Chapter 147: Chapter 121: Rashan Village.

To the inhabitants of Rashan Village in the Teullon Barony, monster attacks weren’t a common occurrence, but neither was it rare for a daring carnivore to sneak into the village and snatch away a chocochuckle or a gheeper. For that reason, the guards and soldiers patrolling around the village were used to fighting monsters. Although not as experienced or proficient as veteran adventurers, they were more proficient than daring and reckless newbies.

The guardsmen of Rashan Village were a fair bit stronger than those of Carine Village. It wasn’t due to a difference in training or equipment, but due to the environment that the Rashan guards were living in. The Belzac Forest, a famous monster-infested area, wasn’t far away. It wouldn’t be ridiculous to assume that a rank D monster could potentially migrate out and attack the village, so the soldiers were trained to thwart these attacks.

While the soldiers of the Teullon Barony could fight back against a single D rank monster, they would likely suffer numerous injuries or even casualties in the process of taking it down depending on the species. So, it wasn’t surprising for the village chief to plead to the barony’s seneschal to commission a Quest to the hunter’s guild when the number and strength of monsters appearing around the village increased.

Usually, this wouldn’t be too much of a problem for a noble’s soldiers to take care of, but the problem lay with the fact that these strong monsters were spawning near the village, rather than wandering into the barony after being spawned or—like Rajah—born in the Belzac forest. Planting macula plants to drain the area of mana was an option, but the source of the abnormal ambient mana in the area was somewhere within the old ruins close to the village, predating the founding of the Kingdom of Leosfalt, let alone the Kingdom of Artorias.

With his lord in the capital of the Kingdom and the threat of rank D monsters roaming around the area, the seneschal had no choice but to accept the village chief’s wish. Little could he have known that the threat was even greater than the village chief had claimed. The first group that came was made up of ten rank D adventurers.
They arrived one evening and camped outside the village walls. The next morning, they spoke to the village chief and headed toward the ruins, never to be heard from again. Once it became clear that the adventurers weren’t coming back, the quest was upgraded to rank C, along with the reward. The village chief was informed that the quest had been accepted again, but he knew it would be too late for the next party of adventurers to arrive. It was winter, after all.

The enemy came after dawn. It was silent, without warning.

“Ruarrrrrrgh!”

“Krrrrriierkta!”

The growling of beasts and the inhuman groans of some creatures unsettled the drowsy guards into action. As they witnessed countless shadowed figures approach, they rang the bell, waking any still groggy villagers from their last night’s ale. Fervent shouts to fortify the village gates sent chills down the peasants’ spines, with the men picking up whatever weapon they had to join the militia. Everybody had to hold on until the soldiers from the castle arrived.

Despite the villagers’ efforts, the monsters hopelessly outclassed them. The wooden spiked walls were high enough to block most of the monsters’ paths into the village, but not all of them. Loopriszars, stained with black ooze and open wounds on their bodies, easily jumped over the walls and began their assault. Although it looked like they should be dead, these rank D monsters were still nimble as always, easily fending off serfs who had only the strength of rank G or F adventurers.

The situation at the front gate wasn’t much better. Humans and beastmen with decaying faces and sticky black slime holding their falling bones and rotting flesh together began to attack the guards, assisted by weak, coarse-looking monsters. Despite being weaker than the loopriszars, this large group of monstrous beings broke through the gates and slowly invaded the village.

With guards having to protect the villagers from loopriszars on one end and defend the village from a frightening wave of monsters at the other end, it honestly looked like the village wouldn’t survive until the soldiers arrived.

“Fu-fuck you! Simon, get your family out of here! Sh-Kuarrgh!”

“Dammit, Glenn, no!”

It was futile. The difference between taking on a D rank monster with a group of guards or soldiers and taking on one with two or three guards was massive. Bravery alone couldn’t stop these death bunnies.

“Shit, shit, shit! N-no, stay back you damn monster, stay back!”

The end of this village was quickly approaching.

“Shadow Pierce.”

“W-wha—?!”

Just as a loopriszar was about to tear the throat out from a man, a woman with a fluffy wolf tail jumped out of a shadow, her two daggers coated in a shadow-like substance. The loopriszar turned its head towards the woman but its reaction was too late against her speed. A dagger precisely struck the back of the rabbit’s head while the woman held her other dagger at its throat. With one swift motion, the loopriszar’s head flew up in the air.

“ ‘Aim for the head’ … Hopefully Hestia’s tip works. Never was a fan of horror movies.” The woman flicked the already dried blood off her daggers and turned towards the villagers. A chill ran down their spines as they stared at the red mist coming from the woman’s eyes, quickly understanding this woman was a predator. “My name is Saori, a hunter. My companions and I are here to help, so please get to safety as we clean this problem up.”

Saori didn’t let the villagers respond. She glanced at the dead bodies of the guards for a moment and frowned, before diving back into a shadow. No loopriszar escaped her “claws.”

Meanwhile, floating ice spears began killing off any monster who came too close, defending the villagers. A girl in a maid’s outfit moved through the village like a swift breeze, creating ice shields and spears which heed her orders to drive back the scourge.

At the same time, loud music could be heard booming in front of the gate, attracting the attention of numerous decaying humans like the [Taunt] ability.

“Let me sing you a requiem, Mr. Zombie ♫”

Holy spells and fiery explosions quickly sent the moaning “zombies” back into their graves. The girl singing the song was smiling and dancing joyfully in startling contrast to both the flurry of powerful spells she was slinging and the dire moods of the guards who watched their companions die one by one in the monster attack. Whether out of gratitude or shock, they were left speechless at this dazzling, but terrifying, display or arcane might.

A large circle of holy light appeared around the gate, enveloping every single guard. It healed those with minor injuries while bringing back anybody at death’s door. It was a miracle—the white grace! Some might question why the girl was singing and dancing on the battlefield but everybody understood why she was here. Her white-red robe fluttered through the air and an amulet of the Goddess of Light hung from her neck.

“The Goddess! We are saved!”

With the timely arrival of a trio of heroines, the village survived the attack.

***

<Proficiency requirements fulfilled. [Mental Stability Lv. 7] [Benevolent Aura Lv. 3] gained>

“Thank you, thank you for saving us! We cannot express our gratitude enough, Lady Shrine Maiden. We cannot repay this debt, oh, not even constant prayer to the Goddess will be enough! May the Goddess bless your kind souls!”

“Praise the Goddess! Praise the adventurers!”

Merriment after nearly dying, huh? Well, I guess I would celebrate too before looking at the aftermath.

We weren’t able to save everybody. A couple of guards and a few villagers were killed before we arrived, but I guess the casualties would’ve been worse if we hadn’t. Saori made sure to stress to me that this was the best we could have done for them, and I had to accept it. I was not a hero and I shouldn’t blame myself for something outside of my control. The mindset was toxic.

Though … it still stung to see those I couldn’t help.

Saori and Tasianna are receiving their fair share of thanks, too. They were more active within the village and protected the villagers personally, after all. Hehe, Tasianna seems so uncomfortable.

“Please, don’t worry about repaying us. We only did what was right,” I told the village chief to calm him down before he began genuflecting. He was an elderly man; I didn’t want him to strain his knees. “We came from the hunter’s guild and accepted your Quest to investigate the ruins. If it’s possible, could I ask you a few questions?”

“Oooh, thank you, thank you so very much for accepting the Quest. I am so glad that the guild has sent very capable young ladies to help us. Of course, I’ll answer everything you need to complete the Quest. Our village’s survival depends on it.”

Gathering information on the situation was important right now. The local baron or their senaschal could tell me everything I wanted, but I didn’t want to deal with them when the village chief probably had enough for me to work with. The Quest description even instructed me to ask them.

Silva was currently hiding in the local forest, so I inquired whatever information she might need, as well. It was, almost a certainty, that these enemies we fought had something to do with her faemancer work. Oh, and speaking of her, I probably should have lowered her experience share to 0% since she didn’t help out. Unfortunately, the experience share range was huge, meaning none of us managed to gain a level from this.

“First question, the zomb—monsters in front of the gate, have you seen them before?” The village chief found it hard to answer my question, so he called over the captain of the guard.

The guard captain seemed pretty friendly when he introduced himself to me, showing obvious gratitude for my party’s timely arrival. He suggested to the chief and me that we go to the gate and inspect them together. I had Saori and Tasianna follow me to make the inspection go faster.

Maybe I shouldn’t have scorched them with fire and holy spells …

The smell was atrocious. Their faces and bodies were nauseating and gave me the creeps. What an authentic zombie movie experience! Okay, jokes aside, these things really looked like zombies. Some of them still looked fresh, as if they’d just died a few hours ago while others were barely more than skeletons. However, what all these zombies had in common, including the loopriszars, was a sticky black slime on their bodies.

Still reminded of the discussion about onnikais I had with Silva, I activated my [Mana Eyes]. Onnikais were faefolk, meaning they were made of mana. Normally invisible to the naked eye, aside if you were faemancer or a faefolk yourself, I managed to confirm my new eye skill allowed me to see them.

With the skill activated, my world turned blue. I instinctively took out a macula plant seed and planted it in the ground, and to my surprise, the plant grew as fast as when I cleaned up the area after my first concert. The area was extremely rich with mana.

I picked up the plant and looked around me, looking for any “floating blue balls.” When I inspected myself, I noticed some weird glowing particles attaching themselves around my tail and shoulder. I tried to touch them, but it seemed like they avoided my finger, moving slightly away from it. These were, as Tasianna called them, “spirits.” These were your vanilla lesser faefolk with no specialization or ability to possess anything.

I shouldn’t waste too much time if they didn’t want to interact with me. I directed my eyes to the field of corpses. Even with all my parallel minds processing the information, it was still hard for me to keep this up for long. The place was filled with mana—it was a blue color overload. It was too taxing on my brain to keep this up.

<Human Corpse: The corpse of a human>

<Beastman Corpse: The corpse of a beastman>

<Wolf Corpse: The corpse of a wolf>

<Loopabit Corpse: The corpse of a loopabit>

Uh? That’s it? That’s all the information I can get from them? This feels like having [Identify Lv. 1], again.

Regardless, I couldn’t find any “floating blue balls” or anything that looked similar to the spirits on my back. However, the mana in the corpses made me curious. If I compared the zombies with people like the guard captain or the different guards, these former zombies had too much mana accumulated in their bodies.

Some of them had simple clothing like farmers or townspeople, and while, of course, they could’ve been mages, it was weird that all the corpses had large amounts of mana in them. Even the beastman and animal-like monster corpses, despite how they technically should have less or around the same as a human. They seemed more like bags of mana, compared to the guards and villagers around.

This couldn’t be a coincidence, right?

Hmm, what is this?

As I focused on one corpse, my parallel minds managed to differentiate the mana inside the body. Apparently, this black slime covering the corpses, holding decaying flesh and limbs together, seemed like it was supplying the rest of the body with mana. It was like a blood vessel, only for mana, in other words.

I touched it. It was soft to the touch but still firm, similar to a tongue. I wanted to pick it up, but it was stuck on the corpse like a piece of dried old gum stuck under a table. Even with my claws I had trouble scratching some of it off.

… Well, if it really was a monster slime, then magic should be the answer. And black must mean dark elemental, right? Well, it was just a guess but why not try things out? [White Flames] was the skill for the job.

With white fire enveloping my hand like a glove, I easily cut off the black slime, confirming my theory. However, as I was praising myself for my deduction skills, the slime began to quiver and struggle; it attempted to escape from me!

Not on my watch, little guy! Air Shield!

As the body-long, tentacle-like slime pried itself off the corpse like some parasite, I encased it in a ball of wind, capturing it like a pokeball. It still moved erratically, shaking the sphere of wind as it wiggled and wagged around until it finally stopped, as though it had realized it was futile.

Got’cha! Huh? Oh my!

Suddenly the black slimes on the other corpses convulsed, bloating up like balloons before they simultaneously exploded. The guard captain immediately ran in front of the chief and shielded him with his shield, while Saori and Tasianna used their spells to protect themselves. I was distracted with the captured slime so I reacted a bit too slowly with a defensive [Air Shield], but everything that bypassed my shield was blocked by my [Draconic Barrier]. I received no damage, but I did confirm another thing.

That explosion was dark elemental. It actually tickled me …

“Hail! The soldiers of Lord Baron Teullon are here!”

I wanted to speak with Saori and Tasianna about what had happened, but a group of armored men who looked like soldiers appeared out of nowhere. Were they the reinforcements? Weren’t they a bit too late? Nevertheless, I should handle this first. I hid the slime under my robe, as my [Storage Magic] didn’t accept it; meaning that slime was most likely alive.

“Captain Zik!” the guard captain responded to a man on an equerochs—those Peolyncian ox-horse hybrids—and saluted him. “Guard captain Dan, reporting to the soldiers of Lord Baron Teullon! We thank you for coming in our time of need!”

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“Easy, soldier … explain, what happened here?” The man named Zik climbed off his mount and spoke with the captain and village chief. He was quickly briefed on everything that happened and was then directed to us. “As the captain of the army under Lord Baron Teullon, I thank you three for protecting our village. We cannot thank the hunter’s guild enough for sending in capable adventurers! May the Goddess bless you soul, Lady Shrine Maiden.”

“Don’t worry, protecting the village is part of the Quest. Besides, we couldn’t leave them to their fate.” I was gonna be mad if he acted condescending in any way. Considering how the village looked upon my party’s arrival, it was very likely that the village would have been overrun by monsters by the time he arrived. I didn’t know why he was so late, but this was a failure on his part.

“I heard about it from the elder, but are you the only ones who came?” I confirmed his question, to which he frowned a bit. “May I be allowed to see your IDs, my lady?”

I was a bit wary at his reaction, but there was nothing that I could do. As long as we were here, we were the representatives of the hunter’s guild and our actions affected the guild. The guild master sparred with me in his free time, so I wanted to help him a bit to improve the guild’s reputation in return.

The three of us showed the captain our IDs. He probably only wanted to see our hunter ranks so we changed the emblem on our IDs to the hunter’s guild one. “What?! Your three are only rank D?! What is this nonsense?!”

As expected …

“The guild already sent two parties of Ds! They never left the ruins! The Quest should’ve been raised to rank C with the extra payment, so shouldn’t rank Cs accept this Quest? Please, tell me more people are coming!” he was sweating, looking mortified as he pleaded.

“Captain, please, calm yourself. You are speaking with a white-robed priestess,” the village chief intervened. “She and her companions destroyed the beasts and the undead without any problem, in fact, were it not for them, the village wouldn’t have been there when you arrived. We cannot thank them enough for saving us.”

“I can confirm the elder’s words, Sir. The Shrine Maiden saved many of my men with her white grace, and I also heard the wolfkin and elf rescued and defended the villagers against those loopriszars. Everybody in the village is praising them.”

The rewards for being a good person. The captain seemed to be shaken by everybody’s words. Seeing an opportunity to resolve things, Saori pushed the dagger deeper by asking him to look at our level.

We showed our IDs to him once again, pointing his eyes in the right section. Naturally, I was hiding my surname from him.

“Lady Hestia Atsuko … Level 80?!” His eyes widened like a cartoon character, looking up at me and then back to my ID, repeating it a couple more times before inspecting Saori’s and Tasianna’s. “Level 71?! What in the—Oh wait, not everybody is so high level. She’s level 51 … but her class is [Torrent Sorcerer]?! Wait, you’re an advanced water mage?!”

All the dignity of a captain disappeared the moment he uttered, “Two rank Bs and a medium rank C?!” After that, he started acting real supportive, even explaining more about the ruins we were supposed to investigate. Considering we were going into it blind, I was thankful to get some information from this.

We also learned that aside from one corpse, none of the zombies were acquaintances. The one person they recognized was one of the ten adventurers who first accepted the Quest, confirming the two parties were most likely all dead at this point. I took his ID, remembering that Melia wanted me to confirm their status.

Rest in peace … We’ll make sure to finish the Quest in your place.

There was the option of taking his body with my [Storage Magic], but what good would that do?

Hey, let me just take this guy’s body and stuff it into my magical pocket dimension? Nothing suspicious here. Hey, Melia, I brought the dead guy’s body. He’s dead, unfortunately. Yo, that’s morbid and creepy as hell! There is no reason for me to do it.

Anyway, we also learned that the villagers and the soldiers already knew about the high mana concentration in the ground due to the macula plants. They attempted to get rid of it when they noticed monsters spawning around the village, but everytime they would drain the ground dry of mana, it would return a few days later.

Eventually, the villagers simply kept the area around the village safe while leaving the woods a breeding ground for monsters. They weren’t getting paid, as the lord took all the macula plants, so they ended up relying on the hunter’s guild.

Most of the villagers and soldiers were tired so it was up to us to temporary cleanse the area. As Saori would say, “It’s money” so our party took out bags of macula plant seeds and planted them in the ground to harvest their fully grown versions, all while we were still stuck talking with the chief and captains.

I mean, why not?

“… Ahem, the ruins are a bit north from here. They are quite close to Belzac Forest, but a canyon divides us from it. Most of the sightings of rank D monsters came from the vicinity of the ruins, but they weren’t too feral, so we thought reinforcing the village’s garrison was enough,” Captain Zik answered. “Although it isn’t certain, we believe our problems began when monsters began appearing around there. That’s when we received reports that the macula plants planted by the villagers began to grow at a faster rate.”

“You still plant the seeds, even in winter?” Saori asked.

Instead of the captain, the chief responded, “Yes, as we are practically at the frontier, the villagers know the importance of controlling the mana in the ground. Although we cannot farm, we still make sure the mana leaking from the Belzac forest doesn’t cause sudden monster spawning. Lord Baron Teullon promised us we could earn winter rations if we delivered the macula water to him.”

“And where is Lord Baron Teullon now?” I was the one to ask.

Ellaine already taught me that commoners address nobles with “lord” and then their noble ranks. There was no need to complicate my relationship with the village chief and the captains, right now. For now, I was just a normal adventurer.

The captain raised a brow, probably due to my rather commanding tone. Regardless, he ignored my rudeness and answered, “He, like most nobles, has traveled to the capital and is staying there at his winter residence with his family. Although he wasn’t present when we first commissioned the Quest, our lord probably only knows whatever our seneschal has told him through letters.”

He probably went to the capital for the “God Thanking Festival,” so the monster sightings must have been happening for at least a month. Yesterday was the 25th, so I was ten months old now, so it was possible these problems may have been happening for two months. Melia didn’t exactly specify when the Quest was commissioned.

We thanked the chief and captain for their time and told them we would be heading for the ruins. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, so we still had a lot of time to investigate. After moving away from the vicinity of the village, Silva appeared before us.

“Lady Hestia, I saw you picking up one of those black slimes, yes? Please, hand it over to me!” Elves belonged in the woods. Like an expert, Silva continuously observed us from afar while staying hidden from the soldiers’ detection.

I handed her the slime, which was still inside the air shield, and she bit her lips. “This … This is an onnikai. No, the fae is surrounding itself in this black goo to protect itself. I can hear it mumbling, ‘Go away, monster, monster. Give me mana.’”

Her usually rosy face turned pale as she stared at it. It was a look of horror.

Saori turned to Tasianna. “You couldn’t hear it?”

“I may be a faefolk, Miss Saori, but that doesn’t give me the ability to speak with another fae. Can a wolfkin speak with other wolves? I can detect them, though, like the spirits on Lady Hestia’s tail or back. However, I’ve never seen an onnikai before, so I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

She told yesterday how she knew faefolk have been following us, outside and in town, but never mentioned them. They were practically harmless, after all, especially spirits since they couldn’t do anything weird. None of us could have expected Silva, a faemancer, to meet us.

“I-I can’t speak with them. They don’t want to speak with me,” Silva said, trembling. “Even as a faemancer, lesser faefolk are extremely whimsical. Some are cooperative, some are neutral, and some can be quite a pain. This one, though, looks like it would attack me if we were to release it. It’s antagonistic, hostile to everything.”

I grimaced about learning more about lesser faefolk. Just the thought of mischievous little things trying to attack me gave me a headache.

“As you said, these onnikais can possess corpses,” Saori stated, remembering our discussion yesterday.

“That’s true, but this is different. This isn’t how an onnikai controls bodies, they never make this ‘slime’ or ‘ooze.’ In addition, I saw those loopriszars! They were too agile, as if they were still alive. Onnikais control bodies like a necromancer does, and that means like a puppeteer with the bodies moving very rigidly.”

Silva then stood up and imitated the stumbling of an undead human, pointing out how due to rigor mortis—well, how she described it in Common—every corpse should move slower. Thos rabbit monsters could jump, pounce, and attack without any problems as if something was done to their bodies.

She then compared this to how a necromancers and onnikais usually control corpses with their intangible mana. Her face darkened even further when I described how this black slime was covering the undead’s entire body and was supplying mana throughout its body like a blood vessel. In addition, any hanging or loose body body was kept on the body by the slime.

“… This is unusual, then. Necromancers can heal undead bodies with spells, but onnikais cannot do that; lesser faefolk are, pardon me, very simple beings. They cannot heal the corpse or keep it intact; it will eventually rot away and they would have to find a new vessel.” Silva held onto her amulet of Zephira, giving a small prayer in front of the onnikai. “That slime is the answer to our questions. If I could investigate the bodies, I could give a more satisfying answer, but I saw the oozes remove themselves from the bodies. I believe they were scared of you, Lady Hestia. I think this little one here is scared of your white flames’ holy element.”

She’s astute. She noticed my white flames immediately.

“The Quest’s main enemies will be onnikai, then,” Saori stated, using what we learned to confirm it. “Miss Silva, can we rely on your help? I believe the help of an expert is now paramount.”

“Of course! This is my duty and I will aid you as much as possible. Please, let me give this poor fae its well-earned rest …”

She released Igniculus from his cage and asked me to dispel the air shield. Once it was gone, the light elemental rotated around the black slime, preventing it from moving. Meanwhile, Silva shook her wooden staff and chanted something in Andurenian like it was a ritual. Mana began to channel in the bright orb on top of it, the catalyst, and once she was done, she lightly tapped the black slime.

The energy spread through the slime, removing it until a small black mist-like creature was revealed. It convulsed for a moment before it turned to white and disappeared.

Even dead faefolk deserve rest. This probably was it.

“…‘Thank you. Please, free the others,’ it said. By my faith in the Wind Mother, I swear to you that I will free everybody. Sister Tasianna, it also has a message for you,” Silva looked at her and repeated the words of the fae. “‘Don’t let anger consume you,’ it said.”

A single tear fell from Tasianna’s eyes. She trembled for a second and recovered herself with a deep breath. “Lady Hestia. Miss Saori. Please, I beg you. Please, help me free them.”

“Naturally.”

“Of course, you don’t even need to ask!”

Our party had no complaints.

With everybody committed to the course, we traveled to the ruins, cutting down any monster foolish enough to approach us. We didn’t earn any levels from them, despite how numerous they were, but they were plentiful in meat. Aside from the reward money, this Quest has been a jackpot for our rations.

We eventually arrived at the ruins. To Saori’s disappointment, the ruins were pretty simple with only a few broken buildings that were now covered in moss and other plants. At the far end of the ruins stood an entrance to a staircase leading underground. A chill ran down my spine as we approached it.

“Okay, one last check on our resources. Lady Hestia, please bring out our potions.” In an effort to prepare ourselves properly, Saori bought some potions for us to use. From what I heard, the health potions weren’t too pricey but the mana potions were quite expensive.

For 100 Davi, we could buy one minor health potion, while 1500 Davi would get us a minor mana potion. Naturally, as we were three mages, our party needed mana potions. I was also a healer, so health potions weren’t our priority. However, Saori still bought a cautious amount due to my weakness. I couldn’t properly use all my powers while underground.

The biggest advantage of being a sunfang dragon was my ability to regenerate my health, mana, and stamina at an insane rate while the sun was shining on me. My solar core could transform solar energy into nutrients, meaning I was practically an immovable tank and resourceless mage. It was certainly overpowered.

However, it was also a double-edged sword. Sunfang dragons became hungry quickly, and there was also the fact how my scale-dusts and [Corrosive Fire] required body nutrients to be used. I could literally burn through all my calories if I wasn’t careful, especially if I went underground.

I was still strong even considering these problems, but I wasn’t overpowered anymore. I was a conditional powerhouse. I also had to be careful to not use too many explosions, otherwise, I might cause a cave-in.

“Too bad this isn’t a dungeon.” Silva sighed a bit when I mentioned how I was primarily a fire mage to her. “Fire feeds on the air, but a dungeon regulates it for you. A normal ruin, though? You might suffocate us.”

I agreed, but also found it interesting how dungeons worked. I wouldn’t have to be afraid about using it when we visited the Cedaraille dungeon in the future.

Still, for now, it was another reason for me to hate caves. Thankfully, I still had my holy spells. With the addition of multiplier skills like [Venerated Saintess] and [Idol], my amulet of Aurena that possesses [Holy Amp], my holy spells were actually on-par with my fire attacks now. My [Solar Core] unique skill also strengthened my holy spells but only if the sun was shining on me or my sun core was at 100% solar energy.

I was also confident in my terra, storm, and lightning spells, so I should be able to contribute a lot. For that reason, Saori brought mana potions.

“I bought five minor mana potions and two moderate health potions, just in case. The mana potions will not regenerate a lot, but it would be sufficient in an emergency. Tasianna, you take three. Lady Hestia and I will take one mana and health potion each,” Saori concluded.

As a fairy, Tasianna’s mana was her “Health Bar.” Her need for mana potions was more important. I wanted to question why Saori bought moderate health potions, which cost 2500 Davi each, but I stayed silent. I spent enough time with her to know how finicky she was with money. Regardless, her cautiousness for our safety overpowered it. She was simply concerned for us, even if it meant spending a large amount of money.

To be more specific, we had 20,067 Davi before the potions. Now, we had 7567. I hated to admit this but, on Earth, I had my Papa’s credit card to pay for most of my expenses, so I never concerned myself with money. Now, looking at our low funds was making me nervous.

“I have two minor health potions and four minor mana potions, in addition to a minor agility tonic,” Silva answered.

We nodded to each other and composed ourselves. Silva let Igniculus out of his cage once again and began guiding us as we descended into the abyss of this ruin. The tiny light elemental was our only light source. Whatever lay beneath all these problems, I sure hope it wouldn’t be too problematic.