Heeey! So, here's the first part. Let me tell you it straight, they do not know you are a Dungeon Capturer. I'm keeping the best for the next part.

And forgive me please, this part may be boring and awful. TwT

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 The smell of fresh food, the burning taste of alcohol left in your throat. This was the scene in Sindria at the moment. Everyone were happy.

 "Guh, this place always makes me puke." A woman muttered, her scythe bouncing up and down her back.

 "No wonder no one likes you, (Y/N)." A man muttered underneath his nose.

 "I will tell you, that everyone likes me, Fenrir!" She screamed, causing most of the people around them to turn around.

 She laughed awkwardly, motioning them to mind their business.

 "I. Hate. This. Place." (Y/N) growled.

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 Sinbad, the king of Sindria, was relaxing on top of the soft pillows, watching his comrades celebrate, when suddenly, on the balcony, two shadows appeared.

 "Woah. Here's better than down there." The man muttered, only to be smacked on the head by the woman that stood next to him.

 "I apologize for our sudden appearance in front of you, king Sinbad." The woman bowed. "But there is something really important we should talk about." She looked at his golden eyes with her piercing (e/c) ones.

 Sinbad noticed that everyone had gathered around him, glaring towards those two.

 "Where are you from?" He simply asked them, trying to avoid sudden movements.

 "Kou." The unknown man had answered.

 His red as the flame hair danced from the torches around them, his green eyes shining from the reflecting light. He was strong and muscular, but not as much as Sinbad's friend, Masrur.

 On the other hand, the woman looked like no light could touch her. Her face was covered by a black cloth, her eyes only visible. Those (e/c) eyes. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, but a few bangs were bouncing on each of her sides.

 "And what it is that you want?" Sinbad took a step forward.

 "Sin!" Ja'far was the first to speak, trying to persuade his king not to go near them. "There is something odd about them. Do you think it is okay to move towards them like they are friends?"

 The woman chuckled, looking at Ja'far with a devilish look.

 "Believe me, if it was for me, I'd never be here in the first place." She said, untying an envelope, which was around her hip. "This is for you, king Sinbad." She handed him the envelop, jumping back towards her comrade, waiting for Sinbad's answer.

 He read the envelope and smiled.

 "As long as everything will be peaceful, they are most likely welcome." Sinbad said, giving the note to Ja'far, not taking his gaze of the woman. "To be honest, I'd never thought that Kou will sent only two people, especially a woman." He muttered, taking his jug of alcohol.

 He took a sip, when suddenly, someone slapped it away from his mouth.

 "What the?!" Sharrkan yelled, pulling his sword out, charging towards the woman, only to be blocked by two sharp blades.

 "If I were you, I'd never do that." The red-headed man smiled, then turned towards the woman, who trembled in anger. "(Y/N)! Knock it off. You'll get us in trouble."

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 (Y/N) watched as the alcohol made a small puddle, her clenching her fists.

 She always hated men to threat woman with disrespect. And what if she was a woman? She was capable of doing everything men could.

 "(Y/N)! Knock it off. You'll get us in trouble." She was pulled out of her thoughts by Fenrir, who had blocked an attack from one of the men of Sinbad.

 "God damn it..." She hissed, pulling away.

 Then, out of the sudden, she felt her hand being pulled with such power, it almost made her yelp in surprise.

 Sinbad had a serious expression as he examined her from head to toe. He slowly reached out, pulling the cloth on her face, making her growl.

 "Don't touch her!" Fenrir yelled, kicking away the white headed man, trying to lunge towards the king, who swiftly dodged his attack.

  Sinbad smiled innocently, still holding (Y/N) by the hand.

 "I suggest you let go of my hand. Now." (Y/N) said sharply.

 Drakon chuckled at the sight, not only because there was something similar in both those, but there was also because she did not realise who she was talking to.

 "Sinbad is a Dungeon Capturer. What could you possibly do at the moment?" He smiled. "And we are his Household Members. We are outnumbering you at the moment. So just back away and don't do something you will be sorry about." (Y/N) hissed at that statement.

 She had promised Kou to give the note and wait for the arrival of prince Hakuryuu and princess Kougyoku.

 Curse these rules.

 She sighed, touching her forehead with her free hand.

 Luckily, she felt the cloth still wrapped around her face, which made her happy.

But how would she survive so many weeks, until those two come?

She looked towards Fenrir, who as if reading her thoughts, shrugged his shoulders.

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(Y/N) and Fenrir were placed in a room, which had a balcony with a view towards the sea.

Of course, that Ja'far guy left a few guards in front of the door, so that "nothing unexpected would happen".

It was again one of those nights, where she couldn't sleep.

Fenrir on the other hand snorted like a big lazy pig.

She went on the balcony, the breeze tickling her face.

She had not taken anything off her. She did not trust anyone here.

But there is one thing she liked here. The beauty of the sky, the moon that reflected in the water.

Then something popped in her head.

She couldn't go through the door, or else she risked having problems with the guards. So she decided to take her scythe (which she barely kept from being taken from the Fanalis guy, Masrur) and jump from the balcony.

(Y/N) landed on the ground as a feather and started running across the trees and houses, reaching the cliffs.

Little she knew that she had been watched all the time. From someone, who wanted to know more about her.

Someone who wished to know what she was actually hiding.