Chapter 51: Hero’s Return
The next morning, I woke up earlier, excited for the day. I spent a lot of time the night before thinking about the Spar and found myself rather optimistic. Regardless of the demands of the church and slave crest, I had mastered an astonishing degree of magic and was becoming proficient in even fourth-circle spells. I felt the urge to begin studying fifth-circle fate magic, which was where divination truly came into play, but there were other things that demanded my attention first.
Throwing on a dress and sandals, I made off for the main hall. While I still the gazes of many, it was no longer significant. Anyone who hadn’t heard rumors was probably blind and deaf.
After a night’s rest, my soul was nearing peak condition, but even that wasn’t the cause behind the bounce in my step. Soltair was coming back! Although it had only been a few days, so many things had happened, and I yearned for his support. My tail waved excitedly as I thought of seeing his face again, and I stopped within the gardens, by the main gate.
"Are you the girl from yesterday?"
I looked over, catching the eye of a thin priest wearing the robes of the Earth God. Suppressing my excitement, I nodded cautiously, and he approached. I didn’t recognize him from the spar, but he might have been one of many I’d forgotten, or he simply heard the rumors.
I let out an internal sigh of relief when he didn’t appear hostile, his face lighting up with enthusiasm. His joy felt a little out of place on such a dry, warn face, but I found myself reciprocating some of his energy.
"Your Earthen Roots spell was simply incredible! I’ve never seen anyone use it to counter strong wind magic like that. The other priests couldn’t believe it when I told them! Ha, that’ll teach those stuck-up wind guys!"
"I’m grateful you enjoyed it," I said, looking down humbly. "I can only credit the fathomless knowledge of the Great Library for such ability and technique."
"But of course! I was on my way to study it myself, but can you show it to me again?"