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‘Recovery’ healing the victim and claiming the Blood borne corpse, he brought her toward the inn. “Cassie…please prepare hot water for bathing and two set of diner, I’ll wait in my room with a guest” he whom holding a beauty with tattered uniform in his arm simply said that and walk to his room. Cassie was in the back preparing something so she didn’t see Zyca and answered “Okay”

As he kicked the door open, the woman begin to move around as she open her eyes the first thing she sees is Zyca face from downward and she screamed “YAAAAA…” Zyca just tossed her to bed and shut his ears until she stopped screaming. He just sit on the floor waiting for her.

“Done?” after seeing the woman gasping for air, he give her a towel from his pocket rift. “Wipe your face, it’s not pleasing to see beautiful woman with tears” his word too…forget it.

She, a young woman looks older than the gal but might be younger than the female knight, with light blue hair, slender yet curvy body but with her appearance as now she looked like mistreated female slave, after wiping her face and checking the surrounding, “Where is this?” she began asking

“Silver Streak inn, my room. Found you bloodied in front of a Blood borne, I healed you up and brought you here” Zyca pointed to the floor then pointed to her “you are lucky I passed by” she began looking at herself and understood that her clothes now in tatters and hurriedly cover herself with her arm “use the towel” and soon as Zyca said that she remember the towel and she used it to cover the risqué part that are not fully covered.

After an awkward moment of silence and recollecting “t-thank you…for saving me” she hold both her hand in praying sign and bowed, a devout way of showing gratitude. “And what about the demonic beast that attacked me?”

Zyca pulled out its head and she almost pass out “Dead, killed it” after gathering herself, she looked upon the blood borne head and then towards Zyca “if there is anything you want to say, say it” Zyca said as he put down the head on the floor beside him.

“…” She is shocked to speechless huh, well after seeing the people around, I had summed up that Zyca is pretty much a singularity class existence that capable of being continent destroyer, I hope that won’t come to pass.

“I am known as the Basilisk slayer, Zycaglorius De Athemasus. Is that trustworthy enough?” Zyca seemed to think that she won’t just believe that Zyca just go up and slay the Blood borne then save her if not a reliable proof on who my boy is.

When Zyca said that, her expression tensed and relaxed almost at same moment “to meet such person on my grieving day, is this such a fate o Lord?” she questioned herself, now counting that her brother – the guard – died just yesterday she is on unfortunate side of the spectrum but also making her met Zyca the next day, such thing is fate that even the great I incapable to pry too much against it.

“…Grieving day? If I may know who passed away” Zyca oblivious to the crime asked her with heartfelt sympathy as he also lost someone before

Either wanting to let out her stress or just to answer her benefactor, she tell

“My idiot of a brother… I still can call him that, even though I told him to come back after I finished my merchant apprenticeship even to the point of bothering him for the whole week…, he still stubbornly attached in being a guard even though I don’t need him to give me help anymore, now this happened…” *hick…hick* and there she goes crying again, let’s see how Zyca handle this

…Damn boy…why you also crying…I need to raise up his mental threshold later.

He touched his cheeks…a look of true shock then he smiled as he wiped that line of tear with his glove. He punched his own thigh and shake his heads to shake all that pent inside then put back the blood borne head to his spatial rift. His action caused the girl to stopped crying and see Zyca as he stood up and put his hand on her head then began to caress her hair on that exact moment he plopped her head to his chest without much energy after all the event that just happened to her, it is…humanely mentally exhausting “You have tried hard too right…please relax and let out all those feeling. I’ll accept it” he said it huh

Is it his way to comfort her as he is also a brother to a sister like this one before him?

As both fulfilling their role in this mutual needs of limited time span, mortal truly are complex existence. It…they still amaze me to this very moment.

Some more moment of both broken people comforting each other. A knock on the door “your hot water here. It’s on the bucket in hallway, come pick it up before it gets cold” Cassie’s voice subsided the tension and pulled them back to reality that took their loved one.

Zyca stop and moved to get the hot water but incapable to do so as the woman had enveloped her hand on Zyca’s waist “just some more…please stay like this for a bit more” she pleaded toward Zyca without even turning up her face.

Truly what a day must today be for her. Can’t know what today will bring huh.

After she had calmed down, she loosen her hands and as Zyca turned toward the door his hand was caught by none other. Zyca can’t move nor do anything and so he used telekinetic to open the door and moved the bucket inside the room.

“Please, wash up yourself. I hope you can do this much, I’ll wait outside” but her hand won’t let go of Zyca

“Stay in here…” her voice is almost fade out, but Zyca was capable of hearing it so he put the bucket closer toward the bed.

Zyca take the towel on the bucket then turned around and give it to the woman “Please, wash up yourself. I’ll wait here” then the woman reluctantly release Zyca and begin to wipe her body with the cooling hot water. Zyca just kneel facing the door as he can’t just gaze upon a lady naked body or can he.

Until she finished, Zyca closed his eyes and meditating in his Arch magus stance in order to refine his crude mana flow so he can cast more spell than before though not fruitful. Well, he still a wimp for not going toward the woman right now. Dignity, he think such selfless person I say.

A knock on the door “Hey, it’s the dinner time already. Do you want to eat downstairs or in your room with your guest?” Cassie again

“In my room please” good answer from Zyca, as if a victim with scarce clothing can eat in a rowdy inn restaurant part

As sound of footsteps going away like a man losing his mind, slowly

“Thank you for your kindness, Sir Zycaglorius. This one had truly been in your care” she humbled herself huh. Zyca tinged at mention of sir

“Just call me Zyca, no need to add sir. I am not such person to be called one” he too humbled himself “what is your name, if I may know” Zyca stood up still facing door

“Ronea…Deihamic” She said with somber voice

“Ronea…please give me your clothes and wait a few minute” as he said that he waited some moment until he heard sound of clothes rustling and accepted it as he put his hand behind his back

Zyca then proceed to stitch the tattered clothes with his newly acquired magic created sewing kits he copied today as he also have some velvet to fill in the gaps and tore of her wear, all that didn’t even took several minute as Zyca hand dexterity is off the norm in the first place.

“With my will, I Grant unto this wardrobe an enchantments with only rule of usage that you remember my name” he just put some decent amount of magic on someone clothes and even put contract upon its usage and the enchantment is not joking around either

Plight Reminder -The one who lost someone of importance in their life, user shall gained the blessing of the world such as Insurmountable willpower, Fortune grasper, Ill-will denier, Camaraderie of kin, Amicability of men as long as it didn’t conflict with its enchanter will. Created and enchanted by Athemasus. Extra Hygiene and evil warding included for the equipper comfort

Those enchantment is too much of deal breaker at that, my boy is getting soft or have something planned…it might be interesting

“I can’t…it’s too glittery…ahhh…my eyes” as her hand covered her eyes from the shining dress made from cloth, cotton, velvet and some draconiod tissue and its scales even upgradeable if you patch it up with understandable higher tier material to replace the former.

“Please accept this, for it will benefit both of us and I don’t want anything bad happen to you anymore, so please, accept this” he said it as his face still facing the door eyes closed

“Here, your foods ready” and sudden door to face and fallen plates on floor, how…how did that just happen…

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