'So I think the main question is how I'm going to find a familiar?' Azel thought with a long sigh as he trudged through the forest, brushing aside another curtain of blue-leaved ferns that slapped against his face.
The goddess blade was in his right hand, glowing faintly in the filtered light, while his left hovered just above the shrubs in case Plaides had some ridiculous, unwritten rule about not disturbing the plants.
Honestly, Azel wouldn't put it past him.
Plaides really seemed like the type who'd pull rules straight out of his ass and act as though they'd been carved into cosmic law since the dawn of time.
You could hear it from his condescending tone.
That was only half the problem, though.
The real issue was this: he needed to make a Familiar want him.
Not scare it into obeying, not capture it by force — no, it had to willingly accept him as its partner.
