Steel: Aenon nods his head.

"Hmm... I've got an idea. There's a spell I know which might be useful as both restorative and damage for a bubble-based caster. It's called 'Draining Allure'. You cast it on a beautiful object or person, and it basically drains health and mana from the target who stares at it, and transfers it to the caster. It also has the neat effect of becoming stronger the more people stare into it.

If this is too weird of a spell to learn, I can teach you some ordinary {MENTAL RECONSTRUCTION} and then some offensive magic."

As he casts the spell, you feel your exhaustion slowly fall away and your mind restructure slightly, but enough to notice a stronger resilience and endurance, mentally.


Gordy: "He gave you magic missile, but also gave you magic missiles... Also he never gave y"

The librarian suddenly speaks out.

"My Lord, I never gave him such a strong spell. I did not think he could handle Rank 4."

The skeleton lord then nods his head.

"I believe you... It appears he can't actually handle casting a Rank 4 spell... Which means that the human must've learned it himself... Shortly after he learned ordinary magic missile. These spells are remarkably similar... It seems your innate talents are automatically learning similar spells, as well as a high mental resistance, which despite what you assumed the librarian only strengthened, without giving you any magic resistance."

He stops speaking, adjusts his posture slightly, and thinks for a moment. However, despite this simple action, you immediately have doubts spread into your head about this whole thing. You try to restrain from shaking, and barely manage it.

"Hmm... His mental resistance isn't as good as I thought... But it should be enough."

The doubts leave your mind as quickly as they arrived.

"Now, do you have anything you would like to ask?"


MK: In a confused state, the Druid makes no attempt to dodge as you slash at her with skill beyond onlooker's expectations. Managing to hit where your first slash landed, the Druid is forced to take a step back from the pain and collapses into the ground, and starts begging for your mercy.

The adventurer seems to wonder about how you slashed as the coin landed, before shrugging and leaving the Guild.

The receptionist, however, appears horrified at this sudden turn of events, hands you what the Druid came to get and hides under her desk.

The voice in your head speaks again. This time, he sounds proud of your achievements.

"Well done. I don't care what you do with the Druid, but if you want me to explain myself, meet me in the alley where you were tripped, tomorrow. If you want to live a normal life... I won't talk to you again. Goodbye."

"Is there anything that I am expected to do here? I guess I could work. I've been a clerk for years."

Steel: Aenon nods his head.

"Alright. First, you'll need to focus your mind on an object. The spell works better if the object itself is beautiful by itself, but there are other spells to let you enhance that. For now..."

He pulls out a small statue, seemingly from nowhere. It's a feminine-looking robot, with a gold body and some opal eyes. It looks very expensive, but apart from that it doesn't really stand out.

"No. 30 gave these out to everyone in the tomb as a token of herself; it's basically a lump of glorified metal. However, since it's a lump of glorified metal based on herself, she considers it the most beautiful thing in the world. Hence it's perfect to teach you a beauty-based spell on."

Aenon throws it at you. It's a bad throw, but you catch it.

"Now, focus your mind on it, then cast the spell. If you want to try on a bubble first, that's fine: just tell me."


Gordy: The noble stifles a slight laugh.

"We already have clerks and servants here, we don't need anyone like that. No, what we need are... Adventurers. We need to test the very limits of how much power an adventurer of Odrutis can obtain with the assistance of Pyammbal!"


MK: The Druid goes to make a snarky comment before quickly realizing the position they are in and sinking into despair.

"I... Heard that you would be carrying a letter of... Life and death importance. And that... Meant money I could blackmail... Please, don't kill me! Please! Please! I beg you! I, Laurent of the Forsaken Druids, beg your mercy! I..."

The Druid quickly devolves into randomly begging you not to kill them.

"Who sent you? Who and why were you trying to blackmail?"