"Oh? Aren't you Mr. Achill, the man known as the True God of Death?" Early that morning, after breakfast, Achill was wandering around the famous Magic City when a cloying voice suddenly came from behind him.
He turned around and saw an absolute oddball standing behind him. That incredibly "voluptuous" figure, those seductive, soul-stirring eyes, and that equally gleaming bald head all seemed to proclaim something...
"Say, who's this guy?" Achill turned to ask Laxus, who was following behind him.
"Oh, stop it! I'm Bob! You could have just asked me my name~ Why ask someone else..." Bob shook his fleshy cheeks and coyly introduced himself in that syrupy voice before striking a Modeling pose like a fat goose.
"He's Master Bob of Blue Pegasus." Looking thoroughly dispirited, Laxus gave the oddball an indifferent glance and said flatly, "He's also a good friend of the old man..."
"Then why is he here? Shouldn't a guild master stay in his own guild?" Achill continued asking in a low voice. "Wandering around with a Modeling look that bizarre, isn't he afraid he'll frighten innocent little kids?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention," Laxus continued in the same flat voice. "Blue Pegasus's headquarters is in this city."
"So that's it." Achill nodded in understanding, then turned to Master Bob, who was still striking a fat-goose Modeling pose, and said with a smile, "So you're the renowned Mr. Fat Goose— ahem, no, Master Bob of Blue Pegasus! I've heard so much about you~" As he spoke, he politely patted the other man's bald head, wearing the fakest smile imaginable.
"What an honor to know you've heard of me, Mr. Achill. Your own reputation is far greater! Who in the Kingdom hasn't heard of Mr. Achill, the True God of Death? Even I've been looking forward