Elizabeth Williams
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"Something wrong?" Zolast asked me even as he continued to lead his prayer session, using a spell to conceal his voice. "I feel uneasy. Something doesn't make sense with this trap, but I'm not sure what," I answered. "Any ideas?" "Nothing substantial," Zolast answered. "The information about the corrupted gods and their minions is highly restricted. Even as a previous church leader, I didn't learn anything more than some methods to cleanse their mana. I was also given a kill-on-sight order." "Gods don't…
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As the soldiers gathered behind me, following the silent orders delivered by Charisma, I examined the current situation. All but a few of the corrupted beasts had been slain until , and those that still drew breath were easily handled by the combined attacks of the soldiers. The weaker cultists continued to attack recklessly, but I used my Speed — disguising it as a Charge skill as we discussed with Zolast — to kill the majority of them before they could attack the soldiers, and the few that escaped,…
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While I dealt with the guild members, half of the Baron's army had already entered their flying carts. It didn't take long, barely a minute, but it had been enough for the Baron to realize what had been going on. Barely. "What are you doing, uncle!" he shouted as he watched half of his army get into the flying carts in a very stuffy manner. I could see that they were already past their carrying capacity, wobbling as they rose. However, even as he shouted, his hundred soldiers continued to fight…
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Watching the monsters spill down the hill was difficult with my instincts shouting at me to intervene. "Patience," I murmured as I watched the number of monsters spilling out, calmly counting them while I waited for the arrival to come to an end. The total number of monsters would determine my strategy. The battlefield was not a place for emotions. This was the time for cold calculation. As I watched the monsters spill out, I analyzed some important details. For example, they were not as big as Lord…
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I ran back to Zolast after dropping the team at Town Maell, doing my best to ignore my worries about the potential danger they were about to face. I had trained them and empowered them … and, if necessary, they had a team of guards they could mobilize — to assist their escape if nothing else. Hopefully, that would be enough. It had to be. Despite running as fast as I could, I was still quite a bit of distance away when a grand explosion filled the skies, one that was not inferior to the mana bomb…
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"You're right, it's a trap. A very dangerous one at that." Zolast confirmed, breaking the silence of the small warded hilltop. "Tell me," I said. Limenta was completely silent, observing us. He was smart enough to realize that, unless there was a very unexpected situation, he was there to watch and learn, not to contribute. I always appreciated such awareness, my second favorite attribute, only behind loyalty, and immediately followed by competency. I had seen many other bosses prioritizing competency…
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"How confident are you that it's an ambush?" Zolast asked after I finished explaining the situation. "Ninety percent," I answered. "There are too many variables that don't feel right. Why suddenly attack the trade caravan and wait out in the open for them to arrive? And then, there are the armored warriors in disguise." "And the military…" Zolast started, pausing a moment. "We can't expect a timely response because of the spies already integrated by the cultists. I can't believe they managed to…
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As I left the headquarters, both Karak and Mahruss were on the floor, doing their best to stay conscious. The training was harsh, but neither of them gave even the slightest hint of a complaint, allowing me to work with them intensely, stopping only when Zolast and the rest left the dungeon. Pity this time we weren't able to collect enough Experience for me to level up. By the end of our training session, Karak was much better at splitting his attention between the immediate needs of his melee range and…
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"So, tell me, what the hell is Authority," I asked even as I poured the contents a huge sack into one of the crates, while Zolast cast a spell to maintain its condition. We were alone in a secret storage unit located under the outer town casino, built below the underground training room by Zolast, using material that the other classes prepared. It was a room that was only known to the two of us, including the tunnel that was owned by me under a fake name — shell companies were useful in magical planets…
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As we left Oniphia behind, I moved away from the caravan, enjoying the wind on my face. Since the encounter with the inept spy of the House Maell, there hadn't been any emergencies. No, that wasn't correct. There hadn't been any martial emergencies. On the other hand, there were many low-level emergencies to address, from supply problems to fights among the employees we used as guards, leaving me with no time to properly enjoy a moment of calm. It was ironic that a dangerous smuggling operation that…
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