"There's at least one transcendence present as far as I'm aware," Agnes said, attempting to sit upright. "The subspace rging with the frontline has brought a lot more eyes faster than it should have."
"Well, considering what we found, there is every reason to turn up," he said, supporting her back while she sat clutching the cover.
He leaned closer, peering at her shoulder. "How long do you plan on keeping them?"
"As long as you don't put your hands on them," she sighed. "It should be enough to feign ignorance about the whole thing."
"Oh, but I'm going to put my hands on them," he told her. "Don't move, act tough to your best capabilities..."
"What are you doing?"
"Treatnt, the difficult way," he said. "You sent away the healer, so I guess I should complete her job. You may not know, but I was trained by the greatest healer in history."
Agnes snorted. "Do whatever you want, just don't think you can take advantage of ..."
He raised an eyebrow, gazing at her from head to toe, seeing only her underwear under the white cover.
"I have already seen what there is to see," he clicked his tongue. "There's nothing more."
Agnes punched him in the chest, but that only brought a growl out of her lips.
The shoulder wound hampered her right arm's movent. While the wounds on her upper chest were not that deep, they grazed her bones and should heal the fastest. He cleaned the wounds on her upper body first and bandaged them after pouring healing elixirs.
"Where else?"
Agnes t his gaze for an extended mont, as though asuring his intentions, before finally removing the cover, exposing her midriff. There was a wound on her waist, quite deep, and another on her thigh.
"You've seen it already," Agnes snorted. "Why are you ogling?"
"I didn't know the captain wears flower panties," he joked.
That comnt earned another smack.
"I should have known you're a pervert like that princess," she said. "I should have kept my distance since I found you with the panties."
"What?!"
"You think you can keep on with your dirty deeds and nobody would notice?" she shot him a judging look.
"Hey, there's only one panty," he said. "And I didn't take it intentionally."
"Didn't stop you from using it, though," she snorted.
Well, that was kinda fair, he guessed.
"What, not going to explain yourself?"
"What is there to explain?" he said, cleaning the wound on her waist. "It is a completely normal affair. It's not like it was soone other than June's..."
She shivered as he poured the elixir on the wound, clenching her jaw.
"I thought you said you were trained by the greatest healer?" she cursed.
"Yes," he muttered, being more careful. "But she mostly trained in combat."
"Fuck!" she cried. "The one on the thigh is the worst."
He could tell that already. She had let a spear dig through her thigh, breaking her bones. Normally, it would take at least a month to heal right.
"You really don't want to patch it up for good?" he asked, unsure where to begin.
"I've had worse," she said.
"I don't doubt it," he sighed, cleaning it off. "I don't know for whom you're putting yourself through all this... they sure are a lucky fella..."
Agnes' mood shifted instantly with the comnt. "I'm hoping she isn't," she shook her head and turned to him. "You should stay low-key until the smoke clears. You are already weird, wearing items that can start a war... you shouldn't want any smoke with transcendents." Find your next read at m_v l|e-
"No, not yet," he agreed.
Agnes t his gaze and let out a breath. "You've got to tell the whole story behind your transformation soday."
"Sure, maybe over dinner, with June," he said. "Anyway, what do you intend to do with the scepter, or the corpse of the—"
"Keep them stored for now," she hissed. "Don't even bring them out. They might radiate a different kind of aura which may alert the resident transcendent or cunning gold rankers."
"I can do that," he said. "Just so you know... sothing peculiar is happening in my space..."
Agnes perked her eyebrows.
"The space is slowly absorbing the essence of the core and the corpse," he said.
Agnes blinked. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
He sighed. "I have not verified it, but I am becoming aware of it with each passing mont."
"You realize that was a corpse of true divinity, no matter how much it had deteriorated, it was still far above soone in the realm of transcendence..."
"That is the problem, I don't know what might happen if I continue to absorb it..." He didn't want so foreign dead god's voice randomly in his ears so night when he was making love to June.
"If the subspace is your ability, can't you stop it?"
"I guess I'll have to see," he muttered. "I may have beco weirder than you know for."
"I'll wait for you to surprise ... as long as you stop making the sex jokes..."
"I'll try," he said, standing up. "Don't keep your hopes up, though."
Delivering a cheap salute, he crept out of the tent.
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Jarvis Alvin Adoffei was examining one of the worst cases of dark essence mutation when he felt a foreign will spreading around him.
He stopped his work and turned to his temporary assistant. Terel Walt was acting general in charge here, but that changed after he arrived.
"Is there sothing you require of , Your Grace?" Terel Walt asked cordially.
"Did you guys call any other of the old fogies?" Jarvis asked. "I just felt transcendent Will spread around here... it was brief, but the feeling it gave was sothing I'm not familiar with."
A calculating look appeared on the acting general's face. "There's no transcendent power here to my knowledge, Your Grace..."
"Then your knowledge is old," Jarvis clicked his tongue, going back to his work. "I'm sure it was spirit domain-assisted perception ability, weak perhaps, but I had not mistaken. Go check out who it is..."
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Woooo.... 300 chapters...
The next chapter is prolly going to be the end of the volu... Going to give the hardest cliff...
Peace...
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