Chapter 153: Softer than expected

Chapter 153: Softer than expected

The black lace glove had replaced the usual long white glove from the first trials set. It looked like a regular black lace glove, the kind noble ladies in mourning would wear.

[Inquisitors apology] : Wearing this direct link to the Inquisitor will collapse conceptual probabilities. Cannot be damaged. Soul-bound.

I have no idea what this means. Can I get some help?

[Inquisitors apology] : Never take it off if possible. Cannot be damaged. Soul-bound.

Alright then

...

Somethings very wrong with this whole situation.

Sofia stood up from the bed; she looked out the window. It was a sunny day in Hooasow, and people were busy walking the streets. As normal as could be.

Theres a logical explanation for all this. But I get blocked in my reflection somehow. Almost as if The system was censoring me.

Sofia turned around, her blonde hair flying behind her, and she aimed her sight at the sleeping Apostle of.

Apostle of?

Oh.

Thats a problem. Why is this getting censored out of all things? Its something I know. Ive seen it. I know I did. I saw it.

I see it.

A line of text was imprinted in bold letters in Sofias memory.

You have murdered [Evranarheimlein - Daughter of Curse lv. 299]

But how exactly? She looks very alive. She had to check her murder history to be sure. The line wasnt there.

Daughter of- Sofia acutely felt her mind go blank before she could think the last word.

This is getting ridiculous! I can see the goddamn word in my memory! Im not going down without a fight. Is this a joke?!

Sofia madly scrolled up her system logs. Ah! I fucking found it! What are you going to do about it?!

Uh, maybe I shouldnt yell while at the inn.

[Ossifying ward]: A curse ward. Creates a cursed zone in which flesh turns to stone.

Cannot be canceled once activated. The larger the ward, the weaker the effect. Lasts 30 minutes.

Mana cost : 10 000 Complexity : Very High

Sofia got up from the bed once again. She checked up on the Avian demon. Seeing if she could wake her up, she lightly shook her shoulder.

The demon was startled and jump-scarred on the chair,

Ab- Ah! Abab! Ahhh! Wha- Whu, oh You woke up! she rejoiced with as radiant a smile as her demonic face could express.

'I' woke up? Wait, she speaks the common language?

I should be the one saying that. The system taught you the language?

Yes! she affirmed, regaining her composure on the chair. Having said that, she stood up. She was a bit smaller than Sofia. Before Sofia could react, she held her in her arms in a tight hug. Her leathery skin was soft and warm. She held Sofia strongly enough that she couldnt move but not so much that it hurt her.

Pareth moved to protect Sofia, his weapon and armor appearing on him, but she held him back with a hand sign. The demon was crying. No, the woman was crying. Her face planted on Sofias shoulder, and between two sobs, one could hear her sweet, shaky voice, Thank you so much,; Thank you,; Thank you

Sofia could hardly move, but she managed to shift her arm to pat the Avians back. Its fine. Its over now. Welcome back to the free world. You dont have to say anything. Ill help you set your life back up if you want.

It took a while before the Avian calmed down. As Sofia knew, her Apostle name was Evranarheimlein, but her original name was Zerei. She was apparently the most talented Runecrafter of her generation. It had been hard to get details out of her. The memories were painful, but she had volunteered to explain even when Sofia insisted that it was unnecessary.

Disaster had struck the Avians. No matter what, Zerei refused to say what disaster, which pushed their tribe to hide underground. However, the calamity loomed over their heads, and it became utterly unrealistic to survive for long. The tribe debated for weeks, but in the end, they decided to go for the ultimate sacrifice. They knew the curse Apostle ritual.

In a bid to preserve their knowledge, they decided to give up their lives to the ritual so that at least one of them had a chance to make it out. They had chosen Zerei. She was against it, but they left her no choice. Her, a young level 250 Runecrafter, had no power to oppose the decision of the tribe leaders. They shackled her to the altar.

The trap around the altar was to dissuade anyone from trying to reverse the process. If all went as it should, she would turn Apostle. After that, the tribe leaders, protected by a temporary charm, would free her from the shackles and the trap before they, too, fell to the aftereffects of the ritual and became stone.

But they were not protected by their charm.

Everyone but Zerei turned to stone. She was left alone, shackled in the buried Cathedral.

After that, they also talked about how Zereis patron Recessed was somehow censored, which she seemed unconcerned about, but also led to her sharing her basic status.

Name : Zerei Evranarheimlein Kralan

Age : 2122

Class : [Daughter of ]

Level : 299



Health : 358 560 / 358 560

Stamina : 358 560 / 358 560

Mana : 358 560 / 358 560

Her stats are worse than I thought.