"I know what you're going to say. 'Such filthy languange right in front of Her Majesty! How dare you! You should be beheaded right now!' But I am Her Majesty's last resort and despite how I behave you can't do anything that goes around your helmeted heads. So let's make a deal. I stop cursing, you unchain me from this damn wall. I do what Her Majesty wants, I get to do what I want, within reason of course, around this new to me world. Deal or no deal."
"Deal."
He was sure some of the guards would answer him. But this one word that tied many weird, reasonable and downright stupid things didn't come out of any of the guards' mouths. It came from Celestia herself.
"Release him. It's getting too late for any more explanations anyway. Tell the maids to prepare a guest room, bath and dinner with meat. We will talk about details tomorrow. Now take him to his new chamber."
The guards saluted and took the chains off his wrists. With a wave, they ordered him to follow.
Hope the guestroom has a bar
...
He looked at the clock.
"Half past eleven, it's still early. Holy hell, never had such good whiskey."
The glass in his hand was almost empty.
"Time for a refill"
Grabbing the bottle, he poured quite a bit of tea-colored alcohol to said glass. The weather was nice, so he decided to take his drink outside. He had a good view of full moon on clear sky. An image which always put him at ease and on edge at the same time. He reached into his trousers' pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it, he leaned over a balcony's railing.
"Thou must be the human our sister summoned. We must say, we had a different imagination of thou."
He always believed in his sharp senses. But he wasn't used to beings with wings, so he reacted in way he wasn't known of.
"Whoa! Fucking hell!"
On the balcony landed another horned pony with wings. This one dark blue.
"We thought thou are more courageous."
He said nothing. He just let the mechanism hidden in his duster's sleeve put a gun in his hand and fired a bullet to the sky.
The pony shouted. Not a distinguished one, but a screech of a girl scared to death.
"Says who."
"Art thou insane?!"
"No... maybe. I just don't like when people say things about the book while knowing only it's cover."
Fuck's sake... Putting up with these ponies...
"Alright, let's start over. Yes, I am the human Celestia brought to your world for help in defeating werewolves. It's kinda my job back in my world."
The only thing her face was showing was confusion.
"Right... We art Luna, the princess of the night. Celestia is our sister."
How many princesses is there anyway? Time after time I get to know one by one... Hmmm... Since I jackpotted a lot of things during Celestia's monologue, let's say there are four princesses of Equestria at the moment. If I'm wrong, no booze for a month, not even beer.
"So... Does a savior of our world have a name?"
This question triggered a feeling he hasn't been getting in a very long time. Namely - surprise.
"Beg your pardon?"
"What's your name silly?"
Now that's a question I wasn't expecting. How long has it been since I introduced myself to anyone? Three years? Eh, might as well go with it.
"I'm Roran. Roran Drexler. Monster hunter , mercenary and adventurer."
"Quite a bit of jobs."
"Well, it's just three names of one. I travel around the world, deal with the trouble and get paid for it, that's all."
"But what about fame? Thou must be pretty known around the globe."
"Yes, I am. But not the way you think of." Luna noticed he started to avoid eye contact. Before, he was at least looking in her way, except when sipping from his glass, but then it seemed like his whole attention was centered somewhere beyond the night sky, far away from th Canterlot castle's balkony. It was like he was a completely different person. Instead of a snarky adventurer, a helpless romantic dreaming of a journey to the stars.
"What might thou mean?"
"You might think a hero protecting his kind from savage beasts would be always welcomed with honors. But no. People see me as a weird creature able to fight these monsters endangering their daily lives. They call me because they don't have any other way. There are not enough werewolf hunters to get all of them nor save everyone. I'm their last second save. I'm consiedered an abomination on the same level as the monsters I kill."
"That's dreadful! How can one resent their hero so much?"
"No idea. But someone has to do it. Humankind might perish without us hunters. I don't resent them for fearing me. Such is the life on Earth."
"Thou art truly a mysterious creature, Roran Drexler. Despite your kind resenting thou, thou still protect them without a second thought."
"Hah, I get that a lot."
Huh, this one is quite likable, I wonder about the other two.