Desecration Chapter105: Watch What You Say

One sentence out of three.

It had taken ...nine months? All for one sentence.

All I got for the trouble was a bit more efficiency; able to increase my strength by however much more when using the spell. I could've really used sothing concrete to asure this shit with, but convenance was for bitches with riches.

Nothing to expand my soul, I didn't learn strength or give or me. Not even a new spell. None of those things. None at all. Nine months for nothing.

I checked, the scar on my soul had nothing to offer. Just a better defined spell. Like it was starting to belong rather than being a slapped on addition. So that was sothing, proof that it wasn't a waste of ti. Proof that it might've been fruitful to continue translating the spell.

Nine months.

I didn't have a titable to gauge whether I should've bothered. I had more than a year at least, but I had three more Sentences to go through. So I had to think, I had to reorganize, I had to absorb the new information and make a plan.

The first option would be to go guns blazing into completing the spell, and damned be anything else. This, of course, was a plan of desperation and idiocy, and was promptly thrown aside.

Second option was to learn the individual words in the first sentence. I'd have to do it anyway since they seed foundational. But I was already doing that with one, and had no fucking clue how to advance the others.

They sounded like they needed intense introspection and philosophical reasoning, which wasn't my strong suit to say the least.

Or, I could continue my course. Keep my training diversified and slowly growing in multiple aspects at the sa ti. So things were simple, only needing investnt to grow.

Like making my pathways stronger, or forcing my will into my blood.

But shit like swordsmanship and control would take a decent chunk of ti away from the previously stated options.

Did I have a choice?

Going fully into the magical was a fools decision, my magic at that point was a nice addition to what I could already do, but it wasn't anything groundbreaking. It wouldn't even allow for a purely mana focused route. I needed to be in the thick of it.

I didn't know what to do, but translating the Sentence...was disappointing. Maybe fully translating the spell would yield better results, but as previously stated, I didn't know how much ti I had to manage that.

Or if it even would.

So.

What to do?

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I huffed a sigh and looked out at the coming of dawn.

Perhaps I needed to clear my head before setting my course, sparring would be perfect for that.

"Lass! Co 'ere and take a seat, I caught a fish that's been trying to make a right fool of ya!"

I let out a sigh. I just stepped into the guild. I grumbled and turned to where I heard Kerro holler, finding him smiling with childish glee as his knife was pinning a man's hand to his table. A terribly familiar man. I groaned and ran a hand down my face.

Kerro bood a rry laugh at the sight of my consternation and waved over. I scowled and stomped my way to the table, taking a seat beside the hunter.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I glared at the man, who was making an admirable effort to put on a brave face.

"Hello Yir, lovely to see you too," Pokan managed through a strangled voice. "Would you kindly tell your compatriot to release my hand? Stabbings don't agree with unfortunately."

Kerro snickered. "Should've watched yer words then, ya fancy dumbass. Might give you a few more shankings if that lesson ain't stuck in the goopy puddle ye call a brain."

"We're not killing him," I glared at Kerro.

"Why, I would never!" Kerro gasped, turning to give a look of faux offence. "Kenny boy is just 'round the corner after all. Who knows? Might be sothing stuck in his blood that needs freeing for 'im to start thinking proper."

"My thoughts are quite proper, you absolute madman!"

Both of us ignored him.

"The fuck did he even do for you to be so hostile?" I said.

"Oh! That there is a wonderful little story. See I was looking to get a nice juicy steak to start the day when I overheard—"

"Co now, we—AH. FUCK."

Kerro didn't skip a beat despite twisting his knife. "—A few interesting rumours being spread about your person. Apparently you've been sleeping with Loyd Enthal! Why, I couldn't believe ears! What ever would possess you to embarrass the Rhombals like this?"

I gave Kerro a flat look. "And you only stabbed him once?"

Pokan looked like he was about to say sothing, but Kerro predicted it like a social savant and gave the knife another twist. "Wanted to see if you'd want a few just in case. Hogging him wouldn't be fair!"

"I didn't sign up to be anyone's political toy," I grumbled and turned to Pokan. "Got anything to say for yourself?"

He was breathing pretty heavy, and sweating a lot. Lovely.

Kerro twisted again when he spent three seconds in pain rather than answering the question.

"Okay! Okay! Look, I was just doing what I was told! You can't expect to refuse my lord, can you? That'd just be stupid."

"Seed pretty eager from how I heard it." Kerro smiled.

"It's presentation! Servants and contractors love to gossip, would anyone believe if I was reticent?"

"So you're saying you put your all into slandering ?"

He sputtered out a bunch of excuses like a torrent, none of it coherent. Wouldn't care for it even if it was.

"What do you think we should do with this idiot?" I mused.

"Well, old village would make liars like him eat there own tongues."

The man went hysteric when he heard that.

I blinked and turned to Kerro. "The fuck?"

"We was far from the cities!" Kerro said, quite sheepishly might I add. "Patrols barely passed to take idiots like these. Couldn't even rely on the stockade when those sa idiots seed to get a liking for the beatings. Had to exercise so creativity."

"Eating their own tongues though? How'd they survive the blood loss?"

"We had plenty of yarrow." Kerro shrugged.

I humd. "That worked?"

"Most of the ti."

"I haven't been to the alchemic side of the guild at all," I pondered. "Think they sell any yarrow?"

"They don't. Got plenty of mixtures that work better though, just expensive is all."

"How expensive?"

"Surely you aren't considering this barbarism, lady Yir?" Pokan said.

I turned to him. "I think you said you worked as an artisan? What kind specifically?"

"What?" Kerro gently turned the knife just a bit. "A mason! I'm a mason. Best in the city in fact, I can pay you handsoly if you let go."

"Oh? Lucky. Masons don't need a tongue."

The surrounding hunters who'd been spectating so far broke into laughter loud enough to drown out Pokan's pleading.

I nodded to Kerro. "Keep him here, won't you? I won't be long."

His smile was wide and full of nace.

"It'd be my pleasure, lass."