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翼 “ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ... の あ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ る 巫 ...ʀɪɢʜᴛ?" 女 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 #𝘔𝘝𝘙𝘗

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨 [Starter for @OathOfTheKing] “Another new world.” A lone woman mutters upon finding herself transmigrating to yet another new world. She still has yet to begin tracking down the cause of these transmigrations but she was used to them by now. She dusted off her pristine white dress-like robes and gave a glance to the land around her. She was standing on the side of a large dirt path, a vast meadow stretching to the horizons in all directions. It seemed to be a major path for travel as horse drawn wagons and carts passed by her in both directions. It seemed the people riding upon the beasts and transports didn’t notice the sudden appearance of the woman, but her unique clothes did earn her some curious glances. None of them stopped to question her or offer a ride, however. “How rude. They’re just going to let a pretty girl stand on the side of the road?” She puffed out a cheek at the affront, conveniently ignoring the fact that she couldn’t fight off simply fly if she felt like it. Or perhaps she wasn’t ignoring it but choosing not to resort to her own means of transportation. A new world meant a new dynamic. Maybe seeing a woman flying around was outrageous, perhaps even illegal or something ostracized witches did. Violet shook her head at the thought. She didn’t want to draw needless attention to herself until she had more information about where she had been taken to. “I suppose walking never killed anyone.” She summoned her ornate magical scepter for both protection and use as a walking stick. Eyeing up the wagons, she saw what appeared to be a merchant caravan and began to walk in the direction it was traveling, trusting it would lead her to a village or town.

Apathy.xn--6ii I’ll do my best to go to the starter and replies I owe when I wake up.

“You misunderstand, Miss Avenger. My magic may be Light and Holy, but that’s after the MP, or what you call Mana, is infused. On its own, MP has no element. My understanding of these contracts is that the Master feeds Mana directly to their Servant. So I wouldn’t be feeding you Radiance, just pure Mana.” It occurred to Violet that she would need to explain the mechanics she carried over from Illusory World. If she were to be honest, it had taken her a while to understand how game mechanics translated into a real world, but with the understanding she had now, she was confident she could dissuade Avenger of her worries. “If that’s still not satisfactory, there really isn’t much else I can offer besides making a party together and offering my power as Support.” What a head scratching conundrum this was turning out to be. Unconventional solutions weren’t volunteering themselves in her mind at the moment, she’d have to learn more about Avenger to gain a better understanding of how this Saint Graph worked. Perhaps if she could create a copy via the Kabbalah and take her time experimenting on it…

Violet didn’t flinch away from the beer contact. Yet neither did she lean into it. The priestess remained still and stable, giving off an air as though she was completely in control of the situation, that if anything went awry she would have an appropriate reaction to it. “I said it before, didn’t I? Due to a special circumstance, my mana is, in the most literal meaning. without limit. How ever much you need or 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 is irrelevant. Take whatever amount you wish, Miss Avenger, I’d still have vastly more to spare.” Violent’s head turned to Avenger, those unique cross shaped pupils revealing no deception or undue boast. She wasn’t one to embellish the details for the sake of vanity. What she said is precisely what she meant. “Of course, to my understanding, the catch is that we would have to agree to a contract, no? I cannot simply hand my mana away without such a connection between us, even if I could be persuaded to do so.” A tiny smirk graces her lips, betraying her intention. The sly priestess was leveraging Avenger’s approach, her expressed desire for greater power, for the mana the Deity could provide, into a deal between them that would return a benefit to Violet: a powerful frontline fighter that would free herself up to perform her support role properly. After all, a solo player alone made not a proper party.

“If the issue is the fact you are one of these Servants, I don’t think it would be a problem at all. I did once form a contract with one named Saber. She’s long gone by now, but there didn’t seem to be any compatibility issues between us. I daresay my mana pool was to her liking.” Although her knowledge was admittedly limited when it came to these otherworldly heroes, Violet’s first run as a Master had given her quite a bit of insight to how a Master’s mana could benefit a Servant. Considering that since those days her mana was essentially unlimited now… “I wonder if that’s the right route to go down with you, Miss Avenger. Despite my earlier demonstration, the Priestess class is ill suited for solo combat. Being a Support class, I perform much better when someone else does the fighting. You seem to be quite strong and capable, I posit that a partnership between us would be most beneficial. At the very least, the mana I could provide should grant you quite a boon, and I do possess a few spells that can temporarily increase your stats.” She laid out the idea forming in her mind as she spoke it aloud. If simply giving power was out of the question due to certain incompatibilities, why not give Avenger the energy source and battle support instead?

“Saint Graph? No, nevermind, that’s not important right now.” Violet muttered, her interest clearly hooked by the mention of a term she didn’t recognize. However, the priestess discarded the interest as quick as it came, keeping her attention on the primary matter at hand. What did she have from Illusory World that could help someone from outside the game? Would creating a simple skill tree for Avenger, like she once did for Queen Lilya, suffice? Perhaps not. It was then that something that had been staring Violet in the face since Avneger introduced herself finally clicked in the priestess’s mind. “Hang on… Avenger? You said to call you Avenger, did you not? Would that be the same as those other class names I was taught about not long ago? Saber, Archer, Caster, and the like?” If that was the case and ‘Avenger’ referred to this woman’s class, then that would make her… “Miss Avenger, tell me truthfully please. Are you one of those Heroic Spirits I’ve been taught about?”

Apathy.xn--6ii Replies today. Sorry to the two I’ve kept waiting.

Such guarded hostility. Curious as she was for the deeper story, Violet knew better than to pry when Avenger was giving very clear warnings otherwise. “I see. That’s more than enough information, Miss Avenger. More importantly, you’re seeking power because you’re unsatisfied with the level you’re at now. That’s a surprisingly common reason to seek power.” A finger and thumb came to rest upon her chin, a pensive expression on her face whilst mulling the situation over. “There are a few ways I could make you stronger. I have a couple of spells that boosts one’s stats. I could crate a skill tree for you. If you became my disciple, I could lend you access to the spells and magic I have, although you’re adverse to Radiance, so perhaps that would be incompatible.” She listed off various ways she could grant Avenger’s wish, but why should she do all the work? It was Avenger who wanted the power. “Or perhaps you have an idea of how you’d gain greater power from me that you care to share, Miss Avenger.”

“It’s not the only unfair thing I can use, but as a demonstration, it’s one of the three best options I have.” Seeing as Jeanne confirmed there would be no hostility, Violet relaxed. She snapped her fingers, dispelling the avater of herself, while descending to stand on the ground again. Her wings vanished as well, returning her to the appearance of a simple priestess. “You had me go through the effort of a demonstration, so I believe I’ve earned an answer as a reward for my hard work. You didn’t ask me to do all this just to admire my power. You’re seeking power for something. What is it that you want? Answer honestly now, I might be willing to grant or help with whatever it is you’re after.” Violet couldn’t help be a bit demanding when she wanted, hands planted on her hips, staring up at the woman with an insistent gaze. She might’ve had infinite time to spend but that didn’t mean she liked wasting any of it. “You said something about seeing if my power deserves to be compared to someone else, which tells me there’s a backstory you’re keeping from me. Not only that, you bristle a little at the fact my magic is of the compound Radiant element. Who are you?” She began to press questions upon the woman, her curiosity leaking through her neutral demeanor. If there was something afoot here, in the way of an adventure or mystery, Violet simply had to investigate and be a part of it.

Sharp eyes and ears caught everything. The minute flexes of the muscles in Jeanne’s face as they tightened. The sharpened edge to her voice when she spoke. It piqued Violet’s interest a little. ‘𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.' A brow raises when Violet heared Jeanne’s challenge. “You want to see what I can do when I don’t hold back? Are you challenging me to a fight or asking for a demonstration? I’m not interested in the former, unless you’re going to insist upon it.” Her own question was rhetorical. She had a spell in mind to use as both a demonstration and preparation if the woman wanted a fight. “Oh well. I wasn’t doing anything important right now anyway. I can humor you for a while. Do bear in mind that you demanded I hold nothing back, so you can’t cry about it afterwards.” She pointed a finger at Jeanne, pushing all liability for whatever may occur onto her as punishment for her insistence. Her warning given, Violet took wing, rising high into the skies above. “Don’t worry, I’m not running away. I needed some room for this, so try to watch without being blinded, for [𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭]” Light blue eyes glowed with golden light. Multiple circular glyphs came into existence as though etched upon the air itself and then a pillar of light ascends through the center of the tower of glyphs. The initial pillar of light begins to expand and change shape, molding into a perfect replica of the priestess, yet possessing key differences. The most notable among these differences were six golden wings fanning out behind the Radiant avatar. Ten halos formed a ring behind the head of the avatar. But perhaps the most obvious and first noticeable different between the avatar and her caster was the size. The avatar was colossal. Not merely ‘Oh wow, she’s taller.’ It was simply monolithic, a single forearm spanning Violet’s entire body. The avatar moves, those massive arms crossing before Violet as if to embrace and shield her. “I hope this is enough of a demonstration, but if it was a fight you sought, allow me to explain this spell to dissuade any such foolhardy notions. This is the Tenth Tier spell [I Am Light]. As you can see, it creates an avatar of me, isn’t that cute? However, there is more to her than my beauty. While this avatar exists in this world, I become immune to all forms of conventional damage. It won’t be easy to deal with her, though, considering she possesses double my HP pool, instantly refills my spent Mana, although that part isn’t an issue for me anymore. She has her own spells and agency to fight my enemies with. And then there’s still me to deal with. You may consider it cheating to turn a 1v1 into a 2v1, but that’s not really my problem.” With the explanation given, Violet falls silent, giving Jeanne a chance to analyze the spell and speak.