Limitless The Strongest Revenant

My words caused all the girls to freeze in silence. It was one thing to shout and preach about fighting. But the reality was never as romantic. If they could hide behind excuses before, my offer would expose their true nature.

If Claire truly believed her honor was worth fighting and dying for, she would accept. Otherwise, she would apologize and know she was full of crap.

Yvonne and Aisha both stood up, almost screaming as they came between their guildmate and me.

"Esteemed Patron, please forget what Claire just said, she is sick in the head."

"Patron, Claire's family situation is a bit of a mess, please forgive her rudeness."

I raised the 1911 and cocked the hammer, then pointed the gun at Yvonne's forehead.

"This is between Claire and me, get out of my way."

Yvonne began to tremble as she stared down the muzzle of the 1911. But despite all her fear, she didn't move a step. Aisha was similar, hugging Claire as if to shield her despite her small frame.

"I WILL DO IT!" came a voice from the idealist of Golden Wick.

"CLAIRE SHUT UP!" Yvonne roared as she covered her guildmate's mouth.

Seemingly spurred into action, the other members all stood up and formed a wall of bodies around Claire. With Claire restrained by her sisters, Yvonne stepped forward and bowed to me.

"Esteemed Limitless, please cancel your contract with us. Please forget all that has happened today. We take our leave."

"Oh? The life of one reaper is enough for all of you to throw away your only lively hood?" I scoffed.

"Patron, Golden Wick may not be as powerful as the other guilds, but we can boast one thing. We look out for each other like a family. We refuse to let one of our own die for such a stupid reason."

"And your sister would hate you for trampling on her morals, wouldn't she?"

"She will learn in time, as I have. Please do not bother with us any longer." With that, Claire was dragged by Golden Wick as they walked out the door.

"Too bad, I wanted to place an order for more blessings. But the guild I trusted the most just cancelled our contract."

The entire Golden Wick Guild stopped in their tracks after hearing my complaints.

Yvonne clasped her hands and asked.

"Patron, do you still want to continue our contract despite everything we have done?"

"Why wouldn't I? Apart from a pathetic striptease, you haven't done anything wrong."

"Hey! We don't do that kind of thing, okay! We are pure virgins!" one of them said.

Yvonne then approached me as she asked.

"Patron, the circumstances are just as we described. My entire guild cannot bless anything until next week. The Holy Grail Guild can bless 500 items a week. With your finances, you could go to them. Why do you insist on us?"

"I don't know Holy Grail, and when I called them, they didn't answer. Therefore, I will only have your group bless my weapons."

"Just because of that?"

"Just because of that," I repeated.

"We will not allow Claire to fight with you, even if you continue our contract. That is non-negotiable," Yvonne emphasized with a sharp glare.

"I don't particularly care either way."

"Pwauh! Yvonne! Let me fight! Hampuhh!"

Like a wild animal, Claire was held down and gagged with handkerchiefs by her guild mates. It was heartwarming to see such a close-knit group.

"That's enough out of you."

" Mou! Claire, stop making trouble for everyone!"

Golden Wick had unanimously decided to sell themselves rather than send one of their own into battle. Yet, somehow, giving their bodies to a bastard like me was okay. Women's logic.

"And for the record, I am staying with you because we have a contract. I have no interest in you in that way, you are all too young for my taste."

"But Patron, we are all already legal, you know? Tightness guaranteed," another cackled.

"Look kid, grow some breasts and talk to me again in a few decades. You should appreciate yourself more."

"Patron, not only did you almost kill us with your death resonance, you even pulled a gun on our leader. It's kind of hypocritical to say that, isn't it? Have you no shame?!"

At the words of the Golden Wick Reaper, everyone, including me, burst out laughing.

"Besides, a bastard like me won't be attractive to kids. After all, I am a death seeker," I added.

The girls stopped giggling and looked at me in surprise.

"But Patron, you are A+ Kindred material, you know?"

"What? Are you serious? Stop lying."

After I denied their words the girls all began to fervently say otherwise.

"Patron, you are a Wraith who earns thousands of souls a night. Your fighting skills alone put most Phantoms to shame."

"In addition, you are handsome, have a ripped body, honor your commitments, and have impeccable integrity."

"And he didn't take advantage of such pretty girls when we offered ourselves to you. Not many guys would tell us to appreciate ourselves."

"That's right, Patron! And you smell so sexy. If you said I had a chance, I would definitely get you drunk, fuck your brains out and squeeze your dick dry!"

"..."

The Reaper who said she wanted to sleep with me sweated profusely as her guild glared at her with cold eyes.

"Oh come on! You all thought it too! Why single me out!"

"Ehem. Esteemed Patron, how many blessings would you buy?" Yvonne tried to change the subject.

"25."

"YEET!! NO CAP?! No backsies!"

It seems like the sirens, Yvonne's speech pattern changed as she became overwhelmed with emotion.

"Yes, the performances of the Blessed Rounds were beyond my expectations. I need more of them. About a thousand more."

When the girls heard my words, they all threw Claire aside and lined up in front of me before bowing.

"Patron Limitless! We will never forget this! Thank you for choosing Golden Wick! May your fate end the darkness!"

Immediately after their thanks, the girls all began to chirp like children who had won the lottery. As they jumped up and down, they repeated one word over and over like a broken record.