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~~~(POV: Saliandra Orvello)~~~

~~~(Location: Outside the city near a river)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:19 AM)~~~

Cera hasn't caught a single fish since we started, and I can see it's getting to him. It doesn't help that I've caught four since I started.

"How is it there going to your line instead of mine? They're right next to each other. Are they racists against Angels or something?

" His sense of humor needs some work, but it's improved since we've been together.

I scoot closer to him and lean my head on his shoulder. Sitting while fishing is more practical than standing.

"Maybe you'd have better luck diving in and getting one by hand...

" My little joke gets a chuckle out of him. He kisses the top of my head. My line starts to wiggle, and I straighten up while reeling in my line.

Cera is right over my shoulder, watching as I skillfully bring in the fish. I give one last pull, and the fish comes out of the water with the line.

"That makes five. You're never going to catch up. I didn't know someone can struggle so much at something so easy.

" My small jab at his pride makes him mockingly place a hand over his heart.

It's nice to see that he isn't good at everything he does, as bad as that is to say.

"Maybe if I had a better teacher, I'd have caught one by now...

" The whisper of a sentence is almost missed, but I hear it regardless. I reach over and pinch his cheek. Even though it isn't painful, he acts like it's hurting him. I grab the fish and take it off the line.

He takes it and places it in his Inventory where the other four are.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that you'll get at least one before we have to head back. The play isn't starting till 6:30, so we'll keep trying for a couple more hours.

" Knowing him, he'll want to do something he's good at after this. I snuggle next to him as I finish casting out my line.

It's a little colder here near the river. I'm shivering a little, and I'm too embarrassed to ask him for something to help keep me warm. I move closer and try to get as much heat from him as I can.

"You're cold, aren't you?

" His look is a knowing smile that has a teasing angle to it. I blush as I look away. In the next second, he's wrapping one of his wings around me.

Before I can tell him someone might see us, he kisses me to stop my voice from coming out. He pulls away and chuckles at my shocked face.

"Don't worry. We're far enough away from the city that we don't have to worry about being seen.

" His confident voice and attitude reinforce me to trust him. I can't help myself from worrying.

~~~(POV: Saintess Lucy)~~~

~~~(Location: City of Wendore, fighting monsters)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:47 AM)~~~

My sword cuts through a Grey Hermonculus with ease, and I spin to see my troops fending off the coming attack. This battle has been a long one, and the number of monsters is astonishing. I've lost 1200 good soldiers in this siege. The lost city of Wendore is almost ours again, and we can rescue the females that have been kept here.

If there are any left, that is, it's not easy, being a woman in this world... I duck under a claw as it breezes past me, and it leaves me an opening to attack the Mantis Man, another monster in the monster horde we're fighting in this war. I slice up the center of his body, and he falls with a sickening crack and a smell that'd make onions cry.

I leap back and near my soldiers, helping them the best I can.

"Don't falter now! This is the last of them!

" One of the commanders in the group shouts out, and everyone cheers as the battle continues. Wendore is a smaller city, and we don't need a big detachment to retake the city. The force I've brought with me is 15000 strong.

Having to tell the families of the 1200 that have died is a thought I don't like. I won't be telling them personally, but it's a thought I don't like. The fight continues for another 10 minutes, and the last of the monster forces in this area are wiped out. Many sit down or take a knee for a breather. My return to the command camp is my priority, so no rest for me right now.

It takes me some time to reach the camp, but I make it. There are wounded and sick already being taken care of from past encounters before reaching Wendore.

"Saintess Lucy!

" I turn towards the familiar voice, and I see one of my friends, Lady Heather. She's an important healer and agreed to join us on this expedition to retake some of the smaller cities.

She runs up and hugs me. I've known her since we were kids, and she's the sister I never had.

"I heard the reports about the battle... I'm sorry for all the lives that have been lost...

" She apologizes even though it's not even remotely close to her fault. The comfort of her words is little, and I'm beginning to understand why Alexander is retiring.

She pulls away, and I notice the blood and grime on her. She's been working hard herself. Everyone is integral in a battle, but healers and medics play certain importance that is hard to compare to others.

"Yeah... This battle has cost us a lot... I'm sorry, but I need to speak to the church...

" Her smile turns into a solemn one, understanding what I need to do.

Responsibilities come first during these times. I walk past her towards my personal tent. I close the tent flap and head for the table. I sit down in one of the chairs and take a deep breath. I lean my body forward and lower my head. I run my fingers through my hair and try to take just a few seconds to relax. The hologram of Alexander appears, and I dart my head up.

His emotions are becoming easier to read every time I see him. He's stressed out himself. The council must be hectic right now.

"I won't take up much time. Just tell me if you've taken Wendore back...

" I slowly nod my head once, and he smiles.

"You're doing great. Take some time to rest...

" The hologram shuts off, and my body falls into complete exhaustion.

I don't even bother getting up from the chair and heading to my bed. While the commanders and General will take care of everything without me, I still need to be ready if they need me. I tilt my head back against the chair and look at the ceiling of the tent. The warmth of the fire in the woodstove is warming my numb body.

Today's battle was in freezing temperatures. While we were affected by the cold, so were the monsters. Everyone was at a disadvantage.

"Saintess Lucy...

" Heather's voice comes from the entrance of the tent, and I turn to see her. She waits for permission to come in, and I do so with a smile and a wave of my hand.

She walks over to my chair and sits in the one across from me.

"If you want... I can heal any injures you may have sustained... Even might help with exhaustion...

" There are men out there that need her help far more than me. I shake my head, and I watch her poutful expression.

"Too bad! I'm doing it anyway!!

" She holds her hands out and starts using her healing magic.

The warmth and energy spread through my body, helping aches and bruises. As she heals me, my eyes slowly close. Sleep is taking me, and I don't have the will to fight it. Hopefully, they won't need me for anything for a couple of hours.

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/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.

Slayer (Zern) Lvl.193

Exp: 3

/100%

Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)

Stats Strength - 7095Endurance - 7045Dexterity - 7215Speed - 8240Focus - 19,660

Mana aura control: 6

/100%

Health: 76,560,000,000

/76,560,000,000 Mana: 216,600,000,000

/216,600,000,000

Stat Points: 30 Armor rating: 500

Inventory Dice of Wayland (Divine) Hardened Tree sap Armor (Very Rare) The Witness (Legendary Sword) Fenrir's Whistle (Divine) Sally's Dresses 5x Camping gear Food Rations 4x Dried meat 4x Fishing poles 2x Fish 5x

Passive Perks

Inheritor of the Sword Son of Heaven Slayer of Evil Holy Willow Trees Savior Finder of Legends The Divine who has Legend Destined for Greatness Dungeon Diver An Overachiever

Active Skills

Heavens light Lvl.59 325

/5900 Protected by Heaven Lvl.59 225

/5900 Slash Lvl.77 4600

/130000 Parry Lvl.53 80

/5300 Double Strike N

/A Kingslayer N

/A Raging Machine N

/A Winged Glory Angelic Flight Divine Pressure Exertion Divinity Pulse Controled Fun