Huh? Why's everything dark? Hello! Anybody home! What happened? I… remember running, then— Oswald's attempt to recall events was interrupted by the skill menu opening.
SKILLS SP: 47
STRENGTH 15
"strengthen the arms" to increase the strength, both physical and magical.
DEFENSE 9
"Toughen up the body" to increase the physical and magical defense.
PERCEPTION 13
"Good with the eyes" to increase the observation, perception, and intuition.
SPEED 28
"Quick on the feet" to increase the speed and stamina.
Oh, the stats increased. Anyway, I remember the boy over my shoulder…sprinting through the forest… then snapping, flyin— THE BOY! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM! AY, LET ME OUTTA HERE… WHAT?! I CAN'T LEAVE!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! F-Fine! APPLY APPLY APPLY! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! QUICK!
Current Skills
SKILLS SP: 0
STRENGTH 15
"strengthen the arms" to increase the strength, both physical and magical.
DEFENSE 9
"Toughen up the body" to increase the physical and magical defense.
PERCEPTION 42
"Good with the eyes" to increase the observation, perception, and intuition.
SPEED 50
"Quick on the feet" to increase the speed and stamina.
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His eyes shot open to a white ceiling. A blue-gold chandelier hung above the foot of the bed, its lapis lazuli ornaments gleaming.
Wha— Where?
He caught the scent of lavender and turned his head.
"WHAT THE F—"
THUD!
He fell off the bed with a thud—his body forming a 'C' on the floor. The source of his jolt was a violet-haired maid, asleep on the left side of the bed, a person's width between them.
WHY IS THERE A MAID LYING BESIDE ME?!
He jumped to his feet. "I got no time for this bullshit. Where's the boy?"
He spun on his heel, eyes widening at the sight of the white door. "The door! I gotta find him."
After two steps, his vision blurred as church bells rang in his head.
"Argh! Ah—"
THUD!
He collapsed, face hitting the blue Persian carpet on the floor. The crescendo of pain dragged him back into sleep.
* * *
He had acquired a single skill point in 'Defense' and allocated it to 'Speed' before waking up.
"Damn it," he said with a sigh,sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I think… I think I may have pushed myself too hard. The boy's probably fine… probably, and all that over-exertion was for nothing."
"Haaah. Where even am I?"
He looked around, finding himself on a king-sized bed in a blue-themed lavish room.
"What in the Queen Elizabeth-ass room is this? So much blue!"
Looking to his left, he saw the glistening blue of the thick blanket, lying perfectly flat where she had been.
"Why was she sleeping with me? Why is any of this happening?"
He lay back on the bed. "Lavishness… Queen Elizabeth ass room… a very lapis lazuli looking vanity table in front of me. Am I… in a castle?"
His eyes widened.
"I'm in a castle?! Why am I—"
The door to the room opened.
"Her Majesty is requesting your audience."
The violet-haired maid stood in the opened doorway, one hand tucked formally into the opposite sleeve's opening. A polite, neutral posture, but his heightened perception pierced the courtesy, revealing the precise grip of a dagger under her wrist and the faintest hint of purple at its tip.
"I have so many questions. First of all," he pointed at her, "is that a dagger in the left armhole?"
Her expression shifted to bafflement for a millisecond—how could he see the concealed dagger?
"Second of all, you…" His mouth opened to mention her earlier actions, but he thought better of it.
"Never mind, I'm coming."
He removed the blankets, looking downward.
Whoa! White castle pajamas! That's some nice material.
After changing into his clothes and putting on his cloak, he followed the maid outside the room.
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