Bree was leaning against the wall of the store, reading her new book, when Argit returned, rolling down the street like a big red ball; he jumped and skidded to a halt on his feet, ending up right next to her as he did so.
"Alrighty then," Argit cheered. "Dinner is being prepared; let's go get introductions out of the way, shall we?" Bree closed her book and returned it to her inventory before levitating off the ground and flying towards the castle with Argit's red blur following after her at high speed.
Bree landed softly in front of the wall surrounding the castle and took note of the Argit-shaped hole in it before Argit slammed into it, making a second imprint upon the stone as he did so.
Argit pulled himself from the wall and walked away from his crater without a backward glance.
Bree followed Argit to the wall. Bree noticed the street around here actually had a fairly decent crowd; she figured out why when a cheer for Argit started, he waved at them with a smile.
Bree found it kind of funny that Argit was a big deal for a moment, then a hand suddenly pulled her harshly back as a large group of people holding white wands with orbs floating above them pushed past her.
"Out of the way," She heard someone say. A hand smacked her in the eye; Bree's sense of direction was shot for a moment as multiple hands yanked and pulled her out of their way.
She had just escaped what she could guess were reporters when a large guard grabbed and shoved her into the crowd harshly.
"Get back," He said irritably. "No one past this point, dammit," Bree was beyond confused, not at being manhandled, but that she had tried to force them back with magic and was unable to activate it.
"Argit," She tried to call out, only to be drowned out by the crowd screaming the same name. "Dammit, I can't just push past; I've never been good at holding back my strength. I could seriously hurt someone. Maybe I could-" Bree's train of thought was cut off when someone was pushed over and slammed their hands on top of Bree's head to steady themselves.
"Do you mind?" Bree yelled angrily. The woman who had steadied herself on Bree fiercely apologized for her actions before going back to try and get to the front of the crowd, where a lot of knights were holding back the line.
Argit himself was talking to the reporters and had yet to realize Bree had disappeared.
"Are the rumors true? Are you now the third strongest Demon Lord?" A reporter called out.
"Why yes, they are," Argit began striking poses as he spoke to the press. "Although It has yet to be confirmed If I am now Stronger than Trish or if Trish just got weaker,"
"Rumor has it your weapon of choice, the golden fan blade ax you used in your legendary battle with the Dragon King, has been stolen. Do you have any comments on this?"
"Actually, I bet it in a fight and lost it," Argit replied merrily, "my opponent wasn't even fully trying," Argit shook his head "I got played,"
"Is it true that an elf is working under you as one of your new subordinates,"
"No, the elf in question would be who beat me, her name is Bree and she's recently founded the new nation of Melodia, with its capital located in Green-water, she added a hyphen because looking at the long name exhausted her, or something like that I dunno it was like a month ago,"
Argit blinked and looked above the heads of the reporters, finding only empty space behind them, "Speaking of Bree, wasn't she just behind me?" Argit looked around and attempted to jump up, only to jump a little ways off the ground "Ah, I always forget about the Anti-magical Barrier," He groaned before taking a deep breath and screaming out as loud as he could "Hey Bree If you can hear me pull out my Fan Ax so I can finds ya,"
Thanks entirely to her exceptional hearing Bree heard Argit over the crowd and tried reaching inside of her Inventory, she smiled when she succeeded.
"I suppose this is a special skill, not magic," She laughed as she pulled out the Fan Ax and Held it up as high as she could. Argit and every other person in the crowd saw it at once.
"Hey! That's Argit's Fan Ax; that must be the chick who stole it," Bree blinked as Misinformation reigned supreme, and the crowd began grabbing and pulling at her, someone's elbow slammed into her face and a rock hit the hand holding the Fan Ax.
Bree was willing to put up with a lot of things, but among the few things that always made her mad, someone attempting to disarm her by force was second only to someone hurting her followers. Bree grabbed the person who had elbow-dropped her by the arm and flung them over her head, scattering the crowd.
"Hey," Argit called out loudly. "No, no, she won it in a fight, and she hates being disarmed. Chill, everyone, chill!" Argit's cries fell on a crowd that was too focused on their own narrative to listen to reason.
Bree looked to who was hitting her with a rock, only to receive a rock directly into her eye, angry more than hurt she raised her free hand and called out.
"Anti-Magic absorption," Anti-magic filled her hand and shot up, upon hitting the anti-magic barrier she pulled her Anti-magic back to her, sucking the shield in with it.
"Oh, that's so cool," Argit screamed out "What even was that!?"
"Who threw that rock?" Bree demanded, her voice now magnified with so much magic that any too close to her were swept off their feet, the crowd parted away from her and Argit slid in with his hands raised.
"Alright, everyone relax," He called, waving peace signs "She won the Fan ax from me in a fight, so maybe don't go throwing rocks at the lady who can kick my ass," Bree put the Fan ax away and grumbled as she walked past the guard who had yanked her into the crowd, who now flinched away from her as she walked past.
She heard the reporters mumbling and focused her ears on them.
"Elf spotted in Vosa, Shorter than you think," One of them asked.
"Short, bug-eyed woman claims to be Elf: Beats Demon Lord Argit?" Another recommended, before shaking their head "No to long for a headline, needs to be shorter,"
"Oh, I got one," Another declared proudly. "Short Bug-eyes creature causes mayhem in Vosa," the reporters were prevented from coming up with more names when an angry voice called out.
"I'm standing right here" she said angrily, having casually walked into the group of reporters who were all coming up with different titles for their piece that resolved around the theme of insulting her height and eyes, Argit scooted Bree along, laughing nervously as her eyes twitched irritably at the reporters.
"She gets violent when people upset her," Argit said apologetically as he pushed Bree inside the entrance to the Castle courtyard. "And she is an Elf," He called back.