Chapter 126: Talk in the hideout (1/2)
”That's...” Yelna clearly didn't know what to say in response to Markus' words. Not only was he a member of the hero party, a proclaimed saint, but also one of the very few mages that could stand toe to toe to the likes of Layn.
Obviously, Layn couldn't be used in comparisons like that so easily. Even if he could be taken as aim for many new and growing mages in everyday life, the same couldn't be said about the situations when he was agitated.
The recent disaster that almost eradicated all the life in this green desert serving as a good example.
”Don't worry. I think I already have a clue how that could happen,” Markus sighed when noticing the distraught look on Yelna's face. But rather than answering right away, he moved his eyes on suspiciously silent and motionless Al.
”Is everything okay, sir?” Markus asked, easily allowing the word of respect to flow out of his mouth. Even if both he and Yelna were stronger than the man, that didn't make Al any less entitled to respect his descendants.
After all, even if they were stronger, their civilization would never look the way it did without this man. Thus, the achievements of this man were what allowed both Markus and Yelna to grow as strong as they were right now.
”You guys are aware that all of them are celestials?” Al asked in a silent, slightly repulsed tone. It appeared that even speaking out that name made him angry, not to speak about interacting with those people in the first place.
”Yeah?” Markus replied, leaning his head to the side in confusion. ”But are you aware of the fact that they are likely to be born centuries if not ages before your tribe even formed?” he asked, refusing to move his eyes away.
”Even if that's true...” Al started, only to turn silent after just a few words. 'Even if he is right, that doesn't make it any easier to cope with it!' the leader of the Gener clan thought before shaking his head. ”I know what you are worried about, but you don't need to,” Al sighed.
”For as long as they won't raise their weapons against me, I won't be of any danger for them either,” he claimed before turning his head around and resting his back on the bricked wall of the dorm.
It would be a lie to claim that his position was comfortable. The constant shaking caused by the hordes of monsters moving over the building already threatened to expose this place. In such a situation, any attempts at changing one's position had to be done insanely slowly just to avoid affecting the stability of the structure.
”Good,” Markus smiled before finally moving his eyes back on Yelna. ”Now, we can discuss how this girl could become so strong in such a short period of time.” Markus smiled as he cast a quick glance at the sleeping girl.
”The truth is pretty simple. They,” Markus swept his hand as if in an attempt to mark everyone else in the room, ”are all the masters of survival. The best out of the best,” Markus stretched himself to the back in the limited space that he had before looking over everyone in the tight building.
”What do you mean by that?” Yelna asked, even though all of her rationales was screaming that what Markus was speaking was nothing short of complete bullshit. Just looking at how hard this girl was taking to heal such minor wounds was putting a massive wrench in his idea.
But she didn't protest. Yelna knew Markus for long enough to be aware that if he was willing to put forth an idea of his own, such an idea would be adequately grounded in reality and would have high chances of being correct.
That was the single trait he developed after living and sleeping in a party with people like Layn or Morbius. With the two of them right on his side, Markus would only dare to propose any sort of plan or observation if he was absolutely sure that neither of those freaks of nature would be able to turn it into an outlet of light teasing later on.
”I don't really feel like a master of survival,” Irea suddenly moaned from her makeshift bed, using nearly all of the energy her body managed to regain in an attempt to prompt herself upwards.