Chapter 65: Come And Gone (2/2)
Bracha then took a seat and stared at the two adventurers intently. Both of them, in return stared back, as if awaiting more guidance.
”Is...is that it?” Agni asked after a short time. Bracha simply nodded, before adding.
”You have enough knowledge to keep yourself fed, protect yourself and grow stronger if you need to. Which path you take from here on out is up to you. Of course, you can always drop by sometime if you get lonely. I'll be here.”
Agni couldn't help but feel as if there was more to be said between her and Bracha yet she simply smiled and bowed her head slightly before glancing at Katrin.
”I feel kind of sad.” Katrin said, lowering her head a bit. Agni couldn't help but agree. Ever since they arrived at Grenvale, the Trainer's Chapel was basically their first home. A source of comfort , safety and a large part of their everyday routine.
”Why?” Bracha chuckled as she placed her hand on her chin. Although she understood the sentiment and felt somewhat the same, it wouldn't show on her face.
”Because, I--” Katrin replied as she struggled to find the words.
At this Agni just placed her hand on Katrin's shoulder before she bowed deeply to Bracha.
”Thanks for your guidance.” She said, prompting Katrin to do the same.
Bracha simply smiled as she thought about how boring it would be without the two around. For a moment she struggled with the urge to leave her duties and travel with the two young ladies even further but -- that wouldn't do for a Trainer.
”It's my pleasure.” She said finally, nodding to both Agni and Katrin before the two finally made their way out of the Trainer's Chapel and onto the bustling morning road of Grenvale.
-------Elsewhere In Grenvale-------------
”So, you're telling me that two rank 0 weaklings defeated all six of you effortlessly?” This voice belonged to a rather husky man sitting behind a desk, the billowing smoke of a large cigar flowed upwards and filled the room with a particularly fragrant scent.
Fargo hated answering to this man with every fiber of his being yet he found the words came easily when he considered the alternative. He and the other ”failures” had been called to the third floor of the Chapel, where they were now being admonished for their failure just less than a week prior.
”Yes. That's correct.” Fargo replied as he glanced over at the young man standing aside the desk of the Chapel leader. Zipher Einrei was a Blight Mage, bronze skinned, amber eyes and white hair. Fargo was a fair judge of people and he couldn't help but think that Zipher reminded him of a rabid dog. Erratic, willing to bite at anything just for a bit of fun.
*Perhaps a dog isn't the right comparison. More like a wolf…*
The sound of chuckling filled the air for a moment, belonging to the man shrouded in cigar smoke. He spun around in his chair, revealing the glint of a monocle and several golden rings each with large gemstones embedded within them. He was well dressed from head to toe, he always was. It was the one thing Fargo found remarkable about his oppressor and there was very little else of admiration about him.
*Maybe..his ruthlessness is to be admired.*
”Tell me about these two.” He said after a time. Though the man's features were mostly shrouded in shadows as he sat behind his desk, a glint from his monocle shone briefly as he placed both hands on the desktop before him.