Becoming a Witch in Another World
Chapter 73: Richard Rufus
Vivia walks among people with her mind filled with excitement and shock, her teacher is still alive and it's something she never imagined in her entire life.
If this is called a miracle then everything will make sense.
He finally reached that conclusion when he accidentally passed Richard, Richard was a royal knight like him, he had blue hair and the stature of a handsome and dashing knight.
In the past he had worked hard to achieve this position, even when his family was slandered by the nobles he would still continue to stand with a strong determination. Vivia knew that because of that she had always respected the man in front of her.
"Your face looks dull Richard?"
"Just how you feel."
Richard was about to walk but his hand was first gripped by Vivia, for Vivia to see the attitude shown by her interlocutor confirmed that something had happened to him.
"Let's talk for a minute."
Vivia takes Richard over the wall that surrounds the city, here no one will bother them, even if someone shows up they should be able to fly here.
As he felt the gust of wind hitting the faces of the two, Richard began to say what he had been through.
It happened two weeks earlier, when Richard went to one of the provinces in the kingdom of Elysium to capture one of the Oracle witches who worshipped the Evil Goddess Ariesta, of course what he meant was the person who had attacked the capital at that time, named Dominic, when everything went smoothly until they came face to face with the witch.
At first they managed to corner the witch by slaughtering all her followers but when a man named Dominic pulled out his doll suddenly all three of Richard's colleagues were tragically killed, each of their bodies twisted in a different direction, for everyone it was a terrifying sight that would never escape anyone's mind.
Stella, Gerald and Lumia have all been killed in a battle no one can win.
Upon hearing that, Vivia could only show a look of condolence.
"Then what are you going to do now?"
Vivia raised one hand pointing towards the Altima Tower that stretched through the sky.
"I'll go up there with Aksa in a week, if you want to go, you can talk to me later or to Aksa."
"I'll think about it."
Vivia turned and walked back to Richard, her blond hair fluttering as the wind blew against her.
"When you were killed did someone see you?"
"No."
"Good, you're immortal, too, so don't let anyone know it, instead you want to return your surname."
Vivia jumped down and walked without hesitation, occasionally staring up to notice Richard still standing there.
Vivia has lived for hundreds of years, she has experienced many partings whether people she knows, dear even colleagues who continue to fight together, even so she never felt used to it.
"Farewell is painful" he murmured inwardly.
Vivia started down the main street to keep the city safe, sometimes there were some adventurers who had a fight and he himself had to pass it.
Adventurers' lives are very free so some of them do not have ethics in attitude, with boxing, it is enough to solve the problem. Most adventurers think so.
He sometimes thinks why he himself became an adventurer first.