Paulina who just turned to ask him sothing tilted her head.
"Didn't you have your cloak on you?"
Eryndor didn't display anything on his face.
With an expression of genuine shock as if he just rembered, he replied in a hurry and ran back to the restaurant.
"Oh yes! I forgot it in the restaurant. I'll go get it back."
Eryndor didn't know if it worked, but from what he had observed so far, Paulina had the highest senses in the group and possessed a scary mory to go along with her acute observation skills.
She rembered the slightest details about everything and was incredibly attentive about her surroundings.
He once guessed that this trait of her might partly be the reason she always replied first in the group chat.
Eryndor didn't know if he had fooled her, but he could use the excuse of the dark surroundings at night ti and the black color of his collared t-shirt to proclaim she might have seen incorrectly if she brought it up later.
He ran over to the restaurant and quickly left from the other entrance.
Arriving at a secluded spot, he focused on having the Sovereign's Cloak appear once again, all the while thinking of what happened just now, and why the Sovereign's Cloak disappeared out of existence.
So invisible intangible attack might have been used on , the Sovereign's Cloak sohow saved .
Eryndor's eyes narrowed as he rembered a piece of information.
The altar of Sovereign's Cloak said it was only at the Latent grade, which is level 1.
Eryndor knew that the rest of his abilities, however, were at a higher grade.
His Passive Regeneration was at Stable grade, which was level 2, and both Cognitive Scrying and Telekinesis were at Active grade, which should obviously be higher than level 2.
Which ans my capacity for energy of consciousness is enough to handle the use of an Active grade ability.
No wonder I didn't fall unconscious even if my ability was used to its maximum capacity.
Eryndor had a slight gist of what transpired.
Whatever kind of attack it was, it was clearly above Latent grade.
The Sovereign's Cloak defended against it using his energy of Consciousness, but since the attack was above its grade, it disappeared after fully exerting itself.
The full extent of consumption of energy of Consciousness by a Latent grade ability resulted in a slight headache and fatigue building up despite the recent dinner.
By the ti he had completed his analysis, the Sovereign's Cloak reappeared around his body.
So there's a small ti fra before which I can summon it again.
It was good to know of these small details.
Eryndor headed back into the restaurant and left from the front entrance, jogging back to his group who had waited for him.
As soon as he joined them, Valentina handed him a box.
With a smile, she added.
"A small boy from the town ca up to us with this first aid box. He said their family were grateful for our help and would like to give us at least sothing in return."
Eryndor laughed lightly as he received the box.
"Why give it to ?"
Drakarion had his hands behind his head while replying to him.
"Who if not you? You were handling all the stuff like this so we thought it would be better if you kept it.
"Also, the boy said he made the thermoter himself, don't be surprised if it doesn't work."
Valentina nudged Drakarion with her elbow. "Be nice, he at least made an effort."
Eryndor had a faint suspicion in his mind, turning to Paulina, he asked.
"I am hoping you rembered how that boy looked? Can we visit him tomorrow to thank him?"
Paulina tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at him before simply nodding.
The rest of them didn't find anything odd with Eryndor's actions.
Once he was back alone in his room, he quickly examined the box closely while cross checking with his mory.
Alright, this isn't the box used to store the Mystical Artifact of professor lissa's group.
With his mind at ease, he opened the box.
As was the case with every first aid box, inside were an assortnt of equipnt and items used for a quick fix or a stop gap asure until real treatnt.
He took out each one of them and carefully scrutinized it. All the dicines and equipnt were in their original containers and fully sealed.
Keeping them aside, he took out the thermoter which the kid had made himself.
It was round shaped, its glassy surface painted on opposite ends such that an empty strip was visible in the between.
There were a few markings and words which he couldn't make sense of below the empty strip of glass.
Attached to the circular thermoter was a small handle ending in a tal tip which was a standard for thermoters.
As soon as he took in the entire structure of the thermoter, his eyes narrowed, a faint suspicion in his mind that it resembled sothing.
A mont later his pupils widened after he went through his mory.
Eryndor placed the thermoter down on the floor and brought a knife from the kitchen.
Holding it tightly, he began scraping the sides of the thermoter. Slowly, the paint began wearing off, exposing a similarly glassy surface with more markings and words.
He stabbed the knife into the handle hard, easily pulling off the entire handle. It was a fake made of cardboard, with nothing inside the handle.
There was simply a small, but thick rope attached to the circular equipnt which the handle had covered, or you could say, hidden away.
Eryndor held the unfamiliar equipnt under lamp light and gradually beca certain of his guess.
He carefully examined the markings and the small words which still didn't make any sense to him.
If I didn't know it wasn't a thermoter I might have really passed off these markings and words as a childish attempt at making one.
He took a deep breath and slowly whispered while keeping his eyes trained on the equipnt.
Why the fuck did that kid give us an anomaly sensor?
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