Another World Awakening Transcendental Create Skill

“Chapter 223: Visitor”

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The rest of my time at Wols was uneventful. Shamsheel never got in touch with me again before I came back to Bay Road.

Catching up with work was tough. Clients needed potions, knives, weapons. We even had to go exterminate some magical beasts. As if that wasn’t enough, Rizerotta has almost doubled my workload by asking for weapons for the Royal Capital.

A few days passed without me thinking about what happened.

The burns on my fingertips had disappeared completely.

– …Woah. (Roar)

– Oh, hey. (Takaya)

Akane and I have been locked in the guild’s basement most of the time, so I haven’t had a chance to actually talk to Roar.

– G-Good morning, Roar. (Takaya)

– H-Hey… Pulled an all-nighter again? (Roar)

– …Yeah, we have to get this done.

– … I see.

– Yeah…

– … (T/R)

This is as awkward as it gets.

We’ve been extremely conscious of each other ever since that morning.

– Takayaaa~ We have clients, can you come out? (Meirir)

– I’ll… be right there! Excuse me, Roar.

– Sure…

I walked away as slowly and fast as I could.

It’s weird to have clients at this hour, but they certainly saved me from whatever that was.

– Where are they? (Takaya)

– The three are waiting outside. (Meirir)

– Thank you!

– Wait. Before you go…

– What is it?

– Did something happen with Roar?

– …No?

Dyke will realize it soon enough too. I don’t want to involve them in my problems.

– Stop lying. Something’s off.

– Maybe…

– I’ll go pester Roar about it if you don’t tell me. Spit it out alread-

– Hey hey, come on now, that’s enough. (???)

A hand was resting on my shoulder.

– Long time no see! How you been, pal?

It took me by surprise to see him with dark hair and so well-dressed, but there’s only one person who talks in such a friendly way to me.

– Master, you haven’t been invited to the building yet…

– What gives? I’m not gonna melt or anything.

– That’s not the issue! Please wait outside.

– Are you…? (Takaya)

She looked different from the last time I saw her. Her hair was white like snow and her eyes red.

– Indeed, it’s me. Septe. I hope you’ve been well.

No traces of the aftermath of the Seventh battle, other than her becoming a servant.

– I’m glad to see you. Where’s Raviola?

– She’s right here. We’re escorting this guy after finishing up some stuff at the Royal Capital. Ravi.

– Pardon my intrusion.

Raviola was still wearing the same equipment as before. Her sword had been replaced with another sword which I assume she took from Kouya’s warehouse.

She also looked way happier than the first time I met her.

Kouya, Septe and Raviola. What an odd trio.

– I got your letter. I thought I’d come by. (Kouya)

– You could’ve said something beforehand…

– But that’s not fun! We’re friends, that’s just how it is.

Kouya wrapped my head around his elbow and whispered in my ear.

(I also have something to tell you. It’s about your Grandmaster)

– …

– Anyways. Pardon me, missy, but I’ll borrow this guy for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give him a stern talk.

– Huh? Oh, uh, right. (Meirir)

Kouya shoved me into the basement.

Why does Kouya want to talk about Ever?

I would assume she’s loafing around somewhere. As usual. But lately I’ve been wondering what specifically she’s up to.