Capítulo 56: Deus Ex Loutiel
"My sincerest apologies, but would you do me and my assistant there a favour?..." Loutiel asks with a small, smug grin.
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Charlie glares at the intruder, unable to comprehend whether he was serious or not... "You..."
Loutiel nods, "I know, I am incredibly handsome, but my request still stands... Please die. Heavy Water." he chants, blasting a large wave of strangely viscous water at Charlie.
Charlie quickly reacts, despite not completely recovering his composure. "S-split!" he screams, not using a specific spell, but relying on his elemental mastery of water to command it. An invisible force cuts towards the wave, dissipating any raindrops it passes, but as soon as it collides with the wave, it does almost nothing...
A small ripple against the surface of the wave is the only indication that Charlie had done anything at all... The wave continues its path, completely soaking Charlie from head to toe, while also massively decreasing his movement due to the water's viscous properties.
Charlie's knee's buckle slightly under the sudden surprising weight now suppressing him. Not only was the enemy's spell weighing him down, but the water acted similarly to snot, binding his slimes together and making it difficult to free them. "What is this!?" he shouts, having never observed this spell before.
Loutiel lets out a seemingly light-hearted chuckle, "My, I thought you were a competent water mage... It seems I was mistaken." he points at Charlie with a bored upside-down index finger, "Line, to Triangle." he states, before then resting his hand on his chest, "Square."
To most from Earth, this would seem like gibberish. But to Charlie, it was like hearing that a tactical missile had just targeted his position. Charlie was barely a Triangle mage, an accomplishment for sure, but still nothing in comparison to a Square mage.
The ranks of Mage's in Halkeginia were based on how many elements you could channel into your spells. Charlie, was a pure water mage, meaning he could channel three instances of the water element. He didn't have much variety, but it meant he was more adept than a jack-of-all-trades mage who dabbled in all elements.
Loutiel however, was a Square mage. Someone who completely and utterly outclassed him. It was light sending a house cat to fight a tiger. Indeed, this is how Charlie felt at this moment.
Cold sweat dripped heavily down his back, so much so that he could feel it even while under the effect of the Heavy Water spell. This feeling only intensified however as Loutiel casually flicks his wand, which causes crackling blue lighting to form at the tip of it. "W-who are you!?"
Loutiel bows at his hip slightly with his crackling wand still outstretched, "Loutiel of the Storm, at your service. Now, how would you like it? Boiled, or Fried?" he asks as his face distorts into a sadistic grin.
"N-no! I-if you interfere then you won't get away!" Charlie exclaims, sending a glare at Michael who's still lying on his back in the alleyway. Charlie knew he wouldn't be able to escape alive at this point, so, avenging his lost friends would be the best outcome he could hope for.
He takes a deep breath before swinging his staff over his head, his muscles struggling to maintain his movements under the Heavy Water spell. "ABYSSAL SWA-AARGH!* he starts but is interrupted as a small blade of wind passes by his raised hand... After a second, his dismembered hand drops to the floor, his wrist spurting out a profuse amount of blood that matches the beats of his heart.
Charlie tucks his injured arm to his chest, as he watches Loutiel starts gracefully skipping towards him, the wind formed platforms that boosted each stride, allowing him to easily hop over the alleyway and reach the injured water mage. "Wrong choice." he almost gleefully states as he pushing his wand to Charlie's soaked chest.
Without even a whispered chant, lightning covers Charlie's form and starts utterly decimating him. His flesh quickly starts blackening as his hair falls out, his blood boiling and his more fragile organs exploding in an incredibly painful manner.
Charlie screams in agony as his eyes literally pop out of his head before exploding into bloody gore, his screams, however, are cut off as blood starts bubbling in and out of his throat.
While all of this happens, Loutiel backs away and allows the spell to continue affecting Charlie as he goes to attend Michael. Again easily hopping through the air to reach the ground floor.
Michael was still barely conscious, though, his vision only allowed him to pick out bits and pieces of the fight between Charlie and Loutiel. "Y-you?"
Loutiel nods, "Of course. You didn't think I'd allow you to go unsupervised with such incriminating information. Did you?" he asks as he kneels beside Michael and shields him from the rain as he begins applying a few healing spells.
Michael was incredibly confused by Loutiel's actions, as he thought their relationship was merely one of exchange... Though, now that Loutiel had saved him, he owed the man his life... Was this perhaps his plan? He tries to ask why he'd helped, but he just spits out blood instead, apparently, the injury to his stomach was far worse than he'd thought.
"Don't speak. As much as I hate to admit it, I am not all that well versed on healing spells... I focus more on dealing damage, than healing it." he smiles, "In that, we are similar, no?... Now, be quiet and go to sleep like a good child. When you wake up, you may or may not be dead." he explains as he waves his glowing green wand over Michael's stomach.
Michael wants to retort at the man's shitty bedside manners, but isn't able to as his eye's flutter closed. His consciousness leaving just as he hears Loutiel mutter, "Poison as well? My, you are a challenge aren't you?"
Loutiel quickly stabilises Michael's condition before levitating his body, he releases a huff and adjusts his glasses, "Youngsters are so reckless nowadays."
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Capítulo 57: Someone's bed...
The next morning beams of sunlight shine through the second-story window of Loutiel's pawnshop, where the bedroom that the injured Michael was now occupying. He groggily wakes up, his body groaning with pain as he attempts to roll into his front, he abandons that effort after a moment, and decides to sit up instead, barely managing to do so with all his effort.
"Gooood damn." Michael mutters as he finally manages to sit up afterwards glancing down at himself and the strange pyjama's he was now dressed in. They were blue with white stripes and made of silk, making them incredibly comfortable to wear... He undoes the buttons however and opens the shirt to reveal his front.
There, he could see a relatively large scar where the arrow had struck him last night, and under his armpit, he could feel a similarly sized scar there too. Seems like Loutiel hadn't managed to save his body from being marred...
"Wait... That bastard stole my kill! How much EXP was that Water Mage worth!?!" he mentally exclaims, gripping his hair in great irritation at the massive loss. He pauses though, as he feels the slight scar on his left cheek, presumably from where that archer's arrow had nicked him...
He sighs, "That archer did more damage to me than any warrior or mage I've come across." he mutters, realising just how much damage he'd taken from that single person.
After taking a moment to suppress his rather childish anger at Loutiel for 'kill stealing'. He glances around the room to look for any danger. He knew Loutiel must've taken him to one of his properties, so he wasn't all that worried... After all, why would the man heal him and leave him unsupervised if he intended to do him harm?
Michael lies back onto the bed and pulls the covers over his head as he summons the Book of Commoners. "Let's see how much I've improved..." he whispers as he flips the book open, the pages faintly glowing despite the darkness under his covers.
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Name : Michael Hunt
Rank : Common
Stats :
Strength : 8 > 9
Agility : 11
Intelligence : 11
Abilities :
[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.
[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.
[Curse of Silence - (Origin: Matilda)] : Prevents user from speaking, scribing, or making any attempts to reveal restricted information. - (Removed by Loutiel.)
Spirits :
Shadow Shaman : Lvl 14 > 19
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Only one extra point in Strength!? That seems like far too little for the amount of effort he'd actually gone through... He'd killed a large patrol of gang members, along with two elite fighters, and almost that Water Mage. He'd almost even died, so he was hoping for a little more than just that...
He did have to thank Loutiel when he next saw him though, the fact he'd removed the curse given to him by Fouquet would be worth his thanks alone, even if he forgot the fact that the man saved his life.
Still, his Shadow Shaman Spirit had increased by five levels, giving him enough points to max out the rest of his abilities... He'd expected that to be the end of it, but it seems that he could still level up his Shadow Shaman Spirit more.
Michael wondered what he would receive once reaching level twenty... Would he receive another Spirit? Or would there be further upgrades to Shadow Shaman?...
Honestly, he didn't really know what he was hoping for, as his situation was probably going to be shit no matter what he receives... Unless he was handed a Divine Rapier or something...
Regardless, he turns to the page containing the Shadow Shaman Spirit and maxes out all of its abilities.
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Spirit : Shadow Shaman
Level : 19
Abilities :
Carnival Tricks (Rank 4) : Allows user to form ephemeral shapes, creatures, and patterns to amuse, distract, or frighten.
Ether Shock (Rank 4) : Casts a cone of ethereal energy that strikes multiple enemies.
Hex (Rank 4) : Temporarily transforms the target into a harmless chicken.
Shackle (Rank 4) : Magically binds an enemy in ethereal threads while also dealing damage throughout the duration
Serpent Wards (Rank 3) : Summons multiple Serpent Wards to attack any nearby enemies.
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With all his abilities maxed out, he imagined he'd be able to go toe to toe against a Line mage of this world. That's excluding him using his weapons and Gandalfr rune of course, but it was still fairly impressive, especially considering that most students in the Magic Acadamy were Line mages until they graduate. Only the exceptional few actually managed to become Triangle mages, and it was almost unheard of for any students to become Square mages.
Considering that Osmond, the headmaster of the school, was a Square mage, it was clear to see why it was so difficult to attain such a mastery. Of course, there could be large disparity between two people in the same rank. Someone like Headmaster Osmond would probably be far stronger than Loutiel, but that was only Michael's supposition.
He closes the book and flings it into the air, watching as it dissipates into particles. He doesn't really feel like moving with his injured body, so he instead just conjures a Dog with his Carnival Tricks spell, having it play around the room as if it were a living creature.
It was difficult to do as he had to consciously control it to act alive, as opposed to regular objects or fire which were easy to mimic. He has the ephemeral orange dog sit on his bed, Michael was about to start making it do flips when he hears a knock at the door.
*Knock, Knock!*
"Are you decent? I don't wish to be walking in on a teenager's favourite pastime..." Loutiel's voice asks from the otherside of the door. But before Michael can reply, the man just walks inside with a smirk. "Oh my, I didn't think you engaged in such things." he states, cupping a hand over his mouth as his eyes playfully glance between Michael and the see-through orange dog sitting on his bed.
Michael just gives an unamused glare, his injured body making him far more unwilling to play along with the man's jokes. He swats the dog with the back of his hand which causes it to disappear with a yelp, not breaking eye contact with Loutiel as he does so. "Do you need something?"
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