Uranium: The Jinxed Prince
The Jinxed Prince 17's

No need to wait for long, the hundreds of lips on the field immediately exclaimed, fishing for a fight between a young man and a girl to explode immediately. Their eyes were wide open, thirsty for commotion, thirsty for moans and blood from the slain 'weak.

Indeed, if comparing between a girl who brandished a dagger confidently and a frail young man who was seen as never holding a sword, it was certain who the winner of the fight was.

But in the sea of humans that continued to cry out, the pair of humans that were spoken of were still dissolved in a gripping silence, as if a single move could instantly sever the lives of the opponents before them. But it did not last long, because suddenly the young man laughed cynically. "'Want'?" said it. "Who do you dare to judge me as worthy or not?"

Shawn's words were like oil poured into a burning fire. In a split second the girl instantly added strength to her dagger. Shawn jumped up, dodging the quick follow-up movements the girl directed until she was cornered back a few steps.

Shit!

The girl's dagger was only a few milliseconds away from Shawn's eyeballs, but with quick reflexes the young man jumped back, even locking the girl's arm from behind.

Seeing the unexpected, the calls around them became more and more like circus goers who saw surprising attractions.

The right corner of the girl's lips shot up, looking at the young man behind her, "With such quick reflexes, I'm sure you won't have any trouble escaping while saving both of your parents, right?"

The cheer gets heated up, some start blaspheming Shawn who could let both parents killed and run away. Shawn's eyebrows twitch. Over time this nonsense becomes more and more annoying.

"Agatha!" one exclamation successfully silenced every open lip, lowered the angle of the raised lip, and made each head turn. The jet-black haired man with the expression of a stern face walked through the sea of humans, even his steps were enough to 'rule' every one present there gave him a path.

"Are you making an unnecessary fuss?" said the man was half irritated. On the contrary, the girl in question was precisely smiling, removing Shawn's arm from his arm, "I'm just confirming the worthiness of every participant of the hunt this time." The pair of netra amber glanced around so even his words, making the atmosphere suddenly become gripping.

Running out of words, the newly arrived man snorted while scowling his head. "Alright, it's up to you," he said resignedly. With the power that the leader of the hunt had just given him, Agatha immediately pointed to the young man she had fought with. The black-haired youth with flaming red eyes, "You just asked who I judged you deserved, right? I'm the vice-chairman of this hunt, Agatha Mayers. And congratulations, I think you deserve to follow this hunt."

'Agatha Mayers'? inner Shawn did not expect to be able to meet the girl of the same name with a name that had always echoed in the Marquess residence.

Shawn heard a lot about Agatha Mayers while still living in the Plutonium residence. There's not much Shawn remembers about the girl. But if it is not wrong many servants who call it 'rebels'. This was because he was just a commoner, a woman, but dared to point his sword at the first son of the Great Hero family, Isaac Plutonium.

Agatha Mayers has dark skin with a horrible amber bead like a wild animal in the middle of the night. The pair of beads with pointed ends were able to slash every creature that entered into his distance of view. Her blond hair was like a wavy thread capable of ensnaring anyone into perdition. His behavior is far from polite. Tell the young, it never even applies respect to the elderly.

But of course, Agatha Mayers could be standing in front of her now is not the 'that' Agatha Mayers'.

"Then, you, you, and you."

Other than Shawn, there were a few lucky people who managed to attract the attention of Agatha's index finger: a pair of young men and a girl who seemed to come together, as well as a mysterious girl who covered her entire face and body with a robe. Other than his height which was almost equivalent to Shawn's, there were no words that could describe his appearance as being covered in a robe.

Be of the hundreds of registrants, the hunting team that is sheltered by the Arsenic Guild only contains 6 people. But of course, that doesn't make sense!

"Something's wrong here!" the orange-haired burly man gallantly advanced, sounding calm in his heavy voice. Though from the nature that he has shown, surely in his heart he has cursed somehow. "Are you really the vice-chairman of the hunt officially appointed by the guild?"

The presumptuous question spontaneously invited a cold gaze from the chairman, the Herald. The tall, well-built, black-haired man, with a "33" tattoo on his neck instantly pulled out the sword that had originally been sheathed at the waist. "Can I assume that your question is an insult to the Arsenic Guild?" the Herald said as he brought the tip of the sword close to the bottom of the man's chin. "What do you mean that the Arsenic Guild is so bad that just anyone can claim to be the vice-chairman?"

The wind blew, shaking the feathers on every silent human. The dark-mannered burly man slowly looked down, trying to see how sharp the sword was aimed at him.

"Chairman, calm yourself down" said Agatha holding the Herald's arm, "this man must have understood only by your words. Aye, right?" The signs of doom were clearly visible from the two corners of the girl's lips raised, forcing the man's bald head to nod quickly.

"From that mark on your neck, you must have been with Arsenic for over 5 years. I hope you don't intend to make dirty excuses like 'insulting' the reason you're out of here" Agatha continued, still with a smile reflected on her beautiful face.

Without feeling the need to look at the expression that people were now displaying there, the Herald and Agatha turned around. "Only those chosen by Agatha Mayers can follow us! The rest, please go!"

Shawn and other appointees followed the Herald and Agatha. All four were led into a medium-sized room. The bright light of the LED lights up there became the first thing that welcomed the netra. Several wooden chairs were laid out around a square table in the middle of the room. Some tall green plants adorn the corners.

"Please sit down, everyone," the Herald said as he sat down. "Then, let's start from a brief introduction to each one."

"Yes," said Agatha, then her pair of sharp eyeballs were directed at the young girl behind the cloak. "I'm most curious about you. It starts with you!"

In response to Agatha's remark, the young girl nodded. "Call me Vio" said the girl in a very gentle voice, "and my skill is hypnotism."

"Hipnotism?" agatha's reflexes were startled, as such skill was extremely rare in Lionheart. In contrast to her, the Herald responded flatly, "That's a not-so-useful, but foreseeable skill from a woman like you." Then he turned to the black-haired girl next to Vio, "Is your glory the same?"

Quickly the girl who was stared at shook her head, with a firm and loud voice saying, "My name is Margaret, and I've been swinging a sword since I was 3 years—"

"How can an ordinary folk swing a sword at such a young age?" cut the Herald impatiently, frowning at the girl full of probing.

"Before when we were little, there was a swordsman who settled into our village to enjoy his old age. He kindly taught the village children, including me and Margaret," the navy blue-haired young man replied, "previously my name was Zein, Margaret's brother." Unlike Margaret, Zein's voice seemed haughty and cold, even the gaze thrown by a pair of legume beads made the Herald uncomfortable.

"Then you? Where's your sword?" this time the Herald turned to look at the young man sitting at the far left, next to Vio. The black-haired, red-haired youth who was quietly moving his fidgety fingers under the table for the first time in his life. He felt the same feeling as when he first arrived at the Moonlight Inn and faced the green-haired lady at the reception desk.

The difference, this time there was no child did not know the black-haired manners that would help Shawn speak.

"I can't use a sword" the young man replied in a trembling voice, as if confessing the heaviest sins of life.

"You can't use a sword?" agatha exclaimed in disbelief, especially when she saw Shawn nodding to his words. Though the movement that the young man had shown when fighting him was clearly the movement of a fighter.

Brak!

The five people in the square room gasped at the sound of a table suddenly being kicked, reflecting the intense anger of the black-haired man. "Why did you sign up if you couldn't even use a sword?"

"Money," one word is more than enough to describe Shawn's purpose, and more than enough to leave everyone in the room agape.

I don't need a sword to kill those wolves anyway.

"What if this is all?"  Spontaneous all attention was on Margaret. The bright-skinned girl smiled at Shawn, "Let me teach her to use the sword. If at least he can master the basics, then let him keep up with this hunt."

Silence re-emerged, the Herald turned to stare at Shawn sharply, a raven who could not wait to tear parts of his body. "How much money do you need?" tanyakanya. "I'll give you as much as you need. So, go."

If this was a normal situation, Shawn would have been happy to accept the offer that man gave. But no, not with a cynical look and a tone that seemed to drive Shawn away. Moreover, the man was part of the Arsenic Guild that had once been eyeing his life.

"I'm..." Shawn's words stopped when he realized that the man in front of him did not have a "33" tattoo on his neck. Shawn then turned to Agatha and found the same thing.

This is not true.

"How's it?" looking at Shawn who was just silent, the head of the hunt asked again.

Shawn blinked, the pair of blue beads behind the contact lenses staring straight into hazel eyeballs.