Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Orders

Ilea couldnt help but giggle at the utter and pure discomfort she saw in the young woman standing before her. Older than me probably, she thought with a smirk, most of her face covered by ashen armor, just her mouth revealed for her to eat. Many of the Sentinels knew how she looked but she liked that there was some mystery around her person. If only to have some privacy when exploring new places and visiting cities. Now that some Sentinels were already traveling the lands, she didnt want too many to spread information about her. Especially not to bards. What are you? the woman said after she had gathered her courage. I am, the destroyer, the ashen knight of the Meadow, Ilea thought, giggling even more. I bet those Classes were actually the best available. Ah but fuck using a sword. What am I? Some basic ass hero? Im Lilith. One of the founders of the Medic Sentinel Corps. And who are you? she said, the woman even more wary by now. Ilea noted that she had stepped between her and the other woman. Protective, are we? That is who you claim to be. Im asking you if youre one of us, the woman said. One of you? What do you mean? Ilea asked in turn. Human, of flesh and blood, the Sentinel said. [Battle Healer lvl 80] Ilea revealed her right forearm, an ashen limb whipping out from her back before it dug into her skin, pushing until blood flowed from her skin, dripping to the stone floor. Im as human as you and her. Pain Tolerance in the second tier allows you to ignore pain. I assume you learned that already, Ilea said, her limb receding before both the wound healed and ash formed on her arm again. We have. Why does it say that youre a three mark? Are you using an illusion? the woman asked. More of the Sentinels were joining by now, nearly twenty now in the hall. Trian wasnt kidding. The interest is huge makes sense with the good reputation and powerful classes. Just hope hes not skimming on the background checks. She stood up stored the empty bowl. I told you my name. Isnt it customary among humans to share their own? she asked, not able to stop herself from channeling her inner Meadow knight just a little bit. Among hu, the woman said and took a step back. Im Mila, the other one said, her black hair and eyes rather cute, especially with the freckles on her face. She was rather small and quite thin but nothing too out of the ordinary. Nice to meet you, Mila, Ilea said, ignoring the other woman for now. Where are you from? Mila glanced at her tense companion before she clasped her hand, eyes still focused on Ilea. From Baralia. I was a slave there and fled south when the empire attacked.