Chapter 41: A name worth remembering
After the chaos had settled and the dead were buried, what remained of the village gathered before Lucen. Burned homes stood silent behind them, but in the eyes of the survivors was something that hadn’t been there before: hope.
Lucen was quietly checking his equipment when the first voice broke through the hush.
"Thank you for saving us!" someone cried, followed by murmurs of agreement and nods from the crowd. Lucen paused, sheathing his weapon.
"I only did what I had to," he replied. "As was my duty."
"Even so, we are truly grateful to you and your men. Please tell us the name of our benefactor. The name of the one who gave us back our lives." The eldest of the villagers spoke.
’This is my chance to spread my name and the name of Thornefang even further, got to make this a memorable thing.’
Lucen was once again going to rely on Acting Adept, but then he hesitated for a second as he remembered the feeling of his own persona being mixed with others.
’No, this is no time to hesitate, I must use everything I have at my disposal to reach the ending I want.’
Lucen gritted his teeth and once again allowed the Acting Adept to take over his actions as he thought of the optimal character to use in this situation. Lucen had once again changed the mask he was wearing.
The villagers waiting to hear Lucen’s answer noticed a change in Lucen’s demeanor. They could not understand what had changed, but their eyes were glued to Lucen’s every movement.
"I am Lucen Thornehart. Heir of House Thornehart, the Shield of Norvaegard."