human race and so a comment like that would be nothing to them and would you believe it the butler simply asks if you would accompany him to his master's house to discuss this job. Worst of the human race but has jewels so why say no? With that you and the butler take a long walk through the town saying nothing before coming to a large mansion built where the old phantom guild used to be.
Beautiful as you could image with a lush front garden, a polished stone path way leading to large oak front doors and inside well Buckingham palace would look like a rent flat compared to this décor. Golden walls, exotic plants everywhere, furniture you where sure cost more then most guild building you finally meet the master of the house sitting in his large valet red chair in his office which looked to be the size of two bedrooms.
He looked to be in about his sixty with barely any hair on his head and the face of a sour prune like some grumpy old granddad. You didn't pay much to what he said only his name, Mr Arthur Dews and the job at hand to kill the famous s-class mage Erza Scarlet.
"That quite a tall order there old man, I hope you got enough jewels to make me king because that going to be my price to kill such a women." You say cutting off your client as he natters on about matter you don't care about. Surprised at this the old man nods before with a smirk say he could give me the jewels or he'd offer me something else or much greater value.
"Unless it your house I'm not interested old man." You blurt out in a cocky tone unimpressed with people who didn't want to pay their way. However the offer was something quite close to that and as the old man explained he said he wanted Erza dead, but if she could simply disappear he would be happy and so if you could make that happen he could arrange you to have a place for you to do as you please.
So it came down to this, either kill the target and get some jewels or simply make her disappear from public eyes and get some place I could play with my reward? What reward would
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