Chapter 5: Chapter 5 – A Dress with Pockets!

In Lord Sinwen’s study.

Lord Sinwen’s tired sigh filled the room. His gaze wandered to the mountain of papers on his desk. Then, to the stack of papers that continued on the floor. I miss just being a warrior, travelling, fighting… exploring. A muted sigh left his mouth.

“Only a few left, dear.” Eli smiled. She sat to the side, helping to flick through the files.

“A few, huh?”

"I still can't believe Goddess Iara didn't give Astrid another class. Magic swordsman... it has been passed on for our entire bloodline. What do you think?" Eli said.

"If it's what Goddess Iara has chosen, then who am I to argue?" Lord Sinwen gripped his pen harder than usual as it creaked under the pressure.

A chap on the room’s door removed Lord Sinwen’s tired expression from his face. He straightened his back. “Come in.” His voice droned forward.

“My Lord.” A voice spoken with reverence was uttered, the man deeply bowed with his hand on his chest. He was wearing a military uniform. Grey bomber jacket with slim pants, tucked into a pair of high laced-up boots. A badge was sewn neatly to his chest, it was placed at his heart. It was an enormous ship with a pair of wings. The Humanity Corps. The long-standing military force on the ship.

“At ease.” Lord Sinwen said. “What’s the report?”

The man stood straight. “Astrid has already completed the last part of her training; survival. After the event within the Underbelly, she has taught herself exceptional spatial awareness. Her magic training is progressing at lightning speeds. She wakes up at dawn and continues until midnight, with the will and determination that’s rare to be seen. She is ready to take the exam.”

“She’s worked hard.” Eli said as she crumpled the page’s corners with her tightened fingers.

A smidge of a smile tugged at Lord Sinwen’s lips.

“But there’s something else, my lord.” The soldier said.

“Go on.” Lord Sinwen nodded.

“As you are aware, we fought back the Spawn and locked them back within the Underbelly of the ship two weeks ago.” The man continued. “But they are showing a renewed burst of strength. Filtering through the cracks, another section of the Lower District has undergone assaults. My lord, we can't wait any longer. We require the help of your troops. We need your support.”

“Then you have it. Let the elders know I am ready to move.”

“Of course, esteemed Spearhead.” The soldier bowed and left the room with haste.

Lord Sinwen turned to look at his wife. “Astrid will take part in the mission. I have a team of people I trust to be in her team.”

“This day was always going to come…” Eli said, craning her neck to the view outside. “The ocean has regained its calm waves, but now a great monster lurks within.” Eli clenched her hand, skin taught over knuckles. “In this world, she needs to gain the power to protect herself. We won't be here forever… I agree.”

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Lord Sinwen grimly nodded. “Survival of the fittest. Fight, Bleed, and Die.”

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A rock hurtled towards Astrid’s face. It was the biggest one so far. Instead of a rock, she was pretty sure it could be considered a boulder. It would have been easier to tell if she wasn’t blindfolded.

She immediately picked up the connection with the solid matter of rock. Her mind latched onto it, an intense heaviness tugged at her mind. As if she was sinking into a bottomless pit of water. The closer the rock inched to her face, the denser and deeper the water became.

Her brain was screaming at her, but she continued on. Despite the warnings. The approaching rock trembled… then stopped. The cold, solid object kissed her nose.

A wet trickle slid down the side of her face–wiping it away–she unwrapped the blindfold.

“You did it!” Leena clapped, she was filled with exuberance as she jumped up and down on the spot.

“Of course I did.” Astrid smiled, taking a breath as the rock floated around her like the earth orbiting the sun. Then, she twitched her eye as the rock was swiftly pushed through the air and slammed into the nearby wall. Damn, I still move my eyes when moving something so heavy. I need to get to a point where I can move things with no movement. Then, my enemies would never expect a thing. Her bottom crashed down onto the hardened sand for a rest.

Leena rushed over, placing a blanket and basket down that was laying at the side. Astrid opened up the basket as the smell of freshly cooked bakery goods entered her nostrils. Mother’s home baked pastry... Fervently shoving her hand in the basket, she pulled out a perfect golden shell. Astrid groaned as she bit into the flaky meal. It was filled with juicy beef and a smattering of vegetables, seasoned to the standards of a top chef. She peeked at Leena as she was practically slobbering.

“Have one. I can’t eat them all.” Astrid took another bite. Despite the words, her stomach pained at the thought of a pastry being taken.

“Th-thank you, my lady!” Leena took hold of a hot pastry and took a bite. Her cheeks turned red with delight.

“It comes out of your paycheck.” Astrid added.

Leena coughed, her hands covered her mouth, trying to keep the pastry from leaving her mouth.

Astrid peered at her System screen. She had gained one new skill and leveled up Psychokinesis and Mind Barrier once. The greatest change, however, was being able to sense and connect to incoming projectiles, diverting them away before they could strike her. The Skills gave her the knowledge, but it was up to her to gain an understanding of practical use and enhance it. Astrid remembered the thudding pain from the arrow as it made her train even harder.

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