There was a long pause. The question took Verity by surprise, and he wasn’t sure how to answer. Usually, in these types of stories, the main character rarely revealed that he was from another world, and kept to the story that he was from a ‘faraway land’. He had also seen stories where being from another world resulted in discrimination, or even hatred, at times.

As those thoughts crossed his mind, Verity remembered Eleanor’s words. He was panicked back then, and barely focused on what she had said, but her voice still echoed in his head. She had called him a ‘Planewalker’ and had been planning on selling him for obscure purposes. What’s more, Verity clearly remembered her mentioning that because of his status as a Planewalker, he should never go to the Holy Temple. Hence, there was clearly a stigma associated with the existence of other worlders. He could only imagine what would happen to him if he was caught.

The more Verity thought about it, the more he felt that the safest option would simply be to pretend he was a lost traveler from far away who’d set out to become an adventurer. It sounded plausible, and it was difficult to fact-check. He had no doubts it could pass as his story, and it would allow him to protect his real identity for as long as possible.

‘...’

It was, of course, the most logical option, and yet, it didn't feel right.

‘...Should I really just lie?’

It seemed safe, and he could always tell her the truth later, when they knew each other better.

But Verity shook his head.

What was he thinking? Wouldn’t it be hypocritical of him to want to be the disciple of someone he could not be honest with? If he lied now, and she ended up uncovering the truth on her own, their relationship might worsen unnecessarily. Plus, Verity had not sensed any ill intent in the question, just simple curiosity. Verity genuinely felt that she wouldn’t chop his head off the moment he admitted to coming from another world…probably.

‘Anyway, if she’s asking, it’s because she knows already.’

Verity ultimately sighed. “Yes, I am.”

There was a moment of silence before Evangelina acknowledged the answer.

“I see. That explains the strange clothes.” She said bluntly.

‘Ah right, I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt.’

“And the accent.” Evangelina added.

“...I have an accent?”

Evangelina shrugged. “Don’t we all?”

“Pff.” Verity couldn't help but snort. “I didn’t picture you as the type to make jokes.”

Evangelina looked away without replying, and since she was not saying anything else, the conversation seemed to be reaching its end, but her tone suddenly darkened as her lips parted.

“...Change of plans.” The light almost seemed to flicker more intensely. “...If that Vandervite girl has already reached town, then the Holy Order knows of you.”

A cold shiver ran down Verity’s spine. This was the most serious he had seen her. “...Will I have to hide?” He asked.

“No.” She replied. “I can vouch for you with my authority, but you’ll at least look the part.” She looked him up and down. “Let’s start with the clothes.”

She pulled a pouch from her cloak, flipped it upside down, and three items of clothing fell from it: A gray tunic, brown pants which seemed to be made of linen and a pair of leather shoes.

“Put this on.” She ordered.

Verity raised an eyebrow. “You just carry men’s clothing on you?”

“No it was for-” Evangelina seemed to wince for a moment, before grunting and clicking her tongue. “Just put it on!” She snapped.

“Yes Master!” Verity replied, startled.

A few seconds passed in utter silence.

Evangelina frowned. She had given the kid the clothes, but for some strange reason, he was not getting dressed. He simply stared at her, a confused expression on his face. Evangelina’s patience thinned as the seconds passed without any action from the boy. ‘Is this kid slow?’ She wondered.

“Didn’t I tell you to put it on?” She asked.

She expected the boy to snap out of his apparent stupor, but he instead scratched the back of his neck, and seemed almost embarrassed as he gathered the courage to speak.

‘Seriously, what is up with him!?’

Evangelina frowned, now irritated. “Speak! What is it!?”

Verity wasn’t sure how exactly to say this, so he took a deep breath and said it the simplest way he could. “...Aren’t you going to turn around?” He asked his master.

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Her eye twitched. She would have hit him on the head if he really was her disciple, but she held back. She could only clench her fist, and grind her teeth as the boy’s words echoed in her head.

“Are you a man or are you not!? Stop acting like a sheltered maiden and change, damn it!!”

When Verity did not move fast enough, she stomped her foot, extinguished her spell, and turned around. “There! Now change before I really get angry!”

‘Are they less prude in this world or something..?’ Verity thought to himself, keeping his mouth shut as to not anger his master any further.

He rapidly cast aside his former clothes, only keeping his underwear, and put on the ones Evangelina had given him. They were old-fashioned for modern Earth standards, resembling the clothing of the medieval period, but, against all odds, they were extremely comfortable. Verity was shocked by how soft the fabric felt against his skin, and the leather shoes he’d been given were even more comfortable than the running shoes he’d been wearing.

‘Are these made with special materials? Or maybe they’re items!?’

It really was in cases like this, that the [Appraise] skill might have been useful. Verity made a mental note to acquire it as soon as he got the chance.

“I’m done!” He announced once he’d laced his second shoe.

Evangelina snapped her fingers, grunting as she did so. “[Light]” And when she turned around, her student reappeared before her eyes. She studied him up and down, scrutinizing his new set of clothes.

“Hmph, at least you don’t look half-bad.” She said, still irritated by the previous ordeal. “Now, get some sleep. We’ll be passing by a friend of mine in the morning before returning to town.”

“Yes Master!” Verity saluted instead of cupping his hand in his fist this time. He still wasn’t sure which gesture was appropriate, so he was going through all those he knew until he obtained a satisfactory reaction. Evangelina’s raised eyebrow told him all he needed to know.

‘Not that one, got it.’

Evangelina sighed, and retrieved a large coat of fur from her dimensional storage. It seemed to be the processed fur of a large animal. It bore grand blue stripes and the coat itself was made of silver, as if the animal it belonged to was a mis-colored tiger. She instructed Verity to sleep on it, and so he did, laying down and using his former clothes as a pillow.

He was more than happy to get some rest after all that had happened. His body was fine thanks to Evangelina’s potion, but his mind was incredibly tired. He closed his eyes, and he fell into a deep slumber.

Or at least he’d have liked to, but Verity couldn’t sleep. As soon as his eyelids fell, the night’s scenes replayed in his mind constantly, especially Ash’s last gargle of blood before the light faded from his eyes.

His stomach twisted.

‘I had to kill him! What else was I supposed to do!?’

‘But what if he was telling the truth? What if he really was going to leave you alone?’

‘Do you honestly think that was true!? You saw it!! He couldn’t even tell me what color my eyes were!’

‘So what!? It was dark! He could have simply missed it!’

"Even then, he was trying to kill you to begin with, don’t you remember?!!”

Verity shook his head. “Shut up, all of you!” He whispered to himself, turning and tossing in his attempt to sleep.

Both voices were his, but because of his poor social life, Verity often tended to argue with himself when he was troubled. It had always been a pointless endeavor, as the side that won was always the side Verity wanted to win. Still, he couldn’t help it. He needs to validate himself.

Killing Ash was the right choice, and Verity knew that, but despite that, killing someone wasn’t easy. It wasn’t that Verity regretted killing Ash, or thatt he would have done any differently if he had the chance to do it again, but it still weighed on him.

As much as he would have liked to, Verity wasn’t like the heroes in those web novels, where the main character who lived in the 21st century was able to murder anything and anyone with little to no moral burden.

The most ironic part is that he’d dreamed of this scenario for many nights, fantasizing about slicing through his enemies with lightning or fire covering the blade of his weapon.

But now that it was happening to him, he struggled to accept the blood on his hands.

Verity scoffed. ‘Idiot.’

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sleep. The image was too vivid, and the guilt too strong. He wondered how long it would take until he was at peace with it.

As he was about to curse himself once more, a voice broke through the darkness. “You know kid…” Evangelina’s voice resonated. “...I’ve lived a life where I’ve had to do a lot of things I didn’t like.”

Verity opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of her face illuminated by the light. Her sharp features, even further enhanced by her spell, seemed almost melancholic as she spoke.

“At times, I had no choice.” She continued, her tone even but distant. “Other times, I couldn’t control my own emotions, and sometimes… It was by accident.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face, looking into the distance. “But whenever I doubted myself, or wondered if I was the right person for the task, there was only one thing that, if anything, let me forget about it all for a moment.”

“...And what was that?” Verity asked.

A faint, almost wistful smile curved her lips. “My spear.” She stood up, and pulled the obsidian spear from her cloak. It was darker than anything around them, and yet it shimmered against the dim light.

“I swung my spear.” She said, her voice firm. “Until I could no longer remember my worries.”

She began, splitting through the air with a sharp, deliberate motion. “Everyone has their demons,” She murmured. “ But when my spear is in my hands, at least I can fight them off.”

She took another swing, and then scoffed, her usual sharpness returning. “Or at least that’s the way I see it.

She continued, performing a basic kata with the spear. One she’d practiced at least a million times. Decades upon decades of repetition. Each movement’s precision was surgical, and even though they were merely for show, each strike’s lethality was unmistakable.

Verity watched, in awe, despite his lack of knowledge of martial arts. He understood that she was doing this for him, although he felt she’d never admit it. So, without wasting another moment, he grabbed his spear, the weight of it strangely unfamiliar in his hands.

“I’ll try it too.” He said, his voice quiet but resolute.

Evangelina didn’t look at him, focusing on her swings, but he felt faint approval from her. “Suit yourself.” She told him.

He clumsily imitated her swings, raising and lowering his spear half a beat after Evangelina. They moved together, but they were incomparable when it came to wielding the spear. One had reached the peak of swordsmanship, while the other had barely touched one before. Yet, surprisingly, both of their figures seemed to overlap, resembling each other in more than just technical skill.

“Thank you, Master.” Verity said, glancing at Evangelina mid-swing.

She snorted. “This isn’t for you, I’m just training. And I’m not your Master, kid.” Another swing cut through the darkness. “...But I could show you a few simple swings if you ever feel the need to use your spear.”

"...I'll take you up on that offer."

Both of them swung their spears until the two suns rose.