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~~~(POV: 1st princess of the Elven Kingdom, Olisandra Oryzox)~~~

~~~(Location: Elven Captial City, Greshina)~~~

~~~(Time: 7:15 PM)~~~

Mother is on a warpath right now. The Border hasn't been breached in many centuries, and this leads to the obvious conclusion. A very powerful person has entered our lands that aren't one of our own. Someone that isn't to be trifled with, and now there is panic coming from my mother and the council, and I don't blame them.

The meeting room is filled to the brim with our best warriors and any other important nobles. THe Orvello Family has even decided to show up, and this is the second time in my 450 years long life I've ever seen a member of their family this close to the royal capital. The head of the Orvello family is sitting close to my mother.

Zaenera Orvello has a reputation of being shrewd and callous and one of the best strategic minds that have ever graced Gaia.

"I want to know how the hell an entire 40 hole was blasted through our borders!?

" Her question is directed at the scientific head of our country. He's not the most talkative person, but his mind is always working on some problem.

He holds the many reports he's collected, and he slides them across the table for everyone's viewing. I take a copy off the table and start reading myself.

"As you can tell, an incredibly powerful fire spell was used to literally melt through the magical enchantments and ancient Elven metal.

" I've never heard of a fire spell like that before.

The room is silent as he takes a breath to continue the explanation since there have been no questions too far.

"We've deduced that this fire attack spell comes from a powerful class and is exclusive to it and that only leaves a select few options from what we know so far.

" That's a great place to start, but I doubt we'll get any names.

People with powerful classes are great at hiding themselves. The new people that I've read about are even better at it.

"If you had to guess, Helixixs. Who or what would you say had the class strong enough to deal with this?

" My mother's question is a simple one, and the man takes out a separate list and starts to look through it one more time.

My mother's impatience is quite obvious, but he looks back up, and he takes a small breath.

"From recent announcements from humanities churches, there is one class that popped up some time ago that has the strength needed.

" He lays the paper down and slides it over to mom.

"The Phoenix Legendary Class. We don't know who has it, though.

" That's bad... Very bad...

~~~(POV: Ashburn)~~~

~~~(Location: Heading to Helda's Remote Safehouse, Elven Kingdom)~~~

~~~(Time: 7:48 PM)~~~

The whole day of travel has seen that I've covered a lot of ground, and I should be arriving in the morning. There isn't that much to say to Helda after I meet her again. She's a pretty cold individual and doesn't like talking for long periods of time. I don't blame that either. I prefer a lack of words to an excess of words. Some people just don't know how to shut up.

I've become much stronger since the last time I saw her, and despite the temporary retirement I'm enjoying, I'm looking forward to seeing what she has planned. My eyes turn up towards the night sky, and my ears twitch slightly. I hear something deep in the forest, but nothing that's close enough to perceive me and attack me.

It almost sounds like the burning of something, but I'm not in the mood to see what it is. The types of monsters out in those woods are dangerous and powerful and are only held back by the powerful enchantments that hold things away from the cities. It's suicide not to stick to the paths. You have to be extremely powerful to stay alive at night.

~~~(POV: Jasmine)~~~

~~~(Location: Remote Safehouse, Elven Kingdom)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:08 PM)~~~

I can't get enough of this night sky, and the temperature is perfect to be out this late. It's not too cold, and it's not too hot. Hailey is sitting next to me, and she's in a better mood after getting to vent her frustrations about Cera to... Well... Cera... She didn't hold anything back, and Cera didn't react in any way. It's like a ritual with them.

When Cera does something that pisses Hailey off, he lets her vent her anger about it. sometimes he even makes it worse by adding insults.

"He's so **ing lucky he's my brother... I would've loved to wipe that grin off his face!!

" She grows from a whisper to a scream at the end of that sentence. There has been a subject that I've been avoiding with Hailey. One important to me.

It involves her connection to Cera, and since Cera is The Son of Arch-Angel Michael, that means she has a special place in the hierarchy of power in this world. I can't be sure that she's an angel similar to Cera, but her immense power and class explain that she's connected. This is all too confusing to me, and I think leaving it alone is the best thing I can do...

~~~(POV: Hailey Adamo)~~~

~~~(Location: Remote Safehouse, Elven Kingdom)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:14 PM)~~~

That smug asshole will get what's coming to him after all these years, and nothing is going to stop that from happening. I'll make sure that I get him back for every cheap shot he's dealt me! Now, what's the best way I can wound his pride? There has to be something that's clearly obvious... A good insult about his manhood might work!

Wait... That wouldn't work. Not only is it weird, I can infer from how much Sally loved it that it's probably rather splendid... Ugh, enough of that... Something else then...

"Hailey, can I ask you something that doesn't really make sense?

" My thoughts of exacting revenge are interrupted by a depressed Jasmine, and I focus on her instead of my problems.

She doesn't really get this way without reason, and she's not that much a talker when it comes to her problems. She sees me nod my head as I place my hand on her back as we sit on the porch enjoying the night.

"How do the player's system and classes work? Why is it so different from us?

" That's a big rabbit hole, and I don't know if I can answer those questions, but I'll try.

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

~~~(Location: Remote Safehouse, Elven Kingdom)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:28 PM)~~~

My embarrassment from early hasn't died down a bit... I was hoping that no one would acknowledge what we did last night and how long we did it... I didn't realize that I kept everyone up last night from all my noises... I just want to curl up and die! I've never been so humiliated in my life! This is way worse than when we were in Border City!

Cera is sitting next to me as he looks over towards Helda and Melimora, but it's no longer a mental chess game with them. It's a silence that isn't filled with a tense vibe.

"Do you have a plan about how to get into the capital once we get the potions from the dungeon?

" Helda's sudden question causes Cera to raise his eyebrow.

He leans forward slightly and grab a snack off the table, and quickly eats it.

"I've been brainstorming some ideas, but the best approach seems to be a silent one. If we go blazing in there and have disregard for any innocent lives, we'll be no better than the royalty poisoning your country.

" He's right to be concerned about that. We don't want innocent civilians to be involved.

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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 8x Festival Garbs 2x

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