Chapter 25: Self care and Knockout Fur

"That's very interesting", I let my thoughts be voiced while sitting in a chair in my room. Apparently, this "organization" is a group that recruits mercenaries. They can be recruited to do guard illegal cargo, paid to fight for the highest bidder in wars, or to clear dungeons. I've never heard of a dungeon besides those used to imprison people. I don't think she means that.

 Whatever the case may be, I told her I'll take them up on their offer. The reason being I can hone my stealth skill more and learn a the common sense of this world. She was pleased and told me she'd find someone to teach me a few essential skills. I have no idea what she means by that. Well perhaps she can't see the roster of skills I've gathered while in that forest.

With that perhaps I can continue my tests in the forest. I mean if that agent is still around so what? She said he ran in fear after what I did there. He wouldn't be very much of a threat. 

My thoughts are interrupted by a big yawn. Im sleepy again even though I haven't been up for more than three hours yet. I think I'll just chalk that up to my physical age. This body is still young after all. Now that I think about it, I've been pushing my body like I would an adult one. I decide to take a better look at my skin. Although it still smooth there are some slightly viable scars from fighting monsters in the forest for those five years. I think I'll take it easier for awhile. That means staying away from that troublesome adventurers' guild. To be honest, I'm not even sad about that. That fucking guild master especially! He wanted me to kill or seriously injure a dude just to prove a point!

I scowl at the thought. I decide to get up from the bed while taking off my cloak. Only then do I notice the pulses on my skin are starting to pulse rapidly. 

Abnormal Status: Strained Mana Links has been cured.

Odd. I thought that was a time related issue.

A greater spirit expanded your mana links. It is not recommended to gain any more power.

Greater spirit? The fuck?! Was a ghost touching me all over and that's why I was glowing red?

Greater Spirits lend a hand to those they have taken a liking to.

So the spirit was perverted then?

Yes.

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I'm going to bed.

I don't wake up until a full day later. I was only woken up by the innkeeper knocking on the door.

"Ms. Karla? Are you all right?", oh she's using my alias still? How kind!

"Mmm. I'm good I think", I answer groggily.

"I made you breakfast. Since you updated your membership yesterday", as if on cue a loud growl escapes my stomach. Another thing I've been neglecting.

"I'll take it you are hungry yes? If so may I come in? I have a tray for you", breakfast in bed....it's been ages....

"Y-yes", I can't hide my excitement.

"Allr-", she stares at me blankly. I don't have my cloak on, but I do got my pajamas on. I made them from a demon sheep I killed or at least that's what I called it.

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask genuinely confused about what's got her attention. Her face is bright red. 

"Too cute...", Eh?

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"What's cute?" I ask tilting my head. She looks offended.

"You're holding your tail like that and your asking me that?" Oh yeah I do have a habit of doing that huh?

"Do you do that every time you sleep?", I nod. I put my tail back and sit up.

"No..", she shakes her head.

"Why do you hide such a beautiful tail? It's such a waste", That's precisely why I hide it. My eyes only. My stomach growls again.

"Can I have my food now?" She pauses at this then asks me something while turning her face away.

"Can I touch it?" Hehe. Let's have some fun.

"Sorry what? I didn't hear you?" I can see her cheeks flush red up to the ears of hers. Now that's cute. 

"Can I touch your tail?" Louder this time and with some more confidence. Hehe. I've had my fun.

"Sure", I say.

"R-really?" She asks while I sit up and stretch out my arms.

"Sure, but if you're gonna touch em you gotta brush them afterwards", Saying that, I pull out a brush. She hurriedly closes the door and sets down the tray on the table in the middle of the room. Eager are we? Hehe.

She sits down beside me. I move my tail onto her lap. While using my magic to float the tray over to me. I also hand her the brush while doing so. She touches it and her hands are cold. I channel some fire magic to warm up my tail. 

"It's so warm...", That face. Reminds me of kid getting a piece of candy. 

I eat while she feels up my tail. It's quite relaxing actually. She then begins to brush it. It feels so nice when someone else does it. I unintentionally let myself purr. At this, she does it slower which sends a wave a euphoria up my spine. It goes on for awhile until she stops unexpectedly. I look back from eating only to find her knocked out with blood dripping from her nose.

"Oh, guess it was too much for her", saying that, I turn back to my food.

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