BXBX NOVEL Chapter 30: Leaving Argom
"W... I'm not a soldier though, I have never killed a thing in my life, I'm not ready yet!" She grabbed his hand, and the cheers dampened as the people became doubtful of her attitude as a supposed hero
[Name Dina Levina
Race: Human
Level: 44
Title: Hero
Skills: Null
Class: Mage (hero)
Buffs: Null
Blessing: Queen's blessing, Mana amplification
Curse: Self-Inflicted Doubt (subject loses most stats whenever their mana is too low, unavoidable)
Special: None]
"You're quite the sad case aren't you, Dina?" Sol called from a horse he was riding next to the heroes carriage, unlike Ikaris and the others he was not allowed to ride the carriage, much to Ikaris's protest at first, but he didn't mind, The carriage seemed cramped with negative emotions, aside from Han and Eris, the other three were already losing their nerve.
Unlike the others who were all adorned in state of the art armour he was given a plain soldiers getup of a chesplate with some guards and otherwise unimpressive gear, but with the life of his mimic ability, Sol created armour of his own, nothing flashy or fancy like his usual, just a fitting black armour suit with a half helmet that supported his chin and covered his ears.
"That's the imposter?" One female bystander asked staring at Sol with newfound admiration, almost ignoring the heroes completely. "Doesn't he seem more dashing than usual?"
"You thought he was dashing?" Another woman next to her asked with a chuckle.
"Well, just look at his posture, the confidence and the cool air of his attitude, he reminds you of general Grim doesn't he, and doesn't he normally look well put together?" The first one asked back and sol chuckled with himself.
"As usual, Master effortlessly draws attention to himself." Ikaris waved calmly to the crowds with a small blush on her cheeks. "Master is amazing,"
"I have to admit, Sol seems to be in his element, given how many people don't like him he has managed to not only become famous, but thrive as well," Eris waved nervously from Ikaris's side.
"I agree with Eris too, the way his whole persona changed after the Queen's ceremony is impressive, he has been kind of annoying the last two months, but just look at him he seems so unbothered, but also so alert," Usami nudged Bruce's shoulder, and the man nodded.
"Simpletons," Ikaris giggled with glee. "Master has always been on guard, a man bothered by the gods has to keep his hand on his blade at all times," She chuckled as they went past the last of the crowds and started passing the soldiers that were to follow them.
"Bothered by the gods?" Idria asked with forrowed brows. Her alongside the other five captains were escorting the heroes on horseback for their first crusade into dangerous territory, but would remain in the back and let them learn on their own, serving as regency services and nothing else.
"Sounds about right," Arla nodded with a trickle of sweat rolling down her cheek. "It sounds just like Master Vestic or the goddess of battle to say something so out of pocket and pass it off as a casual fart."
"Casual...?" The elf looked to her kin with a raised brow.
"Yes, within those two from another world lies the potential of gods themselves," Arla answered seriously, but received a chuckle from Idria as a response.
"I know he is strong, but to compare a human to a god is absurdity, Arla, I would at least place him on the same level as that monster in the castle, but not a god, he is far stronger than us, yes... But he is by no means a being akin to any god!" Idria gained a bellyful of laughter from Arla's declaration, but after seeing the stoic expression on Arla's face, Idria paused and stared at her.
"You jest,"
"I am serious," Arla admitted. "They are incomprehensible,"
"Ugh," Sol looked over his shoulder at the elf and half-elf. [Stay out ofy business]
[The tarnished is annoyed at your conversation] Both of them saw the window and went mum, staring ahead and finding Sol's gaze directly on them, with his left eye a different hue than normal.
"T-tarnished?" Arla stared at her horse instead of sol, afraid to have her consciousness pulled again. "Avert your eyes, Idria."