Chapter 3: A Request
Being a priest makes you to be an early bird. Azrael thought of this as he went down to the first floor of the dormitory for his usual routine.
Apparently, the bard last night remained there, in the very same position, although sleeping. Azrael wondered that how did the bard sleep in that position.
"Isn't it supposed that no other people except acolytes and priests to be here?"
The bard woke up, yawned and looked around. His navy blue hair followed his head as a lock of it hid one of his eyes. The bard stopped observing and looked directly to Azrael. What is with this person?
The bard simply shook of his head and went outside, carrying his mandolin with him. Azrael shrugged and continued his way to the Hall of the Preachers.
The hall is not actually a busy and noisy area like the Alchemist's Institute in Alde Baran but is actually kept a silent and serene environment. The priest headed towards the Administration.
"What do I have for today?" Azrael asked a priest wearing thick round glasses behind the glass window.
"A bard and an alchemist need a priest, and they specified your name below," the priest pulled out a paper from his robe and showed him the request.
"That early? I just came back here," Azrael complained as he took the paper from the priest through the hole at the lowest of the glass window. The other priest shrugged.
"Guess I've got to register this and head off," Azrael said as he left the hall and entered the Hall of the Believers.
The Hall of the Believers is not like the other one, novices are sitting on their chairs next to a door for their examination to become an acolyte, and the choir is on their regular practice. Though it is not as silent as compared to the other, it kept the serene environment.
Azrael moved towards the registration where an acolyte is yawning.
"Hey there," Azrael greeted the boy who nodded in reply.
"I'm off to do this request," Azrael continued as he gave the paper to the acolyte through the hole on the lowest part of the window.
"Azrael, priest of the External Order, is now legibly able to do this request," the lazy voice of the acolyte came as he stamped the paper and returned it to the priest. The priest thanked the acolyte and gave the paper to the administration.
"I'm off," the brunette said as the priest behind the glass window stamped the paper taken.
When he stepped out of the sanctuary, he immediately placed on his feather beret. He looked around and saw an alchemist leaning on the lamppost. The alchemist was the alchemist last night, the priest thought as some elders entered the sanctuary to mourn for the king.
"Wha? You're Azrael?" the alchemist asked the priest as he stopped from leaning at the lamppost. The priest nodded.
"I guess we have to bring you in," he smiled to the priest.
"The name's Theodore, nice meeting you Azrael," the brown haired alchemist offered his hand for a shake.
"Yeah, good to know you too Theodore," the priest replied.
"Huh? You started without me?" a new masculine voice came. The two looked at the direction of the voice and they saw a bard with navy blue hair covering one of his orange eyes. The priest immediately identified the bard as the bard earlier at the dormitory.
"That bard is Seraph, he is kinda clumsy and late for everything ya see," Theodore introduced the bard as Azrael and Seraph shook hands.
"Nice meeting you," they both stated.
"Since we've known each other and down with the introductions, we'll explain our true motive in requesting to talk to you Azrael," the alchemist started. The priest nodded.
"You have heard of the recent news of Morroc's destruction, am I right?" the alchemist questioned. The priest nodded briefly.
"We want to get a sample of the soil found within Morroc since we need to research about this demon. However, news says that the spirits of the demon Morroc has entered the ruined frontier town and therefore made this sand gathering extremely dangerous."
"We don't want to end up dying, and we believe that you, being the sole survivor, can manipulate light magic higher that the regular priests," the alchemist finished, the priest frowned, and the bard sang a peculiar song.
The trio walked through the Prontera fields, completely aware that they are now approaching the Sograt Desert.
"Why don't we rest for a bit?" Theodore asked the other two, the priest shrugged and the bard immediately sat down and sang. Weird person, Azrael thought.
Theodore pulled out three bottles, all containing replenishing liquid. Theodore threw two the priest and the bard, who caught it perfectly. The priest, rested under the shade of a tree, sighed in relief. It has been awhile since he found himself in this position. He smelled the fresh smell of the trees on the field. On his background, the bard sang another peculiar song. Though the song is peculiar, Azrael found his area calm.
What stopped him from this was when a feminine face appeared before him. He shouted in surprise, destroying the calm environment. Then, he blurted out.
"What in the name of, ah, sorry," the priest stopped when he saw the complete figure.
She is wearing the standard uniform for monks and a pink heart hairpin is pinned on her blonde hair that is tied into three ponytails; the one in the middle reached her waist while the other two reached her elbow. Her sapphire blue eyes gave the priest daggers.
"That's how you treat me? How awful of you Azrael," the monk pouted as Theodore arrived at the scene with his axe and cart.
Err... yo? Nothing much to say here but hey, Morroc here is already ruined.
What the hell is wrong with the monk anyway? Well, think. Anyways, that's the first female character I added! Just who is she? XD
I dunno if I can update the next days since there's no classes for umm... 4 days? ;)
I forgot to mention:
Samael - Poison of God
See the -el ending? that gives you a hint that the name plays an important role. XD