System: Unknown
Chapter 71 - Relatedness

Blessing, a special ability given by Gods to an individual. Well, blessings .. but, it's not just about special abilities. Blessing there are many kinds, most of them are in the form of abilities.

Confirmed blessing ...

Feeling Vote by Feelid.

Ashera's Observation.

Semi-immortal Russil's.

White fire belongs to Calsya.

Eternal fire by Callista.

And Azkiya ... still not clear the truth, it is said that his Blessing is a System .. but Kiya's Blessing is not too clear, mysterious.

Looking at the above description which says that Blessing is a gift of Gods .. very contradictory, the Administrator of Kiya's previous System was Raphael.

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Kiya PoV's

This was indeed an unexpected development, the plan I had prepared for this man I thought had been shipwrecked, but apparently the plan had not completely sunk, sticking out again and giving hope.

"Semi-immortals?" Next to my eyebrows raised.

The prankster claiming to be Russil nodded slowly. The hostage himself, his eyes kept crinkling—clear to me.

"Before to the core of the problem .. release him!?"

Russil undertakes, he just releases Calsya unconditionally. As soon as she was free, I was struck by her body just like that, as soon as—she hugged me too tightly.

"Huh, never mind .. I have business, you can save this for later! Ashera between Calsya—" I even forgot that Ashera was not there. "Go back to the village, will you, right?" I said gently stroking her hair.

Calsya being an obedient puppy, she nodded slowly.

We waited until Calsya actually left and made sure there was no presence of any creatures around. This conversation will be very important, maybe it will also determine my future.

"Please talk .. I'll listen to you!"

"I am the representative of the demon continent to invite you, Mr. Azkiya as the Master of Miss Ashera!"

I closed my eyes for a moment, for some reason lately I was always surprised. There are unexpected things. For example this ...

Demon Continent? I never thought about getting involved with the demon continent.

So, the prediction that the peace of hundreds of years will be lost .. right, huh?

"Then ...?" I knit an eyebrow.

Russil did the same. Feeling confused, umm ... uh, is that all he wants to say?

"I'm not interested!?" Celotehku.

Russil's facial expression became troubled, confused, scared, and upset.

"K-k-why?"

The katana that I always held was pointing straight at Russil's neck.

"You're just taking me for free, did you mention any benefits or anything? You're not good at negotiating!"

One small swing was enough to kill Russil a second time.

Russil was too high on his Blessing, but what I wanted to hear was about the Avatar-like abilities of a game. Could live and die at will. huh, great Cheat.

Russil won't give up, he'll see me again. I hope he realizes, what is soft about this negotiation .. of course Blessing is his.

I could consider migrating to the demon continent.

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Eastern Continent, Elf territory.

A young girl with long blond hair, glued to her face, a smile fixed on an object very far in the west, perhaps to someone on the other continent.

A smile that might make two countries fight each other to fight over it, the smile of an angel who can make the bitterness of life as if lost.

"What's so funny, you see what?"

The owner of the blond mane shrugged and the smile was swallowed. "What do you want me to answer?"

"Of course the right answer."

"Ah, is that it? All right, all I see is the truth!" He said loudly, he stood spread out his hands as wide as he could.

The interlocutor raised an eyebrow, his pointed ears trembled slightly ... "Why Fharaya ... bragging weird stuff again!?" He said a little staring intently, the golden blonde-blonde girl came down, along raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not bragging, Redrala!" Refuting the girl who turned out to be named Fharaya, her cheeks were fattened .. made everyone want to, well, at least want to touch.

Fharaya climbed from the roof of the tree house which had been a seat for him.

"Hey, where are you going?" Shouted Redrala looking at Fharaya who was walking away.

"Street around."

"Bringing bows?"

"Hehe ..."

Shortly after Fharaya disappeared from sight, another girl stood in line beside Redrala.

"He's happy again?" Green eyes like emeralds glanced at Redrala.

"Hmm, is it because of that?" Redrala said anxiously clenching both palms. Then he realized something was up. "Eh ... Atalia, where did you come from?" Surprise Redrala.

"It's none of our business, but soon it will be ours—'s business" Atalia paused for a bit, staring at the path Fharaya was walking on. "At least ...?" The connection sounds doubtful.

"Well, right, but .. my questions haven't been answered!" Redrala's eyes asked for an explanation.

"Come-gini ..." Atalia embraces Redrala. "You've never heard that sometimes a secret is better not to be revealed."

"Huh .. You are even considered strange by everyone if it appears and disappears suddenly!" Redrala was a little uncomfortable with Atalia's embrace, so she got rid of him.

"Some is my middle name!" Atalia grin is unclear.

"Well, Atalia is Atalia, no one can change you ..." Redrala. Then, for no apparent reason Redrala's expression changed. Being more— very serious.

Atalia who saw it also understood, her crybaby look had been thrown away.

"Humans, this universe seems to be their own and can do as it pleases ... Fharaya—I mean Miss Raya is the proof. If it wasn't for her tenderness ... well, I don't know what happened!?" Atalia hugged her own body and shuddered.

"The role as a plain and cheerful girl is it coming to an end?" Redrala asked, looking closely at Atalia.

"It seems so ..."

"We will all continue to support Lady Raya!"

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An unknown place.

The gray-haired man dana blue eyes sat on a rock, the corner of his lips kept curving upwards in response to a letter that rolled neatly at the foot of a gryphon

..."I'll be in."...

"Hmm... Is there any more?" He looked at the strange behavior of the gryphon.

"Paper waste!"

The man then finds a scroll under the wings of a large gryphon. He opened it and read the letter—the memo at a glance.

..."I'm only interested in the West Continent."...

The man's expression became strange, even his forehead he massaged.

"Hmm ... How, huh?" He seemed to think.

"That's how you shouldn't bond with them .. when they're all their ancestors have been arbitrary to us. I was betrayed and you were abandoned .. Selected will not satisfy this hatred!"

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