Chapter 518: Where Do the Angels Fly?
Sitting around a small campfire while enjoying some stew, I was translating everything Kramps was telling me to Vifi, keeping her informed just as Kramps wanted. Considering what he just told me, allowing her to hear about her ancestors—the archdemons—seemed warranted to me, and even if it wasn’t interesting to Vifi, I thought she should know about it, at least.
She hadn’t chosen her Job evolution yet, so she might be antsy about choosing one soon.
“That’s how it already works,” I said.
While it was possible for artisans and day workers to gain experience without killing anything through Quests—usually work-related requests, in this case—the amount they could get from them was enough to maybe bring them up to level 15 at a convenient pace. The point was that it was hard for the average person to become strong.
After all, the whole leveling and Job systems were balanced around the fact you could only become stronger if you fought and killed others. Being an adventurer, soldier, or any combat profession was the way to go.
Kramps continued.
Considering Grimnir’s blessed benefits were mostly focused on his smithing and runesmithing abilities, I could see that being one of the reasons.
“Ha, the first otherworldly ritual of its kind, and the gods are panicking to find a way to combat it? In a way, I can’t help but feel proud of that. Hard conditions to fulfill, so it had to result in that much. You need a proper demonic connection to the Edjurl gods, after all,” Vifi explained. “Two have been enacted, as you know. The first was to summon those brats—accidentally also Saori—by sacrificing the life of our previous prince of lust. The second used the prince of envy’s life. Wanna guess the requirement?”
“Considering you only listed those two, I presume you need a prince of sin for it?”