NABC Chapter 141 [The Powers of the First Lord]
Chapter 141 [The Powers of the First Lord]
"Oh, you're awake."
As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt someone enter the room. It was a woman with graceful posture.
'A mentor.'
She changed out of her uniform and into casual clothes; her designer labels were gone, but her demeanor suggested she was very experienced.
Her hands were covered in calluses, and her eyes were sharp and deep.
despair!
"..."
I watched her quietly as her high heels clicked crisply on the ground as she approached step by step.
“I imagine you have a lot of questions on your mind,” she said with a smile, but her eyes held a different glint. Despite her smile, I could see a hint of doubt flickering in her eyes.
'She's very good at hiding her emotions.'
She is experienced and adept at concealing her emotions, but that doesn't mean her emotions can escape my "insight and perception."
"You are now in the treatment room. You encountered quite a bit of trouble in the [B-3] dungeon, but fortunately, a young healer saved you, and you are recovering."
I nodded when I heard her words. I knew this was a standard treatment room, and it wasn't my first time here.
However, one word caught my attention.
'A young therapist?'
Although most of the academy's courses are combat-related, that doesn't mean there are no healers.
Therapists also need training to be effective. And my injuries were far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary therapist.
I frowned, trying to recall the events that had led to my current state.
"what happened?"
As I asked this question, I suddenly remembered the moment I was on the verge of death, when a dazzling light enveloped me. I desperately tried to grasp that light, and it truly helped me.
The mentor's smile remained the same, but this time it was genuine. "You've been saved by a miracle."
As if to emphasize her words, she paused and pointed to the bed next to me.
"This healer, Sylvie, has demonstrated healing abilities beyond the norm. Thanks to her, you are still alive and recovering very well."
After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and magic flowed, causing the curtains to slide open automatically.
As she moved, I saw the figure on the bed next to me.
A girl I know very well was lying there quietly, her chest rising and falling slightly, indicating that she was sleeping peacefully.
Her blonde hair cascaded around her like a halo, highlighting a face that could only be described as a work of art.
'Sylvie.'
Her delicate features, smooth skin, and the innocent aura she exuded made her exceptionally charming.
'Hmm? Charming?'
I quickly became aware of some of my reactions. My thoughts drifted involuntarily to a place I wouldn't normally think about.
I couldn't help but be drawn to this scene. A tranquil energy emanated from her, bringing a sense of peace to the room.
'Really?'
She seemed to possess an ethereal beauty that could not only heal physical wounds but also touch the depths of the soul.
The mentor said with admiration, "It was Sylvie, the therapist who saved you. Her abilities are extraordinary, even surpassing the level of therapists we've seen at the academy."
My mentor's words and the scene I had just witnessed made it clear to me what had happened.
'She awakened her talent.'
[The Powers of the First Lord]
This is her innate talent, something only one person in the world can possess. This will be the reason she becomes a saintess in the future, and one of the reasons she becomes a [Venerable One].
Even so, the power is currently dormant, and should theoretically remain so. But now, it has awakened.
This incident was supposed to occur at the end of the college's first year.
This will cause trouble.
The awakening of power is no small matter; some people will inevitably feel its impact.
“You are very lucky,” the mentor continued, her gaze shifting between Sylvie and me. “Not everyone has the opportunity to be saved by such extraordinary talent. Morse, you should feel fortunate.”
'You're really lucky.'
As I thought about it, I began to recall the chance of being brought to this room, and the therapist who miraculously pulled me back from the brink of death.
I hadn't expected Sylvie to show up, but even so, my situation was extremely serious. Without her, I wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed.
In the worst-case scenario, I might be dead. In the best-case scenario, I would at least lose an arm.
While healing spells and potions have their uses, they also have limitations, and the demonic energy within me is constantly eroding my life.
This is a debt.
Looking at the sleeping girl, she had no idea of the challenges she would face from now on.
However, I will never forget the favors I owe.
If she was the key to saving me, then it also means I was the reason for her awakening. Although this doesn't mean I'm responsible for the difficulties she faces afterward, I still owe her a debt of gratitude, and I will definitely repay it.
“It’s a bit like fate, isn’t it?” the mentor said, his voice thoughtful, his gaze lingering on Sylvie, who was still sleeping peacefully.
I turned my attention back to my tutor and waited for her explanation.
“When I heard that demon contractors might attack the dungeon, I immediately went to find a healer,” she admitted with a slight smile. “And when I went in, I saw her sitting in a corner, with no patients needing treatment.”
As the mentor spoke, she slowly approached Sylvie: "But just now, when I asked the supervisor why Sylvie hadn't treated any of the participants, the answer I received was quite interesting."
"..."
“When dealing with patients, especially severe cases, her condition would become very poor or even break down. The superintendent said this wasn’t the first time it had happened to Sylvie, which was likely due to the effects of her past. And when I entered, she was resting, and her trauma had been triggered.”
I nodded, understanding what she meant. From the beginning, I knew what had happened to Sylvie.
Her backstory has been described in detail; she witnessed an event that left her with deep psychological trauma.
'I never expected this would lead to this outcome.'
“So, in a sense, you could say that a turning point in fate brought her into your life,” the mentor continued, “but fate alone is not enough.”
My supervisor turned to me, his expression turning serious.
“As a hunter, I’ve seen many people who couldn’t overcome their past. But this girl did it, even in her worst state.”
My mentor looked directly at me, as if searching for my understanding. "Morse, why do you think Sylvie was able to overcome her fears when facing her trauma?"
"..."
I didn't answer because I didn't have an answer in the first place. Even in the game, the way Sylvie awakens isn't explicitly shown.
She was supposed to awaken her traits when she returned home after her year at the academy, but as players, we won't see that happen.
But if I had to guess, the answer might be that a certain scene triggered something within her.
"The main reason she was able to overcome her trauma at that crucial moment was because of you."
Upon hearing this, I raised an eyebrow in confusion. This confusion came from the bottom of my heart; I simply couldn't understand it.
Aside from certain specific circumstances, I didn't have much interaction with Sylvie. I did encourage her to better manage her fears, but otherwise, my contact with her was very limited.
"Me? But I only recently met her, how could I possibly have such a big influence on her?"
The mentor explained, "Sylvie was not only bound by a sense of responsibility and her unique abilities, but also driven by genuine emotions. Do you think she could have done it if it had been someone else facing death on the battlefield instead of you?"
Her question made me think deeply.
'really.'
If this incident had been triggered by other students, Sylvie should have awakened her traits much sooner.
“Do you understand? Her feelings for you are different, Morse. I’m not sure about your relationship or your past, but your presence has been a catalyst for her to confront and overcome trauma. Sometimes, a specific person or a major event is needed to unlock our inner potential. Sylvie found that in you.”
I pondered my mentor's words, trying to grasp their deeper meaning. But one thing puzzled me.
Why did she suddenly say all this?
"So, what exactly are you trying to say? Are you trying to imply that there's a connection between us that goes beyond what's on the surface?"
My supervisor stared at me blankly for a while, as if I had asked a very stupid question.
What is this woman doing?
The tutor's expression remained unchanged for a moment, then she sighed helplessly. "Did you genuinely not understand, or were you pretending not to understand?"
I frowned, puzzled. "What did you understand?"
"Ugh……"
My advisor looked at me, sighed deeply, and muttered under his breath, "What a hassle."
call!
Just as the mentor was about to say something more, suddenly, there was a noise from the side.
"Um……"