Time skip - Special Quest

Sven found himself in the castle barracks fastening up a new set of armor he'd recently purchased from one of the on-site vendors, a set of snake leather tunics sewn with rib bones of a river python lining his upper and lower body acting as layer of protection. It was good armor, better than the stuff he was wearing before at any rate - level 25 gear was better than level 10 gear no matter how cheaply Sven acquired it. As he did up all the straps of his armor himself he mused over how fast he'd progressed through the guilds classes, not just himself but Alice and Ignis too - many late nights were spent in his room studying, among other things.

Igrasil hadn't shown his ugly head since the battle class incident, to the guilds credit they had kept him isolated from Sven and his group because the guild no doubt didn't want to hinder either heroes progression through the institutions classes. The minister had been showing up unannounced and uninvited every now and then to see for himself how things were getting along, probing Sven with irksome questions and meddlesome requests, however finally he asked Sven something that piqued his interest: "Do you want to go on special quest?" Of course this was something that interested him, could it be that he would finally acquire a class? It was long since due, he'd spent 2 months in this guild and had only progressed 2 levels, from 23 to 25 in a whole 2 months! Although many questions he had were answered, the primary focus of studying at PikanVale was to acquire a class.

Rummaging through his inventory he came upon the muddy box that he had received from the botany fields elder and inspected it once more, seeing if there was any secret that he was missing. 'Months of researching and no leads for what this stupid thing does.' Sven shook it lightly to hear the sound of the key inside jingling like a bell.

"You rang, master?" Ignis appeared from around the corner like she was a ghost or something, Sven jumped a little and almost dropped the box in the process.

"Jeez, don't do that Ignis." Sven held his heart, Ignis giggled playfully as she skipped over to her storage crate - a strong box magically locked to the identity of the owner, inside was all of her mage gear including the staff and necklace Sven had given her all those months ago. She undressed herself right then and there and took her time redressing her new cloths, making sure to bend over and painfully tease Sven, knowing that he was burning a hole into the back of her head as he perv'd.

"Are we all ready yet, oh I see what's going on here! Well I'm not one to be outdone by a midget~" Alice wore a brown set of form fitting robes that left slits in the sides revealing her rib cage and extenuating her modest bust, raising her hands she lifted her boobs and then let them fall, they bounced softly revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sven oogled the pair, long since being used to this kind of antics by the pair of them. He couldn't believe how long it had taken him to show a sexual interest in women, of course he chalked it all up to being a sickly neet recluse that played video games all day in his past life.

"Stop it you two, unless you both want me to-" Before Sven could begin unfastening his belt the untimely minister walked through the door - annoying as per usual.

"Hope I'm not interupting anything, but we'll be travelling by carriage in a matter of minutes so if you young ladies would mind dressing then we'll all be able to set off." As soon as the minister had appeared he left, Ignis was covering her body with an embarrassed blush when she had heard his voice while Alice merely had a small pink tint to her cheeks, less embarrassed but still startled that he would enter the room while they were still changing.

"That fucking guy is gonna get it one day." Sven grumbled as he helped ignis with her back zipper, Sven wasn't sure if the aging minister meant to be an asshole or if he was just completely socially inept - or maybe he just didn't care about anyone else other than himself, either way he was really bordering on the line of intolerance for Sven. However taking a deep breath, the white haired hero calmed himself, the minister was a mentalist and that class wasn't to be trifled with no matter the level - but especially because his level was high, if Sven were to fight him right now he knew he wouldn't stand the ghost of a chance.

When the group was properly dressed they walked outside the castle grounds to find a multitude of carriages waiting for them, Sven blushed as he realized that his group was the last to show up and the rest of them were waiting on him, his guilty feelings only amplified by some of the dirty looks he was receiving from some of the carriage inhabitants. As he and his group walked towards the last carriage he heard some of the students mumbling and whispering about him as he passed.

"That's Sven Gate, rumor has it that he's one of those evil heroes like Igrasil." A beastman whispered a little too loudly to his friend.

"I've heard that too, aren't heroes just the worst?" Came his friends reply, then came another carriage.

"I think he's kind of cute, even if he is a demon." Came an orc females tittering between her friends.

"Don't be tempted, father always warned me about his type. He'll seduce you and then lock you away in his basement to steal your soul." Came her friends hushed reply, followed by more girlish tittering.

"We waited all this time for him, what does he think, showing up late to a quest would be fashionable?" Came a bored complaint from a dark elf in yet another carriage.

"He's a hero, what can you expect? Selfishness is bound to him by nature don't you know?" His dark elf friend replied in an equally bored tone.

Sven finally reached his carriage with a sigh of relief as he stepped inside, he couldn't truly blame some of their complaints - he wasn't exactly setting the best example for heroes by making everybody wait up on him like that. Before Ignis stepped inside she pulled down her eye lid and stuck out her tongue in a childish display in order to taunt them - and taunt them it did. Sven's party hadn't exactly had the best impression on the other students so far, least of all for SunBane and Markus who quietly watched Sven enter the carriage with a predatory look on their faces.

However there was a third set of eyes that were also watching, the most predatory eyes of all, and they weren't focused on Sven this time, rather they were glued to the rude man hating red head currently pulling stupid faces to anger the other students, glued to her like a starved hawk waiting patiently in ambush for its favorite mouse meal.