"You should hurry up and improve your status to make the expedition go more smoothly. If your skill is still effective, we might be able to end the current situation where the expedition always results in losses."
The skill Riveria was referring to was the description of Hymn to Spring.
Noah's luck wasn't apparent before, but yesterday on the way back, Riveria, carrying a huge amount of magic stones and drop items, realized just how lucky he was. In short, for one reason or another, Noah was kicked out of the dining hall by Riveria, who ordered him to get back to the Dungeon.
"Oh right, bring Ais along too. Let her be a supporter, so she won't cause any trouble."
Riveria's reminder made Noah realize, "Oh right, where is Ais?" At this moment, in the central tower of the Twilight Manor.
Loki, who had been forcibly jolted awake from her blissful dream of Ouranos serving wine, Hera washing her feet, and Freya massaging her back by Ais and fell silent as she looked at the data on the paper in her hand.
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Ais Wallenstein
Level 1
Strength: B770
Endurance: B712
Dexterity: A850
Agility: A870
Magic: I0
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Knowing that Ais had entered the Dungeon and fought fiercely half a month ago, even battling the Black Wyvern whose potential was estimated to be Level 4, Loki was not surprised by this level of growth.
The only problem lay below...
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Magic:
[Ariel]
- Chasing the wind
- Spirit power response
- Mana Resonance
Skills:
[Avenger]
- Affection and longing for the loved one, increases overall strength
- When fighting to protect and surpass one's aspirations, all basic abilities are boosted
- Strong resistance to mental pollution
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Watching Ais leave with a satisfied expression, Loki trembled as she took off her nightcap. Then she discovered it was green!
"Noah!!!"
...
On this day, Airmid got up earlier than usual and began processing various materials and making potions.
As the city's premier medical type Familia, the Dian Cecht Familia acquires and processes a large amount of materials every day to prepare potions. Although Airmid isn't very good at negotiating prices with adventurers, she has already shown extraordinary talent in potion preparation.
Even if the same materials are used, the same steps are taken, and the same amount of time is spent making the same potion, the one made by Airmid herself will be superior to others in terms of effectiveness and quality.
The barrier of talent is a disheartening thing. It is foreseeable that Airmid will eventually become the best pharmacist in the Familia, or even the best in Orario. Therefore, it is now certain that she will surpass many of the old members of the Familia and take over as the captain of the Dian Cecht Familia.
Fortunately, this prospective captain is not someone the members of the Familia would dislike. Although she often points out the mistakes of others but her appearance softens people's hearts.
More importantly, Airmid not only points out the mistakes of others, but is even stricter with herself. Despite possessing astonishing talent, she didn't slack off at all; instead, she worked even harder. In this situation, being corrected by her doesn't make them feel ashamed; on the contrary, they feel convinced.
Sure enough, when many members arrived at the pharmacy after washing up and having breakfast, they found that Airmid was already at the front desk doing the most tedious initial processing of materials in the potion preparation process.
Judging from the amount of material, Airmid had probably been working for quite some time. With such a captain, how could the Dian Cecht Familia not prosper!
Just as the group members were marveling at the situation, Airmid, whom they praised for her diligence, suddenly became stiff all over...she had accidentally crushed a precious herb while lost in thought.
It's broken again... This cannot be ground directly...it needs to be boiled until dissolved...
Quietly glancing around, Airmid made sure no one was watching before skillfully sweeping the debris into the nearby pile of rubble and burying it, driven by a strong sense of guilt. After successfully destroying the evidence, Airmid patted her chest, which was completely flat under her white robes, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As autumn deepens, the morning air is bitterly cold, with frost and snow remnants visible everywhere on the streets and corners. Even the rising sun cannot completely dispel this chill. Whether for the purpose of preserving materials and potions or to provide a stable environment for patients, the Pharmacy has stringent requirements for maintaining a stable internal temperature.
Therefore, at the very beginning, the Familia spent a huge amount of money to build a magic stone heating system that could surround the entire building, ensuring that the interior was warm in winter and cool in summer. However, by sitting near the street, Airmid also avoided the chill.
If we were to ask why she insisted on being here...
Her brilliantly colored eyes gazed out of the shop, sweeping across the crowds on Daedalus Street with a hint of resentment, trying to spot a familiar silver-haired figure.
Why isn't he here yet? Didn't we agree that he has to come here for a check-up every time he finishes a adventure?
A pure white scarf, so plain it could easily be mistaken for a pillowcase, covered her cheeks. Airmid inhaled its faint fragrance and was lost in memories.
When and why did she start to care about that person?
Was it because the phrase fighting is for protection resolved her inner turmoil?
Or was it because of his terrifying old wounds?
Or perhaps it's Noah's performance during treatment...
It is truly astonishing that he remained unfazed while undergoing treatment involving breaking and reconnecting muscles in his thighs, arms, and even lumbar vertebrae without any anesthesia.
But what if he refused the anesthetic because he resists the taste of potions like a child? Is it maturity or naivety?
Even Airmid never expected to encounter such a patient. The treatment she thought would be troublesome ended easily, and the follow up care she thought would be simple almost made her lose her temper.
This guy is seventeen years old, right?! And he's still afraid of taking potions? He only drinks potions when they're served with candy or dessert! Where did this guy come from? Even a seven year old in Orario wouldn't be this childish!
Besides that, he even tried to escape several times, and after being caught, he complained that she was a nagging old woman.
At that moment, Airmid felt the blood vessels on both sides of her forehead throb, and she was on the verge of exploding.
I wish I could kick him out of the Pharmacy as soon as possible, or even Orario, and never see him again for the rest of my life.
However, after Noah was picked up from the hospital by Riveria, the girl was still a little worried. Despite her decision not to see him again, Airmid couldn't help but imagine Noah's body covered in wounds once more in her mind.
Judging from his previous wounds, he must have experienced many brutal battles where he risked his life, and he didn't even have any teammates he could trust, so his injuries couldn't be properly treated.
Is it pity? Or curiosity? Or perhaps heartache?
In short, Airmid felt an irrepressible urge to keep the boy, who was much older than her and belonged to another Familia, under her care.
...Just consider it as upholding my honor as a healer!
After all, he was the first patient for whom she had developed and implemented a treatment plan entirely on her own. If he were to run into the Dungeon and get himself killed, my reputation would likely be affected! 'Could it be that the little girl didn't fully heal him, leaving hidden injuries that led to his death?' Even if only one in ten thousand people would have this thought, Airmid would absolutely not allow it!
More importantly...
Breathing in the faint fragrance of the scarf, Airmid couldn't help but squint her eyes like a kitten being petted by its owner, her expression somewhat intoxicated.
Over the past two weeks, Noah had experienced various changes in his body while receiving treatment. Perhaps even Noah himself was not as aware of this as Airmid, who personally provided the treatment and care.
While it's not uncommon for adventurers to experience physical changes after receiving a Falna, these changes typically only involve improvements in physique such as strength, eyesight, and stamina.
Airmid is certain that the extent to which Noah's body underwent such changes is extremely rare, and may even be a unique case. It felt similar to Chienthropes transforming into beasts under the moonlight... perhaps it should be called bloodline awakening?
Airmid was not yet clear about the impact of that change. But for her right now, what she needed to focus on most is the fragrance coming from Noah!
This fragrance doesn't give people the intense pleasure that makes them almost lose their minds like some divine wines or incense. Instead, it makes people feel refreshed, clear headed, and improves their learning and work efficiency. It even makes sleeping much more comfortable.
But that's precisely its most dangerous aspect!
Whether Airmid likes it or not, she has to admit that she had now been somewhat influenced by Noah's scent! After getting used to that fragrance, being without it would inevitably leave her feeling listless, unable to muster any interest in anything, and even causing frequent insomnia at night...
What the heck is this? A legendary succubus? He doesn't seem like one!
In short, even Airmid, a doctor, was not spared. One can imagine how many women would be defiled by Noah if he were to target other women!
Noah is definitely going to be a woman's enemy from now on! Therefore, for the sake of the chastity and safety of the women of Orario, I will absolutely keep a close eye on him! Even if it means sacrificing my own...
However, another voice quietly rose in her heart: Oh my, I never thought that you, Airmid, were such a shameless girl... that you were so addicted to it!
No, that's not right! I'm not addicted! I am dedicating myself to the women of Orario!
Airmid, torn between her inner turmoil and her conscience, did not notice several girls entering the Pharmacy and approaching the counter in front of her.
"Airmid? Airmid?"
"Miss Airmid!"
The sound of slamming the table startled Airmid awake, causing her to jump up from her seat. "I don't hug this to sleep!!"