Chapter 4: Ch-4 A weird wish?

The draught of life was a vastly sought-after elixir as it carried many hidden effects, this elixir was made known at the end of Act-1 in the game and the requirement to obtain this elixir was the contrast of what players assumed it would be.

From Hans's post I walk down to the Great hall and from there I head out of the mansion to practise my swordsmanship.

This estate was built on the edge of the spesmian mountain range, due to which half of the earth remained infertile in scarcity of moisture.

The rear of the estate was covered with marshlands which was the opening of a red-class dungeon. 

The red-class dungeon existed the lowest-level dungeon dug in the record of the Kingdom of Astia and Siegfred Barony was bestowed this land by the monarch before the aged baron settled on to participate in the overthrowing group.

Even though Siegfred barony had never birthed any kind of a considerable amount of soldiers but still somehow the old boot efficiently managed to attain the title of a baron.

Departing through an extensive grassland, I amble up to the training land where wooden dolls were positioned in an orderly manner to assist in training the combatants.

'What type of weird exercise could they get from these dummies?' I thought, as from reading some fiction, I had a rough concept of how beginner-level soldiers in the iskai world honed their talents on these mobilized items but in fact, wasn't it identical to asking for your own demise?

As these dummies would certainly provide soldiers with some enthusiasm while training but when a genuine battle or raid on dungeons occurred would they be competent enough to face oddities who have strength or dexterity on par with them?

"All these things need to be transformed?" I mumbled, picking up the sword from the dirt.

The warriors of seigfred barony didn't have any fundamental sword mannerisms embodied in their hearts so how could they enter the rank of great warriors of the empire?

Haaa…

With a loud cry, I swung the sword at the neck of the dummy, changing the course of my physique around some degrees thoroughly and the following outcome was something which I had anticipated from the beginning.

Thud.

The dummy's skull was balling down on the floor, though I didn't utilize the technique nonetheless the slashed portion stood precisely.

clap.

clap.

I bent down to pick up the wooden skull to see if it could be rectified or not, as you know monetary situations, but the following juncture I heard someone clapping, at which I instantly veered around to find the curvaceous red-haired beauty gaping at me with a hungry look.

"Raphtalia, it seems your Assassin talents have risen again tremendously, I couldn't even sense your existence until you applauded." I said with a smile, though the chances of that smile seeming to be lewd were relatively high as the lady had an outstanding preference in attire. 

For instance, she had worn merely silver laced armour on her upper body from which her mountain-sized bosom was attempting to dart out from all areas but the bottom part was somewhat normal which made it more invisible from sight.

"Raphtalia, I must say You've obtained a unique preference in apparel." I complimented her as she deserved it.

"It's my obligation to wear this sort of attire, Master Lucian," Raphtalia answered with a heartwarming smile.

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'Did I hear something wrong or she actually said that it's her obligation?' I presumed, perhaps my mind was attempting to play tricks on me.

"Why so?" I asked to substantiate.

"Because it was the Mistress's wish." she answered, bluntly.

"Mother's?" I asked in puzzlement as my mother, who had barely to no existence in the game, what kinda bizarre desire she had, that Raphtalia is wearing this cosmic attire.

"Yes, when she brought us here from the dumps of an outback town, she provided us sumptuous feasts and taught us assassination talents, we were in her debt because of her kindness." She responded.

'Ah, here comes the cliche troupe.' I assumed, sarcastically.

"But strangely, all she wished for us to accomplish was to make companionship with young master Lucian and shield you from any harm." She finished off the backstory quite harshly.

'Eh? Why is there no lemon entangled in it?' I felt as if the backstory wasn't up to what I had visualized.

"Thank you Raphtalia, then why don't you demonstrate to this companion of yours how greatly you have advanced with the way of the sword." I let out, as she looked down after remembering about the late baroness.

 

"But what if I wound you, master?" She said, worriedly.

"Oh, it looks like you're quite confident, then how about we make a bargain?" I asked, thrusting my sword toward her without offering her any opportunity to retaliate.

But that's what I looked to assume as Raphtalia efficiently deflected the sword after pushing sideways.

"Master Lucian, this is not how you commence a proper duel, but now that we are bringing in a deal, how about this, the losing side granting the winner a wish?" She let out, while her eyes twinkled in a weird glow.

'HoH, this is going to be quite troubling now.' I felt as if the sight unfolding in the veneer of me was quite arousing, the silver-laced armour worn by Raphtalia was creating eliciting noises while dancing on her milky white skin.

Clang.

Clang.

Both our swords clashed producing loud metallic cries, the technique utilized by Raphtalia was entirely remarkable as it was more founded on dexterity, she used her unusual activity momentum to retaliate and deflect my advances.

'It seems I can't defeat her without using this skill at the moment.' I believed while the duel proceeded with my cognition considering my body furthermore increased but likewise it gave me a feeling.

The sense of the hole in our power was extensive at the moment. Raphtalia was an Lv³ assassin so oppressing her by pristine physical capacity was unattainable as she was additionally more vigorous than me in that aspect.

Some choices would've occurred right now advising me to select one of their organized alternatives if it was still a game. 

'But presently I am the Creator of my own choices.' I believed as I rushed toward Raphtalia with an objective in mind.

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