{Mari Astervold Lv4}
{Species: Human Female}
{Status: Normal}
With her hands on her hips, she stood between us and asked, “Old man Keller, are you giving this foreigner a hard time?”
“It's not my fault!, this mute here is bad for business! He’s wasting my time, browsing through precious stock without any money!”
“I see… So what kind of item were they looking at?” She asked, examining the contents in front of him.
"Oh, uh... that's not really important, is it?" He broke out into a nervous sweat.
Seeing the gear in his hands, she quickly snatched it up and examined it closely. After taking a closer look, she whipped her head in his direction and released a scowl that even made me recoil back.
“Just how much did you ask them for?”
“Not a lot…”
Her stare intensified by the second, until finally he gave in.
“Fine! I asked for seven hundred, but this is a rare piece, and–”
“Rare?! Did you forget that the guild sold you that piece? Even the appraisers said it wasn’t worth much in its current condition.”
Keller rubbed his beard, still averting his eyes. “I suppose…However, I have a business to run. I can’t drop my price because of a reason like that–”
“Old man Keller! Need I remind you that I’m an employee of the guild? I’d hate to report you over something so petty as a strange hunk of metal.” Her brows rose with the same look you'd find with a disappointed parent.
“Fine! Have it your way, I’ll take ten Rhan for it!” He held out his hand, waiting for the money. “Don’t expect any other favours from me in the future.”
“That’s better. See, you have a heart in there, too.” The young woman said as she placed two silver coins in his hand. After tossing the gear to me, she glanced off into the distance and welped.
Her eyes widened to nearly twice their size at the massive contraption atop the tallest building in the city. Four blades fused to a metal ring cast a piercing shadow over the building to its right, resembling a sundial.
“Guh! Is that really the time? I’m going to miss it!” She spun on her heel towards the flooded street and took off in a sprint. Just before she vanished into the gathering crowd, she turned and shouted over her shoulder, “Try to pay me back some day, ‘kay? Don’t get into too much trouble until then!”
The crowd pulled together as many others, like her, sprinted off in that direction. Her back vanished into the mass of people, and I was left alone again with the now grumpy merchant.
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“That Mari’s too kind for a city like this. A girl that pretty should be living it up in the kingdom, with her idols. I bet that’s where she’s off to in such a hurry. This might be her only chance to meet the Saint in person.”
The Saint? This world has things like that? Wait, aren't Saints in fantasy settings usually good at healing or taking away curses? This might be it!
I turned to Keller, but he was already too engrossed with the coins in his hand to listen to me. I turned away and took off towards the crowd.
I don’t care if I have to use my telepathy to reach her. I need to get her to help us!
Bumping shoulders with nearly everyone that passed me, I just barely made it far enough to see the commotion. It felt like the entire city was gathered in the plaza, all bearing witness to the same thing.
A woman dressed in regal white robes descended from the staircase of the upper districts. Her emerald hair was hidden behind a white veil that covered most of her face as well. A line of guards paved the way for her, keeping the citizens back with their tower shields.
“There she is– there’s the saint!”
“It's really her!”
“Please, saint! Please, heal my arm!” One man jumped on another person's shoulders as he screamed out at her.
He was quickly thrown off and taken aside by one of the guards, but the pleas only piled on. It seemed to come in the dozens, as people just like that man, roared their requests at her, flailing their injuries for her to see.
“Please, bless my family!”
“We need your help! We need your good grace, Saint!!”
This is madness… I thought they were all fans, but almost half of them just want her to use her abilities on them. At this rate, I might not even get the chance to reach her. I had no idea there was someone this well-known.
Once the Saint came close enough, my Absolute Appraisal kicked in, and the information was displayed above her.
{Ilinoire Valois Lv52}
{Species: Human Female}
{Status: Nervous}
Level 52?! I’ve never seen anyone that strong before... I didn't know humans were even capable of that level of strength.
{Target is in possession of the Legendary Title
A title, just like what Azrael mentioned. I guess titles really are important in this world. Still, with a level that high, she must be quite powerful. How strong is the saint of healing, then? Could she heal Veyra’s condition?
{Saint of Healing is capable of many feats, including restoring a target to perfect health. Curing target
It’s possible… I knew it! She’s the key. I need her help! Wait, how do I reach her from here? If I try to call out to her, it’ll just alarm everyone to the fact that I’m a monster. Screw it, I don’t care what happens, I’ll just use telepathy!
(Saint of Healing, can you hear me?) I prayed the signal was strong enough to reach her.
The saint stopped in her tracks and looked around, visibly confused. The armoured man at her side clasped her shoulder, almost forcing her to walk, then leaned down to whisper something in her ear.
(Saint, I’m sorry to say this out of nowhere, but my friend needs your help. Please, respond!)
I tried again, forcing everything behind those words, but her face showed no signs that it reached her.
{Telepathy has failed due to external disturbance}
It's just like the notification I got when we were in the mist. Is it that meat-head next to her?
Just as I prepared to hover over the crowd or force my way through, I noticed the gleaming red gaze of a woman trailing behind the saint.
She was covered in black robes, laced with crimson lining and a massive wooden staff in one hand. The gemstone latched onto the staff’s end was letting off a faint violet glow, the same kind her eyes gleamed in my direction.
She noticed me– crap!
I ducked away and retreated into the crowd, afraid for my life. There wasn’t any thought behind it or planning. I was simply overcome by fear.
Once the saint had passed through and further into the street, she was far beyond what my telepathy could reach. My chances of talking to her were officially zero. I balled my claws into a fist and slammed it into the ground. Cracks shot out around the miniature crater I formed.
Damn it!