Gwen was as excited as I was to see the new powers she received from joining my Peerage, so she quickly held out her arm to me and I began reading and writing down the information from her Noble Mark onto a piece of paper I made with magic.
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| Character Status |
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| Name: Gwen Harrow
| Race: Blade Devil
| Level: Low-Class Devil
| Master: Adam Morningstar
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| Stats:
| Strength - i0
| Agility - i0
| Durability - i0
| Magic - i0
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| Demonic Powers: Creativity Magic, Devil Blades.
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[Blade Devil: A Devil with a high affinity for shadows, capable of conjuring and controlling extremely sharp shadow blades, which are controlled telepathically. When destroyed, the daggers release a sonic pulse from the bell in the pit, disorienting nearby enemies.]
“So Gwen became a Blade Devil... that's interesting, it fits well with the power she showed in creating and controlling the daggers.” I thought excitedly.
Even if I could make blades with my power, their durability was extremely low, and there was no way to control the blades I made with my mind. I could only create the object and control it with my hands like a normal person, or a normal Devil?
But with the [Devil Blades] ability I got from Gwen, I felt like I could make much more durable blades at an extremely lower Mana cost!
Curious about this ability, after handing the paper with the information to Gwen, I stretched my hand forward and used my Mana to create a sword identical to the one at my waist.
If I had tried to create this before I had this skill, I would have spent a large portion of my Mana to make a much lower quality copy of the original weapon, but with this power, I couldn't even tell the difference between the two weapons with the naked eye!
Sure, the time that this sword would exist wasn't very long, I felt that it would last at most an hour, but having the resistance of a real sword for an hour, costing much less than a sword I could make before, in addition to being able to be controlled telepathically and having the possibility of being summoned at any time, made the blades made by this skill very useful!
If enemies thought they had disarmed me by taking the only sword I was carrying with me in some situation, they would be surprised by my ability to summon several other swords around me and control them to attack them!
And while I used this skill, I felt that with my current Mana there were two paths I could focus on to increase the damage I would cause.
The first path would be to increase the sharpness and durability of the sword to levels greater than normal swords could have, making the swords I created more lethal than the sword at my waist.
The second path would be to increase the number of swords I would create and use the overwhelming number of weapons to defeat my opponents. Multiple weapons almost as lethal as the one at my waist attacking from all directions would be a terrifying sight for anyone.
Comparing the magical attack methods I was using, considering how much Mana I spent to deal X amount of damage to enemies, with the [Devil Blades], I could deal the same damage while spending much less Mana!
Looking at the extremely sharp sword floating in front of me, Varen was shocked by this and almost started drooling, trying to use his Mana to replicate a sword like that using [Creativity Magic] and failing.
“Damn, Master, I also want to be able to use cool blades like that to attack...” He said frustratedly.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.
Knowing the insecurity Varen showed when he first read his skill, I shook my head and calmed him down. "Don't worry about it, Varen, even if Gwen's skill is better offensively, everyone will have a use in my Peerage. Even though she has pure attack magic, with the support that [Devil Whisper] can provide during combat and especially outside of combat, it will help us a lot.“
Varen was still a little uncertain, so I continued. ”If it weren't for [Devil Whisper], I would have had a much harder time waking Gwen up and bringing her back to consciousness, not to mention the distractions it can cause to enemies during battles. Don't feel bad about your power, the [Devil Whisper] is not weak at all, and don't forget, you are still only a Low-Class Devil. When your power reaches that of a High-Class Devil, you will be able to cause much more destructive attacks than this just by using your unique power or [Creativity Magic]."
Hearing what I said, Varen was able to see this and became more confident. “Thank you, Master. It's not that I'm ungrateful for the power you've given me, but for a moment I felt that [Devil Whisper] might not be as useful as Gwen's ability...”
Nodding to him, I turned my attention back to Gwen, who was amazed by the information, alternating between reading the strange magical letters on the paper that she had never seen before but understood perfectly, and playing around with creating and controlling daggers.
During our battle, she hadn't done any of that consciously, so doing it again using her own power apparently felt different to her.
Giving her a few minutes to familiarize herself with the new devil features, when she finally calmed down we returned to the inn.
Arriving at the inn, despite it being relatively late at night, Talia was waiting for us with a hot pot of soup.
A few other adventurers and normal people were scattered around the hall, some passed out drunk, others melancholic, others just drinking and enjoying the silence.
“I figured you'd be hungry.” She commented as she looked at Gwen with a little guilt.
And she was right.
Gwen ate all the soup Talia made for the three of us, all by herself!
When she realized she had eaten everything and left nothing for us, she was so embarrassed that you couldn't tell the difference between the red hair on her head and how red her embarrassed face had turned.
Gwen covered her face with her hands, her cheeks as red as her red hair. “I... I ate everything!” she muttered, her voice choked with embarrassment. “I'm sorry, guys, I don't know what came over me!” She cringed in her chair with her eyes down, as if she wanted to disappear.
‘Her new body is taking its toll on her,’ I thought, analyzing the situation. ‘Becoming a Devil requires energy, but over time it will diminish, just like it did with Varen.’
Varen, leaning on the table, strummed his lute, a sharp note piercing the silence. “Relax, redhead. You're hungry like someone who's come back from hell.”
He smiled with his red eyes covered by blue lenses, shining with a mixture of provocation and understanding. “But leave some soup for the bard next time, my genius needs soup!”
Gwen lifted her face, still flushed, but with a defiant gleam in her eyes. “Genius? Your nerve is bigger than your talent, Varen.” She tried to conjure a spectral dagger from under the table, which flickered and disappeared. “Damn... even my magic is against me.”
Varen laughed, strumming a quick tune. “Against you? Nah, it's just learning to dance, but you have to let it flow, just like I did when I started.” He paused, his tone softening, almost melancholy. "I died for a stupid song, stabbed in the back. But now? Because of the Master and the training he gave me, my voice makes the air tremble. Your knives will do even more.“
‘He's trying to connect with her.’ I realized. ‘Gwen needs confidence, and Varen is trying to bring that out.’
”Gwen, use less force." I said quietly, leaning forward. “You're pushing the mana as if it were a fight, instead of letting the anger that gave you this power control you. You can follow Varen's advice and let it flow and dance for you.” I made a dagger appear in my hand to illustrate, spinning it delicately, but disguising it so it wouldn't attract attention. “It's like aiming a bow, you need focus.”
Gwen stared at the blade I made with eyes narrowed in determination. “Focus...” She took a deep breath, and a dagger floated, unstable, but cutting through the air for a few seconds before disappearing.
“Better?” She asked, her voice heavy with hope and doubt.
Seeing how she was looking at me expectantly, I realized that the young girl looked quite cute.
“Much better,” I said with a half-smile. “You're getting the hang of it, Gwen. With practice, these blades will make your enemies despair, but next time try to be more discreet when using magic in public, there are many curious eyes around.”
When I said that, Gwen looked around and saw some people looking at us with interest, but they quickly looked away when they realized we had noticed them.
Suddenly, Talia threw an iron key in my direction. “Second floor, last door.” She looked at Gwen, softening her tone. “If you want more soup, just ask, okay?”
I pulled 20 coins from my pocket and left them on the counter. “Thanks, Talia.” Then I handed the key to Gwen. “This is your room. Get some rest, because tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
Gwen took the key, her fingers clutching the metal as if it were an anchor. “Thank you, Adam. I... I don't know if I deserve this.” She lowered her eyes, her voice trembling. “After the pit, I thought I'd never get another chance.”
Smiling at her, I resisted the urge to mess up her hair and said, “You deserve it, Gwen, and you'll prove it. Tomorrow we're going to the Adventurers' Guild, we'll register you in the group and get the last D Rank mission, it'll be a good opportunity for you to train better.”
Varen strummed a low note, his gaze fixed on Gwen. “You know, redhead, I also thought I didn't deserve it when I woke up... different.” He touched his shoulder, where the Noble Mark was hidden. “But now? Now I've learned to accept it and how to reward the master for giving me this second chance...”
Gwen smiled a little more confidently and stood up with the key in her hand and her face less red. “Good night, everyone. And... thank you so much.” Then she climbed the stairs with strong but hesitant steps, as if still testing her own body.
“Good night, Gwen,” I said in a low voice.
When she left, I noticed that some of the people around me followed her with their eyes before turning back to me and continuing to pretend they hadn't seen anything.
“I think they may have taken longer than I expected,” I thought, believing I had guessed the identity of these people.