Throughout the entire tea party, the blind saint did not bring up anything.
She simply brewed and drank tea quietly, or pushed delicate tea snacks in front of the young boy, silently listening to the sounds of everyone chewing, as if she could feel content just by doing that, revealing a faint smile of happiness.
I did subtly hint to her that I wanted to ask her about this, but she always pretended not to hear me or gently stroked the boy's hair, making him look away from his hesitant gaze, so in the end, it didn't happen.
After clearing away the remaining food on the table, the group split up and got back to work.
The good news was that the hunter's child was much better than before I left, and by late afternoon he was able to sit up and open his eyes. Although he was still weak, it was mostly from hunger. After Alice volunteered to help prepare the sweet porridge, and Leticia followed suit, some time passed, and the young girl's face finally regained a healthy rosy color.
Then there's Til's side.
After the tea party ended, the young boy who had been following Thiel closely immediately grabbed the saintess's sleeve, indicating that he had something to say, and pulled her all the way to the corner of the corridor. However, this distance was not enough to completely avoid my senses, but since there was an annoying guy sitting by the door watching, I didn't choose to make things too obvious.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked.
Of course, that's what I said, but in reality, I was always paying attention to his every move, wary that he might suddenly launch an attack when I wasn't looking.
The man who called himself Stanley sat cross-legged on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. Only when he heard my question did he slowly roll his eyes and cast a weary glance: "Just observing."
"Observe what?"
"Observe why those guys value you."
This time, it only made me more confused.
The last time I heard similar words was from that doomsday cultist who was willing to sacrifice everything, even burning himself out, just to invite a curse of great destruction. At the time, I thought it was just a simple game setting issue, but I never expected to hear almost the same words here.
In response to my question, Stanley clicked his tongue, then suddenly straightened his posture, as if what he was about to say was something even he needed to take seriously: "I don't know the specific identities of those guys, at least... they're not people I can easily contact. I just happen to know that they're looking for you, and it seems they have something to discuss with you, or someone behind you."
Now I understand.
I see. It seems you're looking for my advisor.
If I had to name my biggest label, besides being a shut-in who's rarely seen, it would probably just be that I'm the disciple and eyes and ears of the Omniscient Witch.
Generally speaking, those who can't find their teacher or have difficulty getting close to their mentor in their workshop, and who urgently need help, are very likely to come to me, hoping I can relay important matters that require the mentor's attention. However, I find it really annoying, so I either stay in the library or hide in the workshop or the miniature garden. When I occasionally run into them, I only act as if I'm asking for favors from acquaintances. Eventually, those busybodies and people with ulterior motives who came to my door after hearing that the mentor had taken on a disciple gradually gave up on this idea, allowing me to finally relax.
Stanley merely gave this statement a strange look: "Don't you know your nickname in the Otherworld?"
I shook my head.
What is the "inner world"? Why does such a dark and ominous term suddenly appear?
Just thinking about it in my mind makes me feel a sense of unease and impending bloodshed.
"[A calamity star that burns]".
Stanley looked at me in disbelief, but I imagine my expression was just as astonished as his: "That's what those who managed to escape from you call you. It's said that wherever you appear, you leave behind traces of intense flames, and all your schemes are burned to ashes before you even begin."
I... I really don't know.
It's not surprising that people associated with the monk know me, and it's understandable that city officials would know me, but that's mostly due to the influence of my mentor, and unnecessary attention being projected onto me.
But isn't this way of calling it a bit too much?
I haven't done anything wicked or resentful. I've just been quietly staying in my cozy little home, preparing to spend each day leisurely. Yet, I've been given this title out of nowhere. If someone who doesn't know the truth heard it, they might think that some notorious villain has appeared out there.
And which operation, where the mentor threw them into hard labor, resulted in them being left behind?! They promised to maintain full surveillance! And now the messages are leaking out!
I vaguely sensed a faint, illusory laugh coming from beside my ear. I turned my head and glanced out of the corner of my eye, but I still couldn't see a single person or movement. However, I could still feel my mentor's gaze following me closely from behind, clearly secretly watching me make a fool of myself.
Forget it, I'll complain to my mentor properly when I get back, and ask him about the other world while I'm at it.
"Putting everything else aside, at least the nickname is pretty cool. It sounds like you're a top-notch expert, and it should be enough to make those guys with ulterior motives put away their evil thoughts." Stanley snorted. "I just don't know how credible the rumors are. At least bullying those small fry in the city won't really show how powerful you are."
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