Chương 94: Ch 70 – Chaos Healer (Part 1)
Our monster wagon sped through the night, the only sounds breaking the silence being the rhythmic thudding of the monster's hooves and the steady turning of the wagon's wheels. The cart shook violently whenever we traversed rough terrain.
Inside the wagon, the white-cloaked girls maintained a serious demeanor, not uttering a word. There were approximately eight of these women, including the grumpy hag.
The wagon driver, dressed as a mercenary in light armor and gripping the monster's reins, also remained tight-lipped. The atmosphere was exceptionally serious, with no one interested in engaging in conversation.
Ahead of us, the other two monster wagons carried mercenary bodyguards and supplies, leading the way through the night.
However, the silence began to wear me out.
Seeking to fill the void, I turned to the grumpy woman seated in front of me,
"Excuse me, could you tell me how far the academy is?"
Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with annoyance,
"Knowing the exact distance won't make this journey any shorter or longer. Just relax and get some rest."
I nodded in understanding, picking up on her disinterest in conversation. It seemed she was still angry about the whole family feud thing.
I followed her instructions and reclined on the seat.
Despite Celestia Mercy being a prestigious academy, they could only provide this shabby wagon, equipped with a wooden bench and a roof made of straw. Nevertheless, I was relieved that the wagon seemed sturdy enough not to fall apart while being pulled by those monstrous beasts.
Attempting to catch some sleep was futile due to the constant shaking and jolting of the wagon. After enduring four accidental blows to the head from the back of the cart, I decided it was best to abandon the idea. Any further attempts at sleep might result in actual brain damage.
With nothing better to do, I glanced around and observed that the other girls were peacefully sleeping. They leaned on each other's shoulders, minimizing the impact of the wagon's movement. They even utilized their white cloaks like blankets, tucking their arms beneath them, creating an appearance of comfort.
Meanwhile, the stern hag appeared to be dozing off while sitting upright. Her arms were folded, and her back remained straight as she slept with her head slightly lowered. Even in slumber, she maintained a serious demeanor.
With nothing else to do, I turned my gaze toward the world outside the wagon. It was shrouded in complete darkness as the moon remained hidden behind thick clouds. The speed at which we were traveling was evident from the brisk wind that brushed against my face. At this rate, we would cover a substantial distance in no time.
Comparatively, if we had been using regular horse-drawn wagons, it would have required four times the effort.
These wagons, pulled by mana-beasts, were known for their swiftness and efficiency. It was no wonder they were the preferred choice for adventurers and mercenaries. However, it was worth noting that the upkeep and maintenance of these creatures were considerably high, as they consumed specialized crops in substantial quantities.
I couldn't help but wonder how the Celestia Officials were able to sleep so peacefully. It seemed they had complete trust in these mercenaries to watch over them. I imagined Ultear's comrades were just as mysterious and enigmatic as she was.
Unable to sleep or gaze outside, I decided to focus on planning my next moves.
The initial plans that I had drawn since my birth was all for nothing. If I had picked on my mother's genes and became a fire mage, then it would have been smooth sailing. But now that I turned out to be a healer, I have to start again with a fresh plan.
With my eyes closed, I delved into my thoughts and began crafting a mental blueprint for my future steps.
My primary goal was clear: achieve a 4th-tier mage status and master my new abilities to the fullest. Once I accomplished that, I could apply for an adventurer's license and join a guild. This would grant me the freedom to travel across the kingdom and search for the Dimensional Gates.
The Dimensional Gates were likely a well-guarded secret, possibly protected by the Heavenly Virtues. Accessing them might only be possible through my connection to Celestia Mercy if I became their favored mage.
Additionally, gathering information on the Heavenly Virtues, including their plans and weaknesses, would be crucial. It was possible that our paths might cross in the future, and I needed to be prepared to face them.
However, my main challenge was learning how to fight on my own with my healing ability. It was doubtful that the academy would teach me offensive magic and the traditional role of a healer felt too limiting for my potential. I needed to explore new skills and abilities that might help me achieve my goals. At this point, I hadn't fully grasped the extent of my powers, so it was too early to make definitive decisions.
"If only I still had the abilities from my previous life," I muttered to myself, reminiscing about the time when I possessed formidable powers that allowed me to unite the demon realm.
Back when I was just a little nobody demon, struggling to survive on scraps, there was a kind woman named Revelia, who took care of me sometimes. In that rundown, desolate town, she was the only person who had shown me any kindness, sharing bits of food and treating me as if I were her own child. She would even comb and ruffle my hair affectionately.
Tragically, she met her end at the hands of a group of militants who accused her of being a spy. When I learned of her fate, I rushed to the militants' camp armed with nothing but an iron rod. There were about 20 to 30 demon militants stationed there, and I somehow managed to kill one of them while he was taking a piss.
They didn't kill me; they left me to rot in the unforgiving desert. Fortunately, I stumbled upon a sand cave where I sought refuge from the scorching sun. At that point, I thought it would be my final resting place.
To my astonishment, I discovered another dying demon residing in the cave. This old demon was severely wounded and chained. Gruesome, oversized nails pinned his wings and arms to the cave wall, while heavy chains bound his neck and legs, anchoring him to the floor.
The old demon noticed my wretched condition and chuckled at my misfortune. Angered by his laughter, I picked up a rock from the corner, intent on ending the old demon's suffering myself.
However, the demon moved his finger, and dark black flames engulfed the stone I was holding. I quickly dropped the stone and the black flames just swallowed the entire stone before disappearing.
I was left in shock and disbelief.
"I am already at death's door," the old demon said, his smile unwavering. "I can see that you've suffered greatly in this accursed realm and are destined to die like a dog. Perhaps fate has brought you here."
I was still trying to comprehend the strange magic the old demon had just used.
"What are you talking about, old man?" I asked.
"I mean that I can lend you my powers so that you can seek your revenge. How does that sound?" he replied.
I regarded him with suspicion,
"And why would you lend me your powers?"
The old demon scoffed,
"As I said, I'm already at death's door. It would be a shame to lose such an ability."
"You mean those black flames?" I asked.
"Yes, the Devouring Chaos," he clarified.
"The Developing Chaos?" I inquired.
"It's called the Devouring Chaos," he corrected me.
"Deboring Chaos?" I still couldn't quite grasp the pronunciation.
"No, it's called- Uh, whatever. Do you want my power or not?" he finally gave up and asked me.
"If it helps me kill those bastards, then yes, I want it," I answered with determination.
The old demon burst into laughter,
"Haha! Great! I'll give it to you then. Come here."
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