After having lunch in the hotel's restaurant, the two of us were travelling once again. Rakesh promised we would find a place to rest again before midnight, if only so that I could sleep but between now and then, I had to answer his pop-quiz questions on the various monsters that were in the notebook and how to kill each of them.I played along with him because he refused to answer questions about himself and I had little else to talk about."How do you escape from a kelpie? Or kill it?" Rakesh questioned me.I sighed out and said, "silver hurts it. Are there any monsters that aren't fearful of silver? And why silver anyway? What is so special about it?"Rakesh seemed thoughtful about it for a moment and then paused in his steps. He looked at my neck where the choker was and then replied, "back in the early days of humanity, they put water in a silver pitcher, because it takes a lot longer for the water to go scummy. There are medical prop

Rem and I spent most of the night talking about Hunters and he gave me some tips here and there. He agreed to travel with us for a day or two, just to keep an eye on Rakesh, but also to help train me since Rakesh would be asleep during the day. It wouldn't be much, but until we got into a better routine, it would do.Rakesh agreed to look for more information on my parents during the nights while we slept, though Rem at first seemed against it, he relented when I begged him to give the idiot a chance. I wondered if Rem knew who Rakesh was, or had at least heard of him. Though I didn't want to ask with Rakesh still in the room so I waited until he had left."Have you heard of the name Rakesh?" I asked Rem as he made himself comfortable at the end of my bed. He had decided by himself that he was going to share the bed with me, I was fine with this. We had grown up together and often shared a bed as children.Rem looked over to me at my end of the bed a

Rem woke up about ten minutes after Rakesh got into bed. I had tried to probe Rakesh again, but every reply was met with an annoying joke. In the end, I decided to shelve the questions for later. Maybe Rem would know how best to probe the fool so I resigned to asking him about Rakesh after we had gotten some training in.Leaving Rakesh to his daytime sleeping, the two of us went down into the large hotel restaurant and ordered some breakfast. While we waited, Rem had me people watch. He said it was one of the first things Hunters did in order to quickly pick out the humanoids which might be dangerous and which might not be and by humanoids, he obviously meant the supernatural kind.I did... poorly. I wasn't used to this sort of thing but Rem being my best friend, was patient with me. He smiled and shook his head, kicking me under the table playfully. "Good thing I do not have to rely on you to know when to be alert or not," he teased me with a playful little gr

The two days with Rem came and went quickly. I had gotten a little better at pointing out the supernatural - at least the pure-blooded ones. Half-blooded humans were harder to tell from normal humans and that would only come with experience but usually, they posed zero risk due to how diluted their supernatural blood was.Without agreeing to join the Hunters Guild, I wasn't allowed to have a gun or sword infused with silver, but Rem did help teach me how to use the knife my grandfather had given me so that I wasn't just stabbing at the more dangerous beings and hoping for the best.As for Rakesh, he still refused to talk to me about anything unless it was him being a flirtatious idiot so I did my best to ignore his stupid antics for now and worked on honing what Rem was able to teach me. I had a list of places I could go and would be welcome all across the British Isles. Rem told me if Rakesh tried to take me out of the country, to warn people. I hoped it wouldn't come

After a good day's sleep and returning to the tailor shop to pick up the outfits that had been tweaked to fit our forms better, Rakesh and I were dressed to impress. I wore a white smart shirt, black striped trousers with a buckle and belt and a black waistcoat with shiny black shoes. I had originally protested against the cost of the outfit, but Rakesh refused to hear my complaints.Rakesh himself wore a similar outfit, but the colours were swapped, his shirt was black and his waistcoat was white. It was warm enough that neither of us needed a coat and Rakesh didn't like to be weighed down too much.He styled my hair back so that it was out of my eyes. It had grown so long now that my fringe easily hid my eyes, though I almost always kept it brushed to one side, so it only covered the one eye. Now, however, it was slicked back with hair gel into a rather fancy style. Rakesh's own hair was tied up in a white bow. I thought he looked dashing but I did not voice