"Master, isn't she the top half-blood girl? Is she really joining our hall? This is fantastic news," exclaid Damo, his face lit up with excitent.
Dillion, though slightly more reserved, nodded. "Yes, she's undeniably strong, but she's been having so issues with us recently."
"What! You an that incident? Well, you can't really judge soone solely by their flaws. I heard she stood up to those bullies," retorted Damo, his enthusiasm unwavering. "Master, we should definitely try to recruit her."
Although Ery maintained a fa?ade of silence, internally, he battled with a storm of emotions, eagerly anticipating the chance to finally et this mysterious girl. Despite Herorgar's conspicuous avoidance, Ery managed to glean morsels of information about her from Nyx and VIA.
Reports indicated a puzzling anomaly in her records. The girl nad Shura was purportedly older and possessed only a legendary rank serpent bloodline, which ans a false identity. Nyx had also noted her surprisingly low profile and clandestine activities, once spotted skulking around Utopia City under the cover of night.
While these revelations might have led others to conclude she harbored ill intentions, Herorgar's endorsent, coupled with Ery's own inner turmoil, urged him to consider otherwise. These enigmatic details only served to deepen his intrigue, fueling his desire to unravel the mysteries surrounding her.
Ery was fully on board with Damo's plan to make a favorable impression on her behalf. However, just as he braced himself for their long-awaited encounter, a sudden shout pierced the air.
"It's you!! The little devil!!"
The shout erupted from Kingrig, the Mayan warrior, his imposing figure accompanied by Ha Ron, brandishing his sword with a nacing intent. "You dare to co here,"
Ery could only stand in stunned silence as he witnessed the brewing confrontation between the two warriors and the?serpent girl.
Her response was calm, almost nonchalant.?"Is this how you welco a guest?" she remarked, her tone tinged with amusent.
"You may choose to fight one of us," Ha Ron demanded.
The girl's response dripped with nonchalance. "I don't feel like fighting today. But if you two insist, don't waste my ti. Both of you can co at simultaneously."
Her words only served to stoke the flas of irritation within them. "Huh! Such arrogance!"
Before the tension could spiral any further, Damo interjected, his voice slicing through the charged atmosphere. "Wait! She truly is our guest."
"Her... really?" Ha Ron echoed, his disbelief echoing through the air, mirrored by the confusion etched across Kingrig's face.
Ery, sensing the need to diffuse the mounting hostility, stepped forward. His gaze locked with hers, and he extended an invitation. "Co inside," he said gently, gesturing for her to enter the hall.
Surprisingly, the mont Ery stepped into view, the girl's previous aura of arrogance seed to dissipate, replaced by a genuine smile that illuminated her radiant beauty. It was a sudden transformation that caught everyone off guard, effectively diffusing the tension.
"What is going on..." murmured those present, their confusion palpable.
Ery guided her to his private corner room, strategically positioned to offer a picturesque view of the yard through its open window. As if welcoming such an important guest, Ery instinctively assud the role of a gracious host, preparing a pot of hot tea using his old master's cherished teapots and cups.
From a distance, Damo observed the unfolding scene with a mixture of admiration and surprise. He marveled at how much effort his master was putting into recruiting this girl; he had never seen such gestures of hospitality from any other acolyte. Intrigued, the other acolytes soon joined Damo in watching from afar, silently observing the unfolding encounter.
Ery's hospitality seed to have a profound effect on Shinta. The once-confident girl now appeared sowhat subdued as they sat across from each other, savoring the warmth of the tea in the tranquil atmosphere of the hall. Despite the initial tension, a comfortable silence settled between them as they shared this mont of unexpected connection.
"Are you here to have a look at the hall?" Ery inquired, his tone suggesting he was more than willing to offer her a tour of the place.
As Shinta savored the tranquility of the mont, she responded with a hint of hesitation, "Uu.. hm.. well, I think all the halls look the sa."
"True... Are you here to speak with then?"
Shinta's mind wrestled with conflicting emotions, her nervousness was palpable. "Well... no... Why would I want to... I an, I didn't co specifically to speak with you, ...mister."
"I... see," Ery murmured, a flicker of confusion crossing his features as he took a sip of the hot tea.
Another awkward silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken tension.
In an attempt to break the ice, Ery ventured, "I've actually visited Ouroboros City before,"
"You... you did?... When?" Shinta's curiosity piqued, her eyes widening with genuine interest.
"Quite a long ti ago, actually. I was still in the academy then, just a few years older than you are right now," Ery shared, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia as a smile danced across his lips, hinting at the fondness of his mories.
Shinta began to relax a little, her curiosity now piqued. With a smile of her own, she asked, "Just that ti?"
"No, no," Ery replied, shaking his head. "A few tis, actually. Once, I even spent quite a while there... Unfortunately, much of the mory seems like a blur right now."
This admission only served to heighten Shinta's curiosity, and she leaned forward, her interest evident in her expression. "Why? Is it not a good mory?"
There was sothing in her look and her voice that seed to compel Ery to share. If he didn't know better, Ery would have thought she used so kind of enhancent on him.
Ery paused for a mont, allowing a part of a mory he had long tried to bury to resurface within him. As it played in his mind, recalling the ti he spent in Ouroboros, all was flooded with mories of her.
"No… it's a good mory."
Despite the faint smile that played on his lips, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of deep sadness within him.
This revelation seed to deeply affect Shinta, and Ery added, "Unfortunately... I was unwell. I couldn't rember most of the ti I was there," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret as he released a heavy sigh.
As Ery turned back to face the girl, he was taken aback to see a tear trickling down her cheek. The girl was trembling, and her voice quivered as she spoke.
"Is that... why... you don't rember ?"
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