Chapter 44: Markuss plight (1/2)
”Don't you feel like if there is something wrong in the air?” Walking beside the silent girl, Markus's lips twitched yet again when the girl didn't change her ways and ignored his inquiry again.
”Eh, women…” Shaking his head with a slight annoyance at the situation, Markus decided to give up on the topic. For like seventh time today.
This lack of something was bugging him beyond any reason. As if the air he was breathing in had one less element in it that didn't affect one's ability to breathe, but just made it… a different kind of experience to what the saint was used to.
At this point, Markus could only regret the choices he made in the past. As rational and necessary as they were in the time of making them, the saint often came to regret them later on.
Being a jack of all trades that he was, he couldn't really use much of high-end spells or tricks. His magic, when compared to geniuses like Layn or others of his scale, was worth nothing. His innate regeneration was nothing when compared to Otto, the former tank of the hero party. His deadliness far worse than that of a hero herself.
No matter how many times Markus attempted to change the way he thought about himself, he would only end up in even greater despair, once again convincing himself that there was no turning back from his shitty situation anymore.
And now, another reason appeared for the saint to hate his situation. Unable to pinpoint the reason behind this strange feeling, he could only blame his diverse yet not specialised abilities, once again putting another dent on not only his pride as a man but his trust in his own capabilities as well.
”Stop thinking about it. It will help.” From the length of Yelna's sentences, Markus could tell that she was actually genuinely worried about him. With all the flaws that this woman of his had to her name when it came to the relationship between the two of them, she would suddenly turn observant and attentive, as if she was aware of her flaws and was doing her best to compensate for them.
”I can't. Trust me, I tried.” As much as he hated the drawbacks of his set of abilities, Markus wasn't as set on self-pity as to not notice their upsides. Given how the two of them continued to walk for over two days and nights straight, it was only thanks to how he had to practice his physical body as well that he didn't collapse due to Yelna's deadly marching pace.
But even with this, the apparent lack of something still continued to linger atop Markus's thoughts, no matter how hard he attempted to get rid of it.
Maybe it was the exhaustion from the extensive journey.