Jennifer Davis
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Sylvester didn't speak much and simply pointed them in a direction. "What if the town's wells are connected with this pit?" That was all he needed to say for the faces of these men to turn pale. A few priests with weak hearts even puked right there, imagining that they drank the water mixed with feces—for years! The Archpriest jumped into the stagecoach in a hurry. "Move! We need to return immediately. How can they be connected? They are so far away." "Rivers traverse through the mountains and many…
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A few hours ago, when Sylvester decided to roam around the town's market, he had a chat with Miraj. He waited for the perfect opportunity until Sir Dolorem was out of earshot. "Chonky, do you trust me?" "With all my lives." the cat nodded vigorously. "Good. I may have free will, but there are many eyes on me. So I doubt I can always act in any way against the Church's principles. But, they do a few things I do not condone, so I will need your help doing a few things, starting with that elven woman. I…
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Sir Dolorem cleared Sylvester's doubts as the man spat on the ground in utter disgust. This was the first time he saw the man showing such an unpleasant face. "Ugh… What's a filthy elf doing here?" Sylvester glanced at the man's face in disgust as well. But he accepted the reality of the situation. In fact, it all made sense to him. 'It seems God didn't make this world equal for all either.' "Why is she jailed?" he asked in false innocence. "She's a heathen from the foul lands of the east. They…
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Sylvester had nothing to do but train himself and pass his time with the cat in the coming weeks and months. He also went with Xavia to her classes now and then to see if they were teaching anything new. But other than the healing magic classes, everything else was useless. Even with Sir Dolorem, Sylvester could not learn anything other than fire and wind magic. The knight suggested that he focus more on light magic as he had monstrous talent in it. Sylvester did just that, and he trained every single…
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Woosh!—the orb expanded at the speed of light and soaked everything in the room in a blinding flash. It was warm and rejuvenating, as if the grace of Solis itself had brushed upon the lands. Sir Dolorem could not see anything in that light. But worrying for Sylvester's safety, he pushed himself forward. Then surprisingly, he felt the light pushing him away. It was not too strong but enough to make him exert himself. Meanwhile, Miraj was simply rolling on the floor, screaming, "My eyes! My eyes!" The…
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Months passed, and life became much easier with a sentient cat. Especially because Sylvester didn't have to worry about things kept at a height, whether food or books. Miraj was remarkably gullible and so easy to please. He turned from a stranger to Sylvester's first cultist within a few months. But it could have been Miraj's isolation. He probably wished to be by Sylvester's side as only the latter could see and communicate with him. Meanwhile, Sylvester would increase the number of words he would speak…
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'I-It spoke?' Sylvester was shocked as the cat talked warmly in a young male's voice. At the same time, he smelled a tingling sweet aroma of boiling caramel. "Little human kitten, fear me not. I shall feed you and care for you like my own." The cat proceeded with another warm fluffy hug. His little sniffs tickled Sylvester around the neck. "..." "How can you speak?" Sylvester asked it directly since nobody else was around. The cat backed away and sat down. "Me? What about you? How can you speak, little…
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'J-John... P-Prom-ise... must live. I-I love you... for-eve-r…' "Aya!" Sylvester's eyes abruptly flared wide, and their golden pupil dilated. His body rose from the bed and tried to sit up as sweat trickled down his forehead. The nightmares of the days better forgotten had not left his side yet. And they often ended with feeling like he was falling into an endless abyss. "What happened, sweetie? Saw a nightmare?" Xavia noticed the sweat-covered temple. Taking a piece of silk cloth, she wiped it and…
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For a child merely three months old, to utter such complex words in rhymes was something that no one could shrug off. Additionally, Sylvester's hymns and magical strength had the Lord Inquisitor sold on the idea that he was the true God's Favoured. THUD!—The Inquisitor High Lord prostrated in front of him with his helmet touching Sylvester's feet. His voice still echoed throughout the open air and appeared to have a slight tint of shaking. "B-Blessed child, such wondrous miracles you grace us with. My…
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The horses trotted on the fine stone-paved road, and the carriage followed. The hooves made rackets, indicating to them the speed at which the carriage now moved. The road appeared much more bustling, and the fields on both sides were full of luscious crops, farmers, and grazing cows. The procession had left Green City, the capital of Gracia Kingdom. Yet, neither Sylvester nor Xavia looked any better. Their eyes had dark circles, the events that transpired last evening had provided them with enough…
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