Day 15
Well, Monsterphelia was a bust. It was fun and I did enjoy my time. Airmid even introduced me to a neat little snack called a churro.
Then a bunch of monsters broke out and ruined everything. Of course, I protected Airmid, or more like I let the two guards stationed with us protect her while I took on three Infant Dragons and two Minotaurs.
Got burned alive twice and lost my clothes. Gods I was so embarrassed. I mean I fought all those monsters naked in public.
But Master always said sometimes you have to go from healer to fighter. And Monsterphelia was one of those times. But then something odd happened, after I had killed everything. This weird plant monster burst through the ground and stabbed me directly after.
I killed it right after of course, but I believe I killed a baby version of it. And that's not even the weirdest part, the monster had a yellow monster stone and seemed to be man-made.
I don't know much more beyond that as I'm closed out of the investigation. But I've been asking myself a lot of questions these last couple of days.
Too many questions and no answers. And a lot of thoughts as well as to what to do with my drop items.
I've been doing so much thinking that even Mother entered my mind...I can't remember the last time I've thought about her. I normally try not to, too much hurt...too much guilt.
And down the rabbit hole, I go once more. All the what-ifs that have plagued me my entire life. I hate this part of myself, if I could cut it out and toss it away I would.
But I can't and I'm left feeling empty afterwards. I don't deserve to feel like this though, I got her killed. And I deserve to carry that guilt and anguish for the rest of my life.
Master would be disappointed.
Bell closed his journal and tossed it aside. He didn't feel like writing anything more. Not when his mind went to a place like this.
It would just be pages filled with self-hatred. He didn't need to waste the paper inside for that. So he stared absentmindedly at the ground.
Not hearing Airmid exit her room and enter the bathroom. Not hearing the faucet turn on as she readied her bath.
He didn't hear the birds chirping outside, nor paid any attention to the sun's rays shining through his window.
'They didn't warn me about how alone this city can make you feel.'
He pushed himself out of bed and stretched. 'Feel sorry for yourself later. Today you need to teach Rye how to keep himself alive in the dungeon. His lessons with Eina finished yesterday.'
Bell looked over to the two pouches on his nightstand. Filled with his loot from Monsterphelia, then back to his closet where an assortment of brand new clothes were courtesy of Ganesha.
'I should see Welf about making me some armor and those throwing knives, while also selling my monster stones to get a little extra money.'
With a plan in mind, Bell made his way to his closet and picked out one of the outfits Ganesha had given him.
It consisted of a dark orange long-sleeved jacket with a red shirt and black pants. Bell felt like he would look foolish in this. But the material looked nice and it was a gift from a god after all.
'One that owes me a favor as well. That feels weird to say in my head. Wait a minute how'd he even get my size?'
Shaking his head Bell put on the outfit and looked at himself in the mirror. The jacket closed and covered the red shirt, but now Bell looked like a hornet.
'I look absolutely ridiculous...I like it.'
Bell put the hangers back in his closet and opened the door to see Airmid walking to the stairs. She turned her head and went to greet Bell.
Only to let out a snort as she held back her laughter.
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Bell grumbled to himself as he made his way to the orphanage. "She laughed at me, I can't believe she did that. I thought my jacket looked cool."
He took a left and the orphanage came into view. A feeling of pity wallowed in Bell's chest but he ignored it. These people didn't need his pity they needed his help.
He knocked on the heavy oak door and only had to wait a couple of seconds before Maria pushed it open.
Bell immediately noticed she looked a lot healthier than when he first saw her. She was less pale and her eyes weren't as gaunt. And he wouldn't say this to her but he also noticed she put on a little weight as well.
"Oh Bell, how's Fena doing? Is she getting any better?" The woman asked, her hands tightening on the door slightly.
"She doing better, I gave her some breakfast and then tucked her in for a nap before I came over here. May I please come in? I'm here to see Rye and I want to give Roux this copy of Sword Oratoria I picked up on the way here."
Bell held the book up to show her and Maria took a step back. Bell thanked her and walked inside hearing Maria close the heavy oak door behind him.
The church looked as run down and dilapidated as the last time he saw it. 'I still have trouble believing people are living here. But I'll help out where I can, get Rye strong enough to where he can provide for his people. It's a good plan in case anything bad were to happen to me.'
Bell knew there was a chance, a small chance that he could die in the dungeon. Or maybe he wasn't supposed to live past that plant monster and he was already on borrowed time.
But he could just get Rye settled into the adventuring lifestyle, maybe he could pass on the next life with a lighter conscience.
"Rye's this way, I was just cleaning up breakfast when you arrived. Lady Hestia is also gone to her job. But if you're going to continue to help Rye you should let her know your intentions. Lady Hestia is very protective of these kids."
Maria led him further into the church. While Bell's mind only had one thought. 'She sounds like a mother to these kids.'
Mother.
Again that word haunted Bell. But he pushed it to the back of his mind. Rye needed his attention today, and Bell was going to give it since it would lead to his survival.
Coming upon a light oak wooden door in a corridor Maria knocked on it and a second later Rye opened the door.
He was dressed in a dark red almost brown jacket with a triangular steel chest plate on top of it. Bell couldn't see his shirt since the jacket hid it, but his pants were brown, and strapped to his left hip was the sword Welf had made.
Rye looked Bell up and down in confusion. "Why do you look like a fairy barfed on you?"
'This little.' Bell clicked his tongue. "These clothes were a gift. Now come on I'm here to teach you how to be an adventurer." Bell then looked back to Maria. "Is there anywhere here we can train?"
Bell doubted there would be such a place in the church. But Maria's eyes brightened in remembrance. "The garden! It's probably very overgrown but it should work out nicely."
Bell nodded before turning back to Rye. "Alright, so here's how this is going to go. I'm going to teach you the basics of swordplay, then we'll go down to the dungeon and you'll test your skills against monsters. Then after an indeterminate amount of time, I'll up your training even more."
"A-and how do you plan to do that?" Rye asked, the smallest hinge of fear in his voice.
"You'll see." Bell once more turned his attention to Maria and handed her the book in his hand. "Can you give this to Roux, please? I don't want him to feel left out with how I'm treating everyone else."
Maria took the book and held it to her chest. "That's very kind of you, Roux will be happy with this since he loves reading. I'll make sure he gets it. Now please, follow me to the garden."
The two boys followed Maria. Rye seemed to bounce with each step he took. Excitement bubbled in his chest, while his hand rested on his brand-new sword.
The boy hadn't stopped looking at it or showing it off to everyone in the church. Maria was worried he would cut himself with it.
Around 45 seconds later the trio arrived at the garden. Or what could be counted as one?. Green shrubbery and overgrown vines surrounded the place. Hanging from the walls yet not covering the windows.
Bell noticed that they had been cut to avoid something like that.
Surrounding the garden were stone pathways that led into small alcoves with stone pillars covered in vines. Weeds stuck up from in between the cracks in the stone and leaned over. Covering what once was a humble architect's humble project.
"Sorry about all the weeds, we're only able to keep them away from the windows. But everything else would require something specialized and we just don't have the money at the time." Maria explained.
Bell raised his hand in a placating manner as he stepped into the middle of the garden. Overgrown grass pressed underneath his boots. "It's alright, this is plenty of space for what Rye needs."
He waved Rye over while Maria gave her thanks and then left the two alone. "So what are you gonna teach me? Ooh is there some super special one-hit attack that will vanquish all my enemies? Or maybe I'll be quiet as a ghost and take them out from being. Or maybe-
Bell patted Rye on the head shutting the boy up and causing him to grow confused. "Rye, I'm sorry to tell you but most of that is for story books only," Bell noted the disappointment in Rye's face but continued. "But I will teach you how to keep yourself alive. And in the end that's all that really matters."
Rye's face seemed to drop even more but Bell ignored it. He patted the boy on the shoulder and took a step back. "Alright, now pull out your sword."
Rye's face lit up as he grabbed the hilt and pulled the blade out of its sheath. A thing made of black leather with a silver tip at the end of it. The pale beautiful orange hue of the blade reflected the sunlight as Rye tilted it side to side.
"How's it feel?" Bell asked.
"Amazing." The boy grinned. It was a childlike grin filled with excitement and wonder.
'And innocence.' Bell thought as he crossed his arms. "I'm glad you like it. Now why don't you give it a few swings? Let me see how well you can handle the blade."
Rye nodded and swung the blade wildly. Causing Bell to facepalm as Rye nearly tripped over his own feet in doing so.
'This sword is longer than his previous weapon. He's not properly accounting for the weight of the weapon.'
Bell watched as Rye swung a few more times before Bell told him to stop. The boy stopped and smiled at Bell. "How'd I do?"
'It's a good thing master isn't here. She'd have a field day with him.' Bell sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Well, to be honest, there's much to be desired. For starters, you swing too wildly and you're not accounting for the weight of your blade which leaves you to stumble. Stumbling leaves you defenseless and being defenseless gets you killed."
Rye's smile dropped and the boy looked to the overgrown grass. "But that's why I'm here. You can't just pick up a sword and automatically become a master. That's just not how the world works. However, I can teach you the basics and from there you can get better and better at fighting. That sounds like a deal?"
Rye's head shot up and the boy nodded. "Yeah!"
Bell smiled. "Alright then, now watch what I do and repeat after me."
Rye held out his sword. "Will you need this to help show me?"
Bell nervously chuckled and pushed the weapon back to Rye. "Uh, that would be a bad idea. Weapons and I don't really get along well."
He titled his head. "Huh, why's that? Do you have an aversion to them or something?"
Bell nervously chuckled again. "No, it's not that, it's well...how can put this. Every weapon I have swung since around the age of 13 has shattered after one swing."
Rye gripped his sword tighter. "I don't want you to break this."
"Don't worry, I won't. Now watch what I do and then repeat after me."
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A few hours later Bell made his way to Babel Tower, his hands in his pockets as he drew strange looks from those he walked past.
'Everyone's staring at me because of my clothes. They're bright and colorful, unlike all the gray, white, and blue you see in the streets.'
Bell liked his new clothes. It was the first gift someone had given him since he had arrived in Orario, so he'd cherish it.
Upon entering the Tower Bell made his way to the elevator. He entered inside, the bronze hue meeting his eyes as he went to press the button to the fourth floor.
'I wonder if I'll meet that lady again. She seemed nice, her laugh was nice to listen to as well.'
The lady didn't enter the elevator and it began its ascent. Bell leaned back against the wall and waited.
It was quiet, the only sound being made was the gears and pulleys raising the elevator upwards. After another few seconds, it stopped and its doors opened and Bell stepped out.
The fourth floor was just like it was last time. Smiths all around trying to haggle their wares and young beginning adventurers roamed the floor.
'Alright, find Welf and get him to make what I need. He came through for Rye so logic dictates he comes through for me.'
Bell wandered the floor for a few minutes. Not spotting the familiar fiery red hair of Welf. He had looked through every store and wandered the circular floor five times by this point.
Leading him to believe Welf was not here.
'Maybe someone here might know where he is?'
Bell wandered into random shops and started asking around. He was welcomed with less-than-stellar comments.
"Tsk that low life, whatdda ya want with him?"
"Welf? Who cares where that reject is."
"Pssh haven't seen him. Besides what do you want with a half-assed smith like him?"
"Don't know where he is and I don't care. Now are you buying something?"
'This is getting me nowhere.' Bell thought making his way around the floor. 'Everyone here either seems indifferent to him or downright despises him. But why? What did Welf do to earn their scorn?'
He made another few passes of the floor and came up with nothing in his search for Welf. 'Damnit no one here is helping me. Alright time to ascend to another floor, maybe someone there can help.'
He made his way back to the elevator and pressed the button for floor five. His results were much the same. Being met with scoffs and scorn, Bell was starting to get a little annoyed.
The same thing happened on floors six and seven. Leaving Bell to clench his fists and take deep breaths as he made his way back to the elevator.
'Alright last floor, last chance to get the information I need.'
He arrived at the eighth floor to see the tower covered in red velvet carpet with opaque marble walls. Chandeliers lit up the hallway and bathed it in a yellowish light.
'Ok, this might be a little out of my price range.' He joked to himself. But he couldn't help but feel out of place here.
He looked down at his clothes before looking back up at the floor. 'Can't help but feel a little underdressed.'
Bell stepped out of the elevator and heard the door close behind him. Unlike the last three floors, he didn't see many smiths around him. Only a few off in the far distance, one appeared to be an Amazon judging by her bronze skin color.
'Would any of these people even know Welf? This seems to be for high-end adventurers.' Bell took another look around, nobody seemed to mind him. 'Well, it couldn't hurt to ask around. They're my last leads anyway.'
Yet as he started making his way to the nearest smith. It was the woman he believed to be an Amazon that called out to him. "Hey, you looking for something?!"
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Bell turned his attention to the woman. She was a tall woman, standing at 5'7. Her creamy brown skin shined in the chandelier light and her long back hair cascaded down to her back. An eyepatch was over her left eye which brought more prominence to her right eye which was red like his.
She wore a red hakama around her waist and wore no shirt. Instead, she covered her sizable bust with a sarashi. Which was basically just a bunch of cloth tied tightly around her chest.
Bell blushed noticing how she barely covered herself. But cleared his throat and spoke. "I'm uh looking for someone."
The woman stepped away from her forage and approached Bell. A small tower draped around her neck. "Oh? And you thought you'd find them on this floor?"
Bell scratched his cheek and looked away. "Well, no. But I tried all the other floors and they all told me to buzz off."
The woman grabbed her chin and nodded. "Right, well I probably have a guess on who yer looking for then. But give me the name and I'll see if I'm correct."
Bell nervously swallowed, this seemed too easy. The woman was kind and friendly, but he was just some stranger she hardly knew.
But as of right now, she was the lead he had to go on. "I'm uh, I'm looking for Welf."
A toothy grin spread on the woman's face as she wrapped an arm around Bell's neck. The boy tried to pull away but realized he couldn't.
'She's strong!'
"Ah, you're looking for little Welfy. Yeah, I know where he is. Gloomy little guy stays huddled up in his forge or in the dungeon."
Bell nodded and stopped trying to pull away from the woman. "Can you tell me where his forge is?"
She let of him and firmly patted his back. "Better yet I'll show you where it is. Follow me!"
Before Bell could protest the woman started making her way to the elevator. "Wait, I don't even know your name."
The woman didn't stop but yelled over her shoulder. "Tsubaki!"
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Bell and Tsubaki stood in front of a shed in the merchant district of Orario. It was surrounded by clutter and trash. Most likely scrap and material Welf had used to make his creations.
"Welp this is him. Give him my regards why don't ya!" Tsubaki said. Then turned on her heel and left Bell.
He watched as the woman left. He had gotten to know her a little bit and found her nice. While also finding out she was half dwarf so that was a nice little fun fact.
Bell faced the shed again. The doors inviting him to knock on them, which he did so right after. He waited for a few seconds, hearing the clattering and clanging of objects being moved.
The door swung open and Welf peaked his head out. His eyes widening in surprise upon seeing Bell. "Bell? How'd you find this place?"
Bell pointed behind him with his thumb. "Tsubaki showed me, and said to give you her regards."
Welf clicked his tongue. "Damn Cyclops, and here I thought this location was private." Welf then shook his head and opened the door wider. "Eh it doesn't matter, why don't you come in."
Bell took the offer and entered Welf's forge. Seeing the anvil and smithy sitting in the far corner next to a closed window. And on the left one was a pile of discarded weapons. While all the walls were hammers and other tools needed for blacksmithing.
"So Bell." Welf began moving past Bell. "What brings you by?" Welf took a seat on a still by his forge and looked at Bell.
The boy reached into his pouch and tossed the Dragon Scales at him. Welf caught it and gave an inquisitive glance at the bag before opening it.
The smith's eyes widened in confusion at the bag before looking at Bell. "These look like Dragon Scales. But how did you get these? This isn't a known drop item."
"I chiseled them off three Infant Dragon corpses before I ripped their monster stones out. I wanted to see if you could make those into armor." Bell reached down and grabbed another pouch. "While also making these into throwing knives."
He tossed it to Welf and the smith easily caught the other one. Excitement bubbling up in his chest as he opened it and saw four Minotaur Horns.
"F-four Minotaur horns?!" Welf's head shot up and a look of disbelief was on his face. "How did you even get this?!"
"Monsterphelia." Bell curtly replied, signaling that was all he was going to say. Welf got the message and closed the pouch. "So you think you can do it?"
Welf looked at the two pouches and nodded. "With the throwing knives yes. But I've never worked with Dragon Scales before so that might take me a little time."
Bell shrugged. "Take as much as you need. You're working with the unknown here."
Welf nodded and fired up his forge. "Well, I can knock these knives out pretty quickly. You're welcome to stay if you'd like."
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Bell sat on the table across from Welf as the man worked. Next to him was the pile of discarded weapons Bell kept glancing at.
"So...what made you decide to go with throwing knives? I don't think I've seen you with a weapon before." Welf asked hammering away.
Bell smiled as Rye had asked the very same question that morning. "Let's just say I'm not very good at using them."
Welf dipped the blade into the water. "Is it a learning thing?"
"No it's more like...it's better if I show you." Bell pointed to the weapons pile. "Out of this pile which weapon do you like the least?"
Welf took the blade out and examined it. "All of them, they're all failed projects."
Bell hopped off the table and picked up a great sword. But what was odd to him was this weapon felt perfect. The weight wasn't too much and its balance was on par.
'He calls this a failed project? What does he count as a success?'
Bell turned to Welf, the smith eyeing him as Bell held the greatsword with one hand. "It's probably best if you cover your face."
Welf did as Bell asked and the boy lifted the sword up and swung down.
Almost immediately the blade shattered into a million pieces. Shards flew everywhere and some embedded themselves into Bell's wrist.
The wood of the handle was all that remained of the blade. While Welf looked on in shock and a slight twinge of fear. "Y-you broke it!"
Bell nodded and discarded the handle before looking down at his wrist. He plucked the shards out, showing no signs of pain. Once they were out he activated his healing magic and closed the wounds.
"And that was with one hand and holding myself back." Bell finished.
Welf blinked in surprise before shaking his head. "Alright, you're a little special when it comes to weapons. And I'm not even gonna touch on the chantless magic. That's your business and I have a feeling it will get me into trouble. But if weapons shatter when you use them, why are you getting throwing knives? They're way more fragile than normal weapons? Won't they shatter as well?"
Bell was relieved Welf wouldn't ask about his magic. He didn't feel like answering those series of questions at this time. "Well that's the plan, I throw them at breakneck speeds and they shatter chasing a spread of shrapnel to spring out and hit everything around it."
Welf nodded as he went back to work. "I see, so it's like Persus's burst oils."
Bell had no idea what those were, but the name Perseus was one he knew even if he only heard it in passing. "I guess, but yeah unless I get a Durandal weapon it's only my fists for the time being."
"Hey from what I just saw I'd rather not be punched by you. I have a feeling you'd break at least half my ribs."
Bell nervously laughed and sat back on the table. 'I don't I could break that many. I'm not master after all.'
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Another two hours went by before Welf had finished making Bell's throwing knives. Out of the four Minotaur horns he was able to get a total of eight.
Which wasn't a lot but was a good starting point for what he needed. 'I'll only use these if there's a massive horde of monsters around.'
Bell thanked Welf and plodded down around 50k valis for the work. Welf tried to protest it was too much for just the throwing knives. But Bell reminded him of the Dragon Scale armor he would create. When Welf still tried to protest it was too much Bell told him to just take it.
"You do good work and my Grandpa always told me to make sure good work gets good pay. Also, see it as an investment for future business." Bell told him.
"Wait, you want to enter into a contract with me?" The smith asked.
"More or less but it's more for Rye than me. There is the chance I may be called into the dungeon, deeper than Rye can go and I'll need someone to keep an eye on him in the meantime. He's a good kid but he's reckless, and I'd feel a lot better if I had someone I know to watch over him. Especially when you produce good weapons."
That was how the start of Bell and Welf's contract began. The clauses were Bell would bring by any drop item he found for Welf to create. While also going into the dungeon with Rye and Welf whenever he had free time to be able.
Welf agreed to this, seeing an influx of drop items in his future and also getting to know his two new clients better.
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Bell arrived back at the clinic around four in the afternoon. Strapped to his thigh were the knives Welf made.
When he walked in Airmid was talking with an amazon that had black hair and a white tube top around her chest. Next to her was an orange-haired elf holding a staff.
"Hey Airmid, we need a few high-end potions and elixirs. We're going on a tiny little expedition to pay off our debts." The Amazon said, her personality bubbly and happy.
"Tiona, she doesn't need to know that!" The elf hissed.
"Oh right. We just need high-quality potions and elixirs for no reason at all."
The elf-faced palmed as Airmid nodded and grabbed her stool. Bell started making his way to the counter, noticing how Airmid had to stand on one leg and her tiptoes at that just to try and reach the top.
'That looks dangerous.'
Bell's thoughts were right as Airmid lost her balance and began falling backward. Her head aimed for the countertop.
"Airmid!" Tiona yelled moving to try and catch her.
But Bell was closer, so all he had to do was hold out his arms and easily catch Airmid in a princess carry.
The small nurse looked up, and her cheeks dusted slightly seeing Bell holding her, and feeling his muscular arms and chest.
"You alright?" Bell asked setting her down.
Though he only held her for a moment Airmid felt as safe as she ever had in Bell's arms. "Y-yes I'm fine, you caught me before I hit anything." Airmid cleared her throat. "Thank you, Bell."
Bell nodded before looking up at the shelf. "You're welcome, now what were you trying to grab?"
Airmid pointed to the top left of the shelf. "That crate up there. It has what the Loki familia needs for their mini expedition."
Airmid noticed how Bell's body tensed and his jaw tightened. It was minute details in his muscles that only a doctor would've noticed.
"Alright, let me get them," Bell said.
Bell stepped up on the stool and was easily able to reach the top shelf. He grabbed the crate Airmid had pointed to and stepped down. Placing the crate on the counter.
"Who are you?" Tiona asked, her head tilted to the left in intrigue.
"Her bodyguard." Bell curtly replied.
The elf picked up on his tone but Tiona didn't seem to. Or she did and just didn't care. "Oh wow, that's cool. Any here's your money, we'll be back soon, bye Airmid!"
Bell watched as Tiona grabbed the crate and turned toward the door. The elf followed closely behind her, throwing one last glance at Bell before leaving.
Bell let out a sigh, grabbing the counter and leaning forward.
"Everything alright?" Airmid asked.
Bell let go and leaned back up. "Yeah, everything's fine."
Airmid went to call him out on his lie. But was stopped by the voice of her god.
"Boy! Get up here!"
Bell sighed in annoyance, he made his way to the stairs and ascended. Seeing Dian standing there, a delighted smile on his face with his arms crossed.
"I heard what you did at Momsterphelia. I wanna see your stats to see how much they've grown!"
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The two entered Dian's office with Bell already taking his jacket and then his shirt off. Dian shut the door behind him and hurriedly made his way to the desk where he grabbed a letter opener.
Bell had already discarded his jacket and shirt and was sitting in a chair with his back to Dian. The old god pricked his and let the divine blood seep into Bell's back.
A second later a bluish-white glow emanated allowing Dian to see Bell's Falna.
Bell Cranel
Dian Cecht familia
Level two
Strength: I0- D500
Endurance: I0- G288
Dexterity: I0- F346
Agility: I0- E457
Magic: I0- E494
Skills:
Will of Asclepius
Development Ability:
Medical Berserker: I-H
Magic:
Healing Magic: User has the rare healing magic. It requires no chant and uses mana rather than mind. It can heal any and all wounds except that of curses. Removes all the bodies limiters as a result.
Aether's whip- Short chant magic which produces a whip.
"Ha, ha ha! Yes! Oh, these stats are marvelous. And after just one fight with three Infant Dragons and two Minotaurs! You went from a beginner level two to this! And a new magic as well! Oh, I can already see the prestige you'll bring me!"
Bell sighed and looked over his shoulder. "Don't expect this fast of growth every time. I just fought a lot of tough monsters that day. So the excila would be richer there."
Dian waved his hand. "Bah I guess that, but you're still growing faster than anyone I've ever seen. Even Loki's Sword Princess doesn't grow as fast as you."
An audible cracking sound resounded through the room. Dian peered over Bell's shoulder and noticed the boy had shattered the backrest of the chair.
"Aw damnit boy, you broke the chair!"
Bell blinked and looked down, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. "Sorry, lost control of my strength is all."
Dian huffed and handed Bell his status sheet. "Understandable, but you're paying for the damages."
'He's lying, that much is obvious even without my lie detector. I need to remember not to mention Loki or Freya near him. Or else my office could be broken next.
Bell Cranel
Dian Cecht familia
Level two
Strength: D500
Endurance: G288
Dexterity: F346
Agility: E457
Magic: E494
Skills:
Will of Asclepius
Development Ability:
Medical Berserker: H
Magic:
Healing Magic: User has the rare healing magic. It requires no chant and uses mana rather than mind. It can heal any and all wounds except that of curses. Removes all the bodies limiters as a result.
Aether's whip- Short chant magic which produces a whip.
'A new magic and Medical Berserker went up a rank as well. Looks like that fight in the Arena helped me a lot.'
Bell stood up and made his way over to the lit candle. He put the paper to it and burned it, holding it in his hand as it burned to ash before swatting it away.
"Did Ganesha tell you about the agreement we came to?" Bell asked, making his way back to his shirt.
Dian stood up and moved behind his desk. "Yes, should you be called away I get Ganesha members guarding Airmid free of charge. Mighty fine deal you squared away there boy."
Bell sighed as he put his shirt back on. "Alright just making sure, now how much did the chair cost."
Dian started filing away some paperwork. "200k valis."
Bell sighed again and shook his head. "I'll get it to you soon."
Dian didn't say another word and Bell left the office. As he descended the stairs he was putting his jacket back on.
Only to come face to face with Shakti standing at the doorway. Bell smiled, zipping up his jacket and stepping off the final step.
"Shakti, it's good to see you again. Do you need to buy any potions?" Bell asked.
Shakti turned to Bell, her face serious but she smiled at Bell all the same. It was a friendly and beautiful smile. "That's one of the reasons I'm here. The other one is for you Bell."
Bell let his heart skip a beat before he calmed down. "Can you please word that better?" He coughed.
"But you are one of the reasons I'm here. We've gotten word that something has happened on the 18th floor. Rivera sent us a message an hour ago, one of our members has been killed. And we believe something else might happen which could lead to dozens of injuries."
Bell sighed. "When do we leave?"
"Right now, time is of the essence. Loki familia is heading down right now. We plan to link up with them and hopefully bring peace back to the under resort."
"How long do you propose we'll be gone?"
"Two days at least, don't worry I already have a security detail for Airmid."
Bell pinched the bridge of his nose before nodding. "Alright, there's a few things I'll need before we head down. And I need to say my goodbyes to Airmid."
Shakti looked to the small Saint and back to Bell. "I will be waiting outside."
The azure-haired captain left, leaving Bell and Airmid alone. The boy turned to her, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, looks like I just got commissioned for my services."
Airmid gave him a warm smile in return. "It's ok."
"I didn't think it would be this soon. But don't worry, I'll be back as quickly as possible."
The two stood there in an awkward silence. Neither knowing what more to say or do. Should they hug each other? Were they even close enough for that to happen?
Nothing more happened, except for Bell giving Airmid a slight wave before making his way out the door.
Well, Bell's a teacher now and he and Welf entered a contract. Bell's further dislike for the Loki familia is shown some more as well as getting a new magic.
How Bell is on his way down to floor 18. Where a murder has taken place and tensions run high. What awaits him and how is there a man-made monster stone?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you all later.