3
Lyu found it hard to sleep that night.
Even as she lay on the bed in the spare room provided to her, sleep refused to come, and if anything, unease took root behind her closed eyelids.
Was not returning to Orario the right choice? What about the War Game? What would happen to everyone if she failed to make it in time for the battle?
The quiet of the forest could not ease the troubles afflicting Lyu, and before she knew it, it was already morning. She had rested her body some, but her mind was heavy. Her skin and bones seemed like they were lined with lead.
“…This is nothing compared to the four days we spent in the depths.”
The fatigue threatened to rob her of the will to rise, but she wrestled it down. She would not be Lyu Leon if she gave into the allure of such indolence.
Standing up without a noise, as if this were like any other day, she began moving early in the morning before the sun had even risen. It was not for nothing that Kaguya and Lyra and the others had called her stupidly serious about everything.
This was her second day in Zolingam.
Having grasped the general layout of the area on her way yesterday, her first steps upon leaving Stars’ Rest were toward the river.
She had expected to be disappointed given the industrial area nearby, but the water was clear. Surprised, she gratefully took the chance to wash her face. Right as she was about to wet her lips, she glimpsed her face and longer hair reflected in the water’s surface. The girl who always cut her pearl-gray hair was not there anymore. Averting her eyes, Lyu drove away the dull pain and the heaviness filling her head and then retrieved her short swords, Futaba, which she had left at the base of a tree.
“I can’t waste any time…Let’s do this.”
She approached a nearby trunk. Even away from Orario, the weather still felt like late fall. In the relatively cool climate of Zolingam, the green was fading, and the trees were wearing coats of dry autumn leaves. This large tree standing before Lyu would drop its leaves before long, given the season.
With an apology, the forest-loving elf hurried the hands of that clock along just a bit.
“Haah!”
She spun so smoothly it almost seemed weightless, then followed it up with a spear-like kick.
Though she had held back, the blow landed on the trunk with a crash that sounded like boulders smashing into each other. The great tree shook, and suddenly, a shower of leaves began to fall from overhead.
Her face already twisted into a grimace, Lyu leaped, silently clutching her two small swords. Before the glimmers of the first flash had a chance to disappear, there were four more, and a moment later, the count had climbed to thirteen. Silver slashes poured forth every second, catching each and every one of the falling leaves. Before the dozens, or perhaps hundreds, of dried leaves could reach the ground, they were all split, some vertically, others horizontally.
And as she performed her dance, the grim expression on Lyu’s face only deepened.
“Nghhh!”
The final leaf.
As she slashed diagonally upward with the blade in her right hand, there was a faint current of air, as if a moment’s vacuum had been created.
Not just the leaf, but even her hair, fluttered.
Remaining alert for a moment, she slowly came out of her combat stance and sheathed her swords.
A thin carpet of leaves that had not been there three minutes ago lay beneath her feet. Silently bending over she reached out and picked something up.
“…Not a neat cut. Torn.”
She was holding a single leaf between her fingers. It was in worse shape than if it had been caterpillar-eaten. It was torn like a small tornado had ripped into it.
Her slash had not landed. The tremendous strength Lyu had gained from leveling up had slipped the reins. That movement alone had created a terrifying amount of force, tearing apart the leaf before her blade could even cut it.
There was no precision here. No technique. It was proof she could not fully control her status yet. The palpable disconnect between mind and body was too great to chalk this up as a mere miscalculation.
“So this is Level Five…”
Clenching and opening her fists, she looked at her fingers as if they belonged to someone else, and then she looked around her.
The only possible verdict was that this was remarkably low precision for the veteran Gale Wind. Disappointed by how noticeably her mind and body were out of sync as a result of her new level, Lyu let out a heavy sigh.
It’s just one test, but to have this little control…and after I’ve been Level 4 so long already…or maybe that’s the reason why.
Lyu had been Level 4 for seven years, and her abilities had not changed at all for five years. Unlike adventurers in a normal familia, Lyu had not had a status update once since she distanced herself from Astrea. There were others who went years without a level-up—adventurers who could not overcome the Level 1 wall, for example—but there were virtually none who continued to fight with the exact same abilities for such a longer span of time. That would essentially be the same as handicapping themselves. For an adventurer to gather excelia while not having it reflected in their status was nothing more than suicidal.
And Lyu, who had fought like that for so long, was currently panicking at the sudden change and evolution she was undergoing.
Though it was merely speculation, compared to when the Sword Princess reached Level 5, Lyu was sure that she was adapting much more slowly.
This…may well take more adjustments than expected.
A feeling like a cold sweat writhed beneath her skin as the concern kept building until she turned around and called out.
“…Come out already.”
There was a flustered rustle from one of the bushes.
“I will not deny being a shameless elf, but it is still unpleasant to endure prying eyes.”
“—I-I’m not spying on you!”
“Yeah, just captivated.”
“Slack-jawed and terrified…”
“Schau! Iselina! Be quiet!”
The blue-haired human Cecille appeared from the foliage, and after the interjection by the prum and werewolf girls, she erupted again.
Lyu had noticed them watching her from the shadows during her training with the leaves. They must have noticed her leaving the home in the morning and followed her.
It was just the three of them who came out of the foliage. Most likely the others were left behind to not leave Astrea alone.
“Do you have some business with me?”
“No! No, but…Lady Astrea said…”
Cecille started to angrily fire back, but then she looked a little guilty as she stumbled over her words.
They had no business at all with the forebear they hated, but Astrea had asked, and so they’d had no choice. Gathering that much, Lyu waited as the girl finished brusquely.
“…to help you adjust.”
Lyu failed to hide her surprise.
Cecille reluctantly pulled out a wooden sword and training weapons with dulled blades from the cylindrical bag she was carrying over her shoulder. Splitting the blunted weapons among her comrades, she tossed the wooden sword to Lyu.
Lyu reflexively caught it and, despite herself, was struck by its quality.
“…Are you serious? I don’t know what Lady Astrea said to you, but it would be better to stop this.”
“Lady Astrea asked us to! Of course we can’t tell her no! What kind of followers would we be if we went against her will just because someone who popped up out of nowhere said otherwise!”
Lyu had done her best to give an earnest warning that would not be mistaken for scorn, but Cecille stubbornly gave her a cutting reply. It was plain to see her respect and loyalty to Astrea outweighed her hatred of Lyu.
The pelisse adorned with an emblem of a sword and wings arranged in the shape of scales fluttered as Cecille placed her palm against her chest.
“And me and Iselina are Level Two! We can do a lot more than any monsters or thugs you might find around here!”
As Cecille furiously declared that, the prum girl’s eyes started to water and she covered her head with her clothes. “Wait, wait, I’m just Level One!”
The werewolf Iselina did not bother hiding her sigh.
This was Astrea Familia. The one and only. Even if these followers were younger, they had been worked over by Astrea—or rather, watched over by her. Lyu had no doubt they had the strength to fight. To seek justice was to resist power without purpose. At the same time, it was impossible for justice to stand on its own in the real world if their purpose lacked strength.
“But I am Level Five now.”
And so, it was important that Lyu state it plainly. If they were assuming the role of justice, then Lyu would naturally be the evil that opposed them. She would be an embodiment of violence that swallowed them and their ideals whole.
“I mentioned it to you yesterday as well, but I always overdo it.”
“““…?!”””
She did not mean to intimidate them…or perhaps she did, but only a little. She could not really deny that a small corner of her heart wanted to avoid this because there was no way it would serve as proper training.
She’d intended to simply state the facts, without malice or animosity, but the girls’ reaction was dramatic. Cecille and Iselina gulped, and the small Schau turned deathly pale. Before Lyu had even assumed a stance, they had gleaned a small fragment of her true strength. Remembering her training with the leaves earlier, they correctly grasped that the elf standing before them was a being more menacing than a dragon.
The warning about overdoing it was not a lie, either. Nor the statement that she was an overly serious and awkward elf.
When Cecille met Lyu’s gaze, a bead of sweat dripped down her throat—and then she raised her hammer before her.
“…There’s no way to know without trying!”
The others stared up at the sky for a moment and then followed her lead.
Deep in her heart, Lyu sighed again.
She would not say that Cecille was just stubbornly being antagonistic. Lyu started looking at this as a rite. A rite of passage that would not even begin to wash away her sins.
Crossing blades with a senior who walked in like she owned the place. An opportunity for mutual understanding. A familia mixer.
If Lady Astrea truly believes they can contribute to my adjustment…then I can only say that that is far too optimistic.
If so, then the discontent she had held back yesterday might well erupt again.
Managing to push away the figures of Syr and the others in the back of her mind for a time, Lyu crouched slightly.
“Come.”
Hammer, twin blades, wand, and dagger.
Each with their own weapons, the young girls were overwhelmed even as they leaped forward.
“Here we go!”
Their mixer ended within a minute.
Bringing up the rear was the prum girl—who was slowest of the three. Lyu closed in on her and pounced.
“Eek?!”
Unable to react, let alone block or evade, the prum was hit with a fast leg sweep along the ground.
“Wh—?!”
Seamlessly transitioning from her last attack, Lyu struck the startled werewolf girl from behind with the hilt of her sword.
“Haa—?”
On one side, Schau was caught by a kick that practically scraped the ground, lifting her off her feet and sending her spinning four times through the air like a ball.
On the other side, Iselina had managed to raise her elbow in defense, but the wooden sword’s hilt slipped past her guard, landing a clean hit on her vulnerable side. She was also sent flying, eyes wide in pain.
Stunned by the instant domination that had been too fast for her to even follow, Cecille froze when she felt the tip of Lyu’s wooden sword resting at the nape of her neck.
“Shall we continue?”
“Grr…Youuuuu!!!”
Even after that demonstration of the insurmountable difference in their levels, the blue-haired girl refused to break. At the same time as Schau and Iselina thudded to the ground, she turned and swung her hammer. Lyu dodged it with ease and parried it like a chill breeze.
Cecille was not lying about being Level 2. She had left a visible mark in the ground where she had anchored her stance, and the attack she unleashed could have shattered a boulder. Her movements were passable, too. Lyu had no way of knowing how she had managed to level up out here, but she certainly had what it took to at least reach the fourteenth floor in the Dungeon.
A hammer made of light metal with a long haft…
Though it wasn’t quite a match for a spear, Cecille’s weapon did have an impressive length. The hammer itself was made of a light material, and it possessed an unmistakable lethality, but it was Cecille’s arm strength and determination that made the attacks particularly strong and sharp.
In Lyu’s eyes, her techniques and tactics were still lacking and naive, but each individual attack was well practiced.
Each blow carries a weight like she’s putting her whole being into each swing…is she, perhaps…?
Lyu used her wooden sword to deflect or parry the attacks while occasionally evading to the side or edging backward.
“Are you a blacksmith?”
“!!”
Cecille’s eyes widened and her upper body jerked slightly. Lyu had intended to let her swing until she was satisfied, but she couldn’t overlook an opening like that.
Her wooden sword immediately punished that mistake, knocking the hammer from the girl’s hands.
“Ugh?!”
“I understand now. The quality of this wooden sword and all of your equipment is not because this is Zolingam…it’s because you are a high smith.”
The hammer flew through the air and embedded itself in the trunk of a tree as Cecille fell on her bottom in shock from having her weapon knocked away. Meanwhile, Lyu stood alone, examining the wooden sword in her hands.
She had noticed it was a fine weapon—that much was clear—but if it was produced by a high smith, then it made sense. Not only their weapons but also the battle gear and the familia’s uniform were probably all Cecille’s handiwork. Their high-quality clothing—which was both light and strong—was undoubtedly made with great care by her.
Lyu was confident that the other members of the familia were grateful and proud of Cecille’s pieces. But even as she thought that, they were experiencing something completely different.
“Nyaaa…?!” Schau was rolling around on the ground and groaning while holding her ankle.
“……Ngh…ugh…gah?!” Iselina was holding her side with both hands and wheezing as she sat on the ground.
Lyu had exercised great caution and held back as much as she could, but her control had still been lacking. She still hadn’t adjusted to her newfound strength. That was what she wanted to explain, but instead…“I guess I really did overdo it…” she murmured apologetically. “…And I am a little curious why you would become Lady Astrea’s follower while being a blacksmith, but I will not probe further.”
“Gah…!”
As if something about that rubbed her the wrong way, Cecille’s cheeks flushed, and her face twisted in a grimace even as she sat there on the ground.
While Lyu had her questions, she waited for Schau and Iselina to recover.
“However, I hope you can accept it now. Helping me with my adjustment is too heavy a burden for you. Getting involved with each other like this is just a waste of all of our time.”
She felt sorry for them, but still she declared that they were unqualified.
In a battle that did not last even a minute, there was not much Lyu could accomplish. If she had to wait for them to recover like this every time, training by herself would be a better way to slowly regain mastery over her body.
Schau and Iselina were visibly shocked, and they took it hard. And Cecille stared at her feet in frustration, unable to argue against such an overwhelming difference in strength.
“The disconnect between mind and body I have right now is too big…It isn’t something that can be resolved in a short period of time. Perhaps it really would be better to go back to Orario…”
She had felt it painfully in the fight with them, too, and she started murmuring to herself.
The many events that came before and after the Goddess Festival in Orario swirled in her mind. Astrea had spoken to her just last night, but it suddenly seemed to Lyu like her original course of action was better after all…
“…I knew it.”
Cecille’s voice rang out. She stood up, swaying like a ghost. Lyu looked at her in confusion as the girl raised her head.
“You really don’t care about Lady Astrea at all!!!” she shouted roughly. “All you care about is yourself! Saying you came to apologize, but you’re just using her!”
“Wh—!”
“Take that back at once!” was what Lyu started to say. Insulted, forgetting for a moment that she was talking to her junior, she started to scold her. But something stopped her.
“All you talk about is your new home, Orario!”
“……………”
That furious shout pierced her heart.
“War Game or whatever, you care more about your current home, don’t you? You abandoned Lady Astrea once already; you don’t care about her anymore, do you?!”
“Th-that’s not tr—!”
“It is true! You don’t think of her as anything more than a tool to update your status! That’s why you’re trying to disappear back to Orario now that you don’t need her anymore!”
Her furious accusation didn’t leave any room for argument, even though Lyu was supposed to be unquestionably stronger.
Lyu had an argument. It was a perfectly reasonable explanation. There was a decisive battle that she could not afford to miss. But Lyu found it impossible to move her lips.
—If I say that I came here without ulterior motives, wouldn’t that be a lie?
Even if she didn’t think of Astrea as a tool, it was true that she had tried to go back to Orario as soon as her status update was finished. Was she not neglecting her goddess?
As Cecille had pinned down, Lyu was thinking of herself and had not considered how Astrea felt at all.
“Every time Lady Astrea got your letters, she was so happy! Even if we didn’t want to hear, she would tell us about your stories, but her smile was so happy, so gentle…It was frustrating, but I had to accept that you were a special person!”
That was why Cecille was so furious and glaring daggers at her ungrateful, selfish senior.
That was the other side of her love for Astrea.
Her animosity had been building ever since she had eavesdropped on Lyu and Astrea from the door to the goddess’s room.
“And yet, you don’t care about Lady Astrea at all!!!”
Her face was twisted in rage. But at the same time, her eyes were brimming with tears.
Lyu stood frozen to the spot. Her lips and the rest of her body had stopped moving. The difference in level between them no longer mattered. Cecille’s words had dealt a devastating blow to Lyu.
“Why do I have to make a weapon for her…?!”
Cecille probably imagined she had said it quietly enough that Lyu would not be able to pick it up in her shock.
“Heartless, selfish elf! I’ll never acknowledge you!”
With that parting shot, Cecille turned away. She angrily retrieved the hammer that had fallen to the base of the tree and left. Schau and Iselina looked incredibly uncomfortable, and after glancing at Lyu, who still did not move, they followed after Cecille. It was safe to assume they more or less agreed with the girl’s accusations.
“……”
Lyu simply kept standing there.
At some point, the sun had shown its face in the east, and even as the early morning passed, she remained there, as if her time had stopped.
The chirps of unknowing little birds rang out. A mean breeze messed with her hair, and dappled sunlight filtering through the trees baked her face.
The nearby babbling brook was the only comfort as Lyu quietly looked up.
The stars were not visible in the clear blue sky. Without any guidance, Lyu looked for where she should point her feet. She held the wooden sword weakly.
Like a child who could do nothing more, she walked to the river, turned upstream, found a more powerful current, and walked into the middle of the stream.
Standing with her thighs in the cool running water, she started swinging her sword. As if to hurt herself. Over and over. Enduring the reproach from the weapon Cecille had made all the while.
In the water with unsteady footing, she lost her balance several times as she continued swinging the sword in atonement. Meanwhile, the sun rose to noon and fell in the west, ushering in the night. Even when blood dripped from her hands, Lyu kept swinging.
Seeing Lyu when she returned late to Stars’ Rest, Astrea widened her eyes with fear, and the first words out of her mouth were “What happened to you, Lyu?”
Lyu was drenched, and her clothes were in tatters. She was soaked from head to toe because she had been using those powerful swings to drive away all her wicked thoughts and her lack of control over her newfound strength had caused the water to splash wildly. Her clothes were in ruins simply because the material could not withstand the raw, unrestrained power of a Level 5. And also because she had blown away a monster that had appeared, which created a void in the water and made her lose her footing once again.
Sixteen hours. Sixteen hours she had spent swinging the wooden sword and dealing with herself.
“Cecille lambasted my behavior. She said I’m not thinking of anyone but myself…”
Standing there in the hall, just the two of them, Lyu confessed what happened, looking down like a child stumbling back home after running away. As if guessing everything from that much, the goddess smiled.
“Lady Astrea, I apolo—”
“Why don’t you warm yourself up and get changed first? I set aside some leftovers from dinner.”
She gently interrupted Lyu’s attempted apology and took her cold hand. Lyu tried to say something, but the words did not come, and she just let herself be led to the bath.
The water from the showerhead was warmed by a magic-stone device, and steam started to form. Maybe because she was so miserable and ashamed, the warmth felt almost sinful. She even considered switching to cold water, but she stopped herself. If she came out with her body still cold, all that would do was make Astrea worry. Making such a kind goddess sad was not what Lyu wanted, so she let the almost scalding heat wash over her head. The bluish-purple sores on her palms stung.
After she slipped into the change of clothes she had been provided and stepped out into the hall, Astrea found her and dragged her to her personal room.
Astrea sat her down in a chair and tended to the wounds on her hands with ointment, linen, and bandages.
“L-Lady Astrea, it is fine. I have healing magic.”
“And you intend to use that on yourself right now?”
“…”
“You and Cecille are both direct and fastidious. Because of that, if someone says something you think is correct, you can admit your fault, and you brood and torment yourself in your thoughts.”
The goddess saw through everything.
Lyu resigned herself to the point and let Astrea continue without saying anything.
When both of her hands had been bandaged, Lyu finally apologized.
“…I am sorry, Lady Astrea. I was so concerned for Bell and everyone, I…” She shook her head as she started to invoke other people and then instead acknowledged that it was just her own foolishness.
“…No, I was simply pushing my problems on those around me and have behaved terribly disrespectfully.”
As Lyu looked into her eyes, Astrea slowly shook her head.
“It is true that you need to hurry. It’s entirely reasonable for you to be impatient. And you have not hurt my feelings in the slightest, so don’t worry about that.”
“But even so, I do not believe I can forgive myself. Even though I wished to be forgiven by you. I was relieved not to be condemned, and the moment I gained strength, I immediately turned my back. If Kaguya had been here, she would have scolded me, and Lyra would have put me on cleaning duty, I’m sure…”
“Then as punishment, why don’t you sleep with me tonight?”
“What?!”
“There are so many stories I didn’t get to hear last night that I still want to know. Especially about this Bell boy!”
“Funaaa?!”
The elf squeaked as the goddess smiled invincibly.
In the back of her head, she heard Kaguya snicker, Aren’t you glad?
And Lyra smirked: You just got the worst possible punishment for you.
Lyu screwed her eyes shut with a groan, her whole face turning red as she just accepted it. No matter what she did, Astrea was one step ahead of her.
Her patron goddess knew all the ways to unclench her stubborn follower’s fists. Exhausted in more ways than one, Lyu felt the guilt subside some, and seeing the shadow pass from Lyu’s face, Astrea stealthily broke into a grin.
“If the situation were different, you would have spent a long time talking with me, right?”
“Yes…”
“If you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t have kept sending letters all this time. Right?”
“Yes…”
“If you hadn’t found people precious to you, you would still be on a journey searching for your justice. That’s what I think.”
“…Yes. I think so, too.”
Astrea took in all of her feelings and assured her that the five years she had spent after the end of the Dark Age had been necessary. She explained that Lyu was not just weighing Astrea on the scales against Bell and everything else, but that she was trying to do the best she could for the sake of the future. It was true that Lyu was hasty because of her impatience and unease, but it was not as if she were slighting Astrea or Cecille and the rest of the familia.
When the goddess revealed the true nature of the anguish that Lyu could not discern and did not know how to deal with, Lyu was incredibly grateful. And she was sure that from this point, she would not simply be at the mercy of her own unease. Lyu would not doubt the merciful goddess who had grasped the workings of her heart so well and was lending her wisdom to guide her.
And while finishing her dinner late in the night, Lyu asked a question.
“Lady Astrea. May I ask about her, about Cecille?”
“Oh, are you curious?”
“Yes. I think it is understandable to feel some ill will toward me. However, she seems far more hostile than the others. And…”
When she first met Cecille, there had been an odd sense of familiarity. But Lyu refrained from putting it into words, because she wasn’t entirely sure where it came from.
“It’s nothing.” Lyu shook her head.
Astrea looked her in the eye for a brief moment and then responded.
“Yes, while the other girls are mostly from other lands and cities, Cecille was born here in Zolingam.”
“…A blacksmith, or else some other artisan family?”
“Yes. She was born to the Blackliza family, a prestigious and noted family. They have been blacksmiths in this city for generations.”
Cecille’s father was the current head of the Blackliza workshop, and he had eight children. She was the youngest and the only daughter. Lyu, who had been treated as the youngest daughter in the familia until five years ago, felt a little kinship with her on that one point.
“After you left, she was the first child I scouted.”
“!”
“So in the sense of the newly reestablished familia, Cecille is the oldest.”
“…In which case the captain…”
“Is Cecille.”
Lyu had stopped eating and was just listening as Astrea preempted her question.
“The reason I sought Cecille out is because there was a commission I wanted to entrust to her. I thought if anyone could, she would be able to achieve it…and more than anything, because she was so similar.”
“Similar?”
“To Alize, and to you, Lyu.”
“!”
Lyu’s blue eyes filled with shock. It felt like that was the source of the familiarity she had not mentioned before.
Me aside, to say she resembles Alize is…difficult to accept.
Alize Lovell, the first girl who grabbed hold of Lyu’s hand, thought more of justice than anyone, never hesitated to follow her principles, and was like a bright shining sun no matter how difficult the situation, occasionally letting loose with a stupidly loud voice without reading the mood and sometimes annoying or bothering Lyu and the others…Stop it, my head is starting to hurt.
It was supposed to be a reflection on Alize’s good points, but remembering her reckless side too, Lyu put a hand to her forehead and finished with the analysis that Alize was rather far removed from normal. “How rude, Leon! You can be a little more honest about how you feel! Smack!” echoed in her ears, but Lyu did her best to ignore it. Maybe it was the nostalgia of being with the goddess she loved so much, but the star maidens in her mind seemed to be getting rowdy.
Astrea, likely aware of Lyu’s conflicted feelings that she couldn’t help but show in her ever-changing expressions, merely giggled softly.
“Anyway, she is a good child. Frank and always asking herself if she is mistaken…It really is like looking at how all of you were.”
Astrea’s eyes softened; she was probably thinking back to their first meeting.
Still not ready to accept it, Lyu started to say something, but Astrea got there first.
“Has she told you yet?”
“…? About what?” Lyu had no idea what Astrea could have meant.
Hearing that, the goddess closed her eyes and smiled slightly.
“No, it’s fine. If she hasn’t spoken about it yet…then it isn’t for me to say.”
“Lady Astrea…?”
“If Cecille tries to tell you something, please lend her an ear. If you just keep that in mind, that’s enough.”
With that, there was nothing more Lyu could ask. As Astrea watched, she finished the meal of mostly vegetables and fruits and then went to clean the plate and wash her hands. At that point all that was left was to go to sleep.
Astrea put her hands together as she asked, “All right then, shall we update your status today, too?”
“…Huh?”
While she knew it was rude, Lyu’s eyes spun, and that was the only answer she could manage.
She had just leveled up, so there was no way her status had changed. Certainly not here, so far removed from the Dungeon.
A day spent swinging her sword in the woods wouldn’t add anything to her abilities. But even as she said that, Astrea just smiled and got on with it, half pushing her into the seat with both hands as she started going about the update.
It was her patron goddess’s will, so Lyu reluctantly removed her top.
Lyu Leon
LEVEL 5
Strength: I 0->50 Endurance: I 0->50 Dexterity: I 0->50
Agility: I 0->50 Magic: I 0->50
“…That’s impossible…”
Seeing the updated numbers, she gasped.
Just like last night, she forgot to put back on her top and stared at the update sheet.
That short spar with them and then swinging a sword in the river increased my abilities that much? No, there’s no way…I’m Level Five now. Maybe if it were an expedition down to the deep floors of the Dungeon…but Lady Astrea would not write a false update sheet…
Her abilities had gone up by a combined 250 points exactly. For a Level 5, that was an unthinkable amount of growth. Lyu could only stare grimly at the paper. The goddess merely smiled.
“Do your best again tomorrow, Lyu.”
No Comments Yet
Post a new comment
Register or Login