49 The Panacea (2/2)

”Good, I'll be careful next time, I didn't mean to go all out with you. How did you manage to wield your scissors, they were so heavy but all of a sudden you acted like they weighed nothing,” he comments, while still holding me in his arms.

His golden eyes are piercing as they look at me with confusion. The wind blows and lightly tosses his hair.

I didn't want to tell him or any of my family about the blessing that I'd gotten from the War Goddess. The last thing I wanted them to do was worry about me.

”I don't know, they just felt lighter all of the sudden,” I tell him with a shrug.

He raises an eyebrow but doesn't push me any further for an answer.

”Fine then, let's head back in. I don't think that you should be training anymore, let's call it a day. You should be fine with your test at the temple. I'm sure that you'll pass it with flying colors,” he says releasing me and standing up.

The wound on his arms was already healed up and he looked completely fine. The only signs of injury are the fine streaks of blood that hadn't dried up just yet.

He was strong, I was still weak. Too weak to even wield my scissor without a lot of strain!

”Maybe,” I say softly.

”No one knows about the Fate Temple since everything is designed specifically for you,” I sigh as I rub a hand over my face. Blood comes away on my hand, and I rub it into my shirt.

He chuckles. ”I'm still amazed that mother letting you take that test. I remember when Grail tried to ask her about it. She knocked him through three walls, it was so funny,” Clemente says with a smirk.

I felt Grail's pain, my mother had allowed me to go only after being able to stomach one of her blows. It wasn't something that I wanted to relive anytime soon that was for sure.

”It wasn't a cakewalk,” I grumble. Bending down I scoop up my scissors and return them to my storage.

”Fair, but in the end, you managed to do something not even the little prodigy could do,” he says as he grabs his sword and slides it into its sheath.

”I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as a worrisome comment. I don't want to be a prodigy, I just want to explore dungeons,” I sigh.

”Of course, you're a little battle manic like me, who cares about being a prodigy as long as you can fight strong foes,” he smiles as he pats my back.

I also double over! He never watched his strength, he's so troublesome.

”Either way, I'd prefer if you just called me an explorer, I don't consider myself a battle maniac,” I scoff as I walk forward.

He follows behind me.

”Sis, you're not fooling anyone. We all know that you enjoy battling just as much as me. You shouldn't deny it, most of our family are battle maniacs as well. It just runs in the family, you know,” he chuckles as he catches up to me.

We weave our way through the garden.

”Ambrose is a battle maniac, I find that hard to believe with how reserved he is,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

”Ambrose has the title 'Battle Mage'. Mages that have titles like that are battle maniacs, don't let his cool exterior fool you. Even Marigold, she's got the title 'Berserker Healer',” he says.

”Seriously?” I ask. I couldn't imagine the always smiling Marigold to have that sort of title.

”Mm. Why would I lie to you, little sis?” He retorts.

”Fair, I don't think you could lie if your life depended on it,” I laugh.

”What? Am I that see-through? Maybe, that why I never win at poker,” he sighs and rubs the back of his head.

I shake my head and continue into the house; I wanted a bath just about now.