Just a few steps from the bustling central banquet hall, Philsa suddenly felt a blurry, deathly white light before her eyes, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. This was accompanied by an intense, agonizing pain in her left hand, as if it were being smeared with poison.
He was chatting enthusiastically just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he became completely confused.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Noticing his discomfort, Shirley immediately turned around and helped Philsa up, returning to the nearby guest room that belonged to the two of them.
After returning to her room, she immediately brought a basin of cold water and washed Philsa's face.
After being stimulated by the cold water, his dizzy brain gradually cleared up, and he felt much better temporarily.
After a while, he lay sprawled on the soft bed, looking visibly tired.
The anxious Shirley calmed down and began to remove her makeup in front of the mirror. Fifteen minutes later, she tossed aside the napkin stained with makeup and oil, revealing her usual bare face, a wisp of bangs casually tossed aside with her fingertips;
However, she did not take off the jade earrings that Firsa had given her as a birthday gift.
Originally, she didn't like anything that made her feel restricted.
Shirley was like the wind, free to come and go, yearning for a free and unrestrained state.
Now, finally, someone has become her home. Just like there is a place that the wind lingers in, unwilling to leave, becoming its eternal home.
"Um... Sherry, you weren't injured in today's battle, were you?"
"That's the question I should be asking you. Aren't you the one who's been fighting the demons all along?"
"It seems so."
"And what happened just now? You've been like this several times lately! Including tonight's battle, several crucial mistakes were caused by dizziness due to blocked demonic veins, right?" she asked with concern and urgency.
"To be honest... I'm not really sure either."
Recently, the flow of magic veins in Philsa's body has not been very smooth, something Sherry had noticed a long time ago, and the symptoms are particularly noticeable today.
Tonight's battle is going to be very dangerous for him.
If it weren't for the cover and support of Sherry's arrows from the rear, Philsa would most likely have been injured during the battle, which lasted about half an hour.
It was impossible for him to attend the nobles' feast unscathed, let alone to have a long talk with Marquis Alex about the history of the duchy.
Although Philsa had made great progress in swordsmanship after several months of training, the problem of blocked demonic veins still could not be solved.
Magic veins are the foundation of a warrior's combat and use of magical skills. Similar to meridians, they are distributed throughout the body.
For Philsa, the magic veins are of paramount importance.
Because he doesn't rely solely on brute force like ordinary warriors; on the contrary, he is primarily supported by magic in battle.
Every swing, every jump, every turn, every movement is imbued with magic.
It can be said that the demonic veins are Philsa's capital for fighting powerful monsters.
As for his left hand, which is his dominant hand and also the node with the most abundant magic power in his body's magic meridian, he has recently been experiencing a severe pain that feels like being poisoned.
If it's described as stiffness and pain, that's understandable, since it's a symptom inherent to users of ice magic.
However, he had no idea where this excruciating, poisonous pain came from.
Philsa pondered with doubt and unease.
The ice cubes clinked against the glass as Sherry swirled her drink. A soft, peaceful breeze drifted through the air.
"By the way, how much did you pay for these earrings? They can't be some cheap stuff from a regular jeweler, right? A lot of nobles have been giving me surprised looks today... Wait a minute?"
Philsa remained silent for a long time behind her. When Shirley turned around, she realized that he had long since fallen asleep, exhausted from a long day.
"Hmph...it's always like this."
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Appendix: Firsa's Travel Diary - Page 1
The 18th day of the Water Month in the 256th year of the Alchemy Era of the Duchy of Valentino...
Guild Commission -
A demonic attack occurred in the church. The demon residing there was a regenerative type. With Sherry's help, they successfully killed it, but Sherry made many mistakes due to her own demonic vein issues.
However, neither of us was seriously injured, which is extremely lucky.
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Today is Sherry's birthday, which happens to coincide with the Adventurers' Guild's banquet. Aside from the Flower Ball, which we unfortunately missed, we all had a great time.
She seemed very happy to finally give away the jade earrings she had saved up for five months!
I met the "Marquis of Emeralds" at the party and had a long chat with him about the history of the principality.
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In a run-down little hotel in the town of Viktorre.
The boy, who had been lying in bed for several days, finally awoke. Pain began to torment his weakened body again.
Within his blurry and dim field of vision, the girl sitting at a small round table nearby stood up and walked toward him.
The outline of the girl in front of my eyes was not very clear.
But the boy was certain that this white-clad, red-haired girl he had never met before had a graceful figure and a very pretty face.
"Huh...you're awake? You've been unconscious for three days. When I found you, you were lying on the snowfield, with several demonic wolves chasing after you."
"..." The boy, leaning on his still-painful back, struggled to sit up from the bed, his face as pale as his colorless hair.
"Are you alright now?" The unfamiliar girl poured him a glass of water with concern, her words as gentle as a breeze brushing past his ear.
"By the way, adventurer, what's your name?"
The boy remained silent.
"Haven't you regained consciousness yet? You must be exhausted. Sigh... You must have been trying your best to escape back then."
“My… name is El… Fangs, El Fangs.” The boy opened his mouth with difficulty and responded.
"Oh, my name is Priscilla, and I'm an adventurer too!"
The girl felt secretly relieved when she saw that he could speak.
Alphonse slowly moved his head and looked around. Outside the window, the sky was serene, and the white expanse of the Buriza snowfield could be vaguely seen in the distance.
Finally, his gaze fell on the mahogany carved calendar on the bedside table.
The era in which Alphonse lived was the Kingdom of Valentino, in the year 123 of the Alchemy Era.
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