152 The Saint Division (1/2)
[Side Quest 9: Save Tristan!!! (Incomplete)
Difficulty: S/SSS
Objective) Stop Tristan from commiting suicide.
Optional Objective 1) Prevent his Dantian from exploding.
Optional Objective 2) Restore his Dantian and heal him completely.
Description: Wowzers. P really wants you to save this Tristan guy. Just look at the Quest's title; you've gotta be desperate for there to be three exclamation points...
Deadline: Approximately 15 seconds (Before Tristan dies)]
”Huh?” Reading through the message, Elizabeth was visibly confused. 'Save him? Hmph! Why should I?! Because he thinks I'm his benefactor? Because he's had a change of heart? What a joke! He tried to kill me!'
'Just do it! He's… He's… Fuck! Come on, just do the side quest and I promise it will be worth your while! I can't explain things because you've yet to earn the right to get Divine Transmissions from me. But what I can tell you without fearing the consequences is that you'll regret it if you miss this chance.' P sounded desperate as the time was ticking and Elizabeth was evidently committed to letting Tristan die.
Though she was a very powerful Goddess, with the means to sneeze planets out of existence and punch galaxies into stardust, one of the few things she was unable to do was interfere with the rules of the Cataclysm. With things still being relatively early in the grand scheme of things, Elizabeth had yet to mature to the point where she could get special information from P.
”Mhmm...” Elizabeth thought about it and reluctantly she casted her accumulated negative impressions of Tristan to the side as she made her way over to him. 'So far, everything she's suggested I do has been for my own good, so...'
With her sword and pistol already being withdrawn into her Transillusionary Return Enchantment, a stack of acupoint needles appeared in her hands as Elizabeth said, ”You… your coming with me...” She had the tone of a disappointed mother scolding her son, looking like she wouldn't take ”no” for an answer.
”W-what? I'm going to die soon… You should probably get away from me, else you'll get caught up in the explosion...” Tristan had already accepted his fate and though he would momentarily cease to exist, he didn't want for even the chance to hurt Elizabeth; the person who rescued him.
”Tsk. Tsk. I can stop your impending self-destruction with but a single acupoint needle! Just shut up and follow me... We can sort out what happened later.” Then without his consent, a single acupoint needle was inserted into his chest. For a split second, it looked like Tristan had seen a ghost as he felt his Dantian really stop accumulating energy, successfully stopping the process of self-destruction. He looked up from his chest to Elizabeth and nervously asked, ”How did you...” But before he could finish, he blacked out as all the pain receptors in his body awakened at once; effectively sending him into a state of shock.
In that very same moment, the same man who screamed for Tristan to stop during his battle with Elizabeth, got up and left the spectator's area. He shook his head all the while, as he made a call to the head of Tristan's faction and left the Tournament Square and then the Island,.
Shaking her head, Elizabeth caught Tristan's body before it crashed onto the floor and after giving the judge a knowing look, she was allowed to leave the arena. Making her way over to her usual resting spot beside Sun and Jane, who were still in disbelief after watching her battle, she could still be challenged by someone for the champion's position so only her rank changed.
Setting Tristan aside and gauging that he would stay alive for a couple more minutes, Elizabeth first used her Acupoint Healing technique on herself as she would soon need to fight again; if not to defend herself from a King Stage combatant, than to prepare for the Saint Division. Disregarding her energy reserves which were running on less than 10% of their full capacity, Elizabeth first healed the large cuts that Tristan had landed on her limbs before revitalizing her body and getting rid of all the bruises and scratches that had accumulated as their fight progressed. Luckily, though she was grazed a couple times by the bloody whips, none of the weaponized blood droplets Tristan shot her way managed to directly hit her.