"Excusez-moi. From your reactions. It would seem this particular divine skill is not looked upon fondly."
"Mind explaining why ?" Zorat voiced in a tone glazed in honey and endless sweetness. Calming yet compulsively attractive, while keeping his lustrous deep pupils that twinkled like the stars of midnight, on Saintess Sylvara's golden ones, and maintaining the most addictive smile.
"Of course... d..dear honored hero." Saintess Sylvara stammered, smiling brightly with a light blush.
'What ?'
'Why am I smiling ?'
"There are actually eleven divine skills. But unfortunately the eleventh is the weakest and considered redundant since a carefully made storage pouch can serve a similar function to the eleventh divine skill."
"Most importantly. It has zero combat utility in the battle against the demon king and his agents"
"It's rarely seen. And has not appeared in the last one hundred years."
'Why am I even explaining this to him ?'
'What's with those eyes ?'
True to her scattered thoughts, the king and the rest of the royal court were also wondering the same thing.
Why was Saintless Sylvara taking her time to explain matters to that trash. And with a bright smile nonetheless.
She should be pissed off like the rest of them. This young man had just wasted one of their precious hero spots.
But they weren't staring into those eyes like Saintess Sylvara was. Those beautifully comforting eyes.
Those eyes she felt she could completely submit to and trust fully. Throwing aside these endless bureaucratic tapes that came with being a Saintess.
This burden she's been forced to endure since she was a little girl. Her deepest desires creeped to the surface. She wanted to confide in this scrawny looking young man completely.
"Allow me to explain more, dear hero.."
'what ?'
'Sylvara. What are you doing ?. Get yourself together.'
"The reason we are all reacting this way is because a kingdom that produces an item box hero, is considered to have fallen behind the rest in the run for…."
The Saintess suddenly stopped, abruptly cutting her gaze away from Zorat's. Her heart was pounding fast, and the royal court was already standing on edge, and even the king was about to intervene.
'wait. What the hell was I saying ?'
'Why was I about to give out such a secret ? '
"In the run for what ?. Sylvara." Zorat probed further. His voice silky smoothe, with canines protruding slightly in a devilishly seductive smile.
"Ahem. That's it for the awakening….honored hero. Please return to your group."
Oh ?.
She's resisting my allure.
A strong one.
What fun. Hehehe.
Zorat had already gotten all the information he needed as to why these people were acting so weirdly.
He wasn't bothered by the divine skill. Zorat has already concocted a plan that could potentially unravel the entire foundation of their carefully balanced power structure. So, they could keep their secrets. For now.
He placed both hands in his pockets. Turned. And joined the rest of his classmates.
Saintess Sylvara had struggled a lot when she forcefully broke eye contact with Zorat. She felt her mental defences were almost completely undone.
She couldn't explain what had just transpired, and the rest of the royal court shared the same looks of bewilderment. But they soon justified it as the Saintess showing kindness to trash. After all, the Saintess is the mouthpiece of the goddess Arleria. She's infallible.
The Saintess turned around, and started heading back towards the large double doors. Her curvaceous body swaying in tandem with her silver dress, and bouncing golden hair, while her shoes rang with clicks on the marble floors. she was flustered, and she didn't understand what these weird feelings were. She couldn't remain there any longer.
The royal court was again surprised by such an abrupt departure, but they surmised she must be disappointed like they all were at the final result of their kingdom's hero.
The students tried to piece together whatever information they could. And that was the obvious fact that Caleb had awakened as a trash hero.The ministers were not subtle in their whispers, and these students couldn't care less.
They were currently throbbing with newfound powers, and fresh divine skills, as they browsed through their status screens.
So what if one of them had awakened as a trash hero, as long as they weren't the ones who did, it was all good. They didn't even know the guy well. Most shared this thought process.
Well. Except for one person that is.
What's her problem ?
Zorat caught through the corner of his eyes that Ava had not removed her gaze from him since he arrived in this world.
He thought it was normal at first, just some caring classmate. But from his memories, the former Caleb wasn't that close with her.
And the look in those eyes. Why does it remind me so much of 'her'.
Zorat shook his head vigorously; as if doing that would throw out the dreadful image he was picturing. Still, Ava's gaze remained stuck to him, like a marksman taking aim.
And what's with him ?
Yes. There was another. Though this one was more calculated. More refined. Just side glances that sent a message Zorat was a master at deciphering.
Bloodlust ?
Hehehe
How refreshing.
Zorat smirked when he saw who was looking in his direction with such bloodlust, and when he used his gaze of desire on the person, he already had a grasp on why such bloodlust is directed at him.
But this person can be easily handled by Zorat when he's done playing with them. What troubled him more right now, was the grand vizier.
What was that ?
Zorat felt something.
The grand vizier. The one-moustached lord strategist, as he had heard the ministers of the royal court address him as, had just used something on Zorat, a skill maybe; to graze at the aura emanating from his soul.
Though the skill only caught the aura of Zorat's soul, it was enough to put him on alert.
And seeing the look of bewilderment on the grand vizier's face, that soon transformed into calculated machinations, with his single moustache gyrating intermittently.
Zorat was certain he had picked up on something.
Authority Of Mischief… Abyssal Gaze.
Zorat recited in his mind, invoking one of the unique functions of his authority, while keeping his attention on the lord strategist.
The lord strategist's information soon materialized before him, and Zorak smirked in understanding.
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{Name: Victor Malverin}
{Level: 75 }
{HP: 3625 / 3625 }
{MP: 380 / 380 }
{STR: 153 }
{DEF: 153 }
{SPD: 153 }
{Affinity: Earth}
{Skills: Stone Cannon (B) || Battle Strategy (C) || Embezzlement (A)}
{Special Skill: Eye Of Judgement (S) }
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That's a troublesome sounding name for a skill…
Hmm….
This can be a problem.
Lord strategist.....
You shouldn't have looked. Hehehe.