Ceila was furious since the intent of what Mruai spoke was anything but pleasant. It was also clear that he believed it to be the truth, and it didn't make her happy.

It wasn't a time to reject or force some of her ideas but she had all intentions to become calmer for the sake of the present situation.

“Is this how priests force things, master?” Iris said again, stepping closer to Ceila. “Is this how it goes?” she insisted again, asking to let this go straight to her face.

“No. Certain things lead to certain problems, Iris. I am doing things that are meant to happen or should happen. While this may be a hurdle on the way toward your future, I am doing things according to the desires of our Lady. Are you willing to follow through the love of a god or not?” she stated, glancing at Iris with a strange light in her eyes.

Iris was looking at her with a serious look, and for once, she wasn't blushing like usual. Her words sounded a bit forceful, making her a bit hesitant.

“I want to be a good priest, master. That's what I am hoping for in the future. Is that something that...” she hesitated, looking at the floor in fear. “... is it impossible for Lady Vermillion to have some leeway? Is this something you don't want me to be? Own thing?” Iris said, clutching her hands with both hands. “She is watching... doesn't she? Is Murai a bad person for you to be like that? I... I had no incentive to bring a bad person here, so why is this happening, sir Murai?”

Then, Iris turned her face to Murai, who looked at her with some understanding, but it was clear that she didn't know what she was doing or speaking about.

It was clear that Iris was a bit confused and didn't know what to tell.

They were forcing something bad, or good onto her depending on someone's opinion and context. It was posing serious issues to a certain someone though, and Murai wasn't willing to do some mistakes.

He was just a variable. A small part of a greater context that he entered. A questionable kind in the grand scheme involuntarily spread around him once more. Yet, he still forced himself between this inevitable blunder, so he should be also one to solve this and not wing it as usual.

“L-look... Ceila, or if I can call you that.” Murai said through his Will. “I am not interested in your Lady's problems, and neither I should be.”

“Then you should have been a good beast and swallowed some problems. Not be like this,” she said, sounding not one bit calmer.

“Alright. I get it. It was my mistake, but this girl helped me, and so did her brother. What If I will help her in my own way, while you will get what you want.” Murai offered her a solution after coming to a clear conclusion of not stirring any troubles.

Sighting, Celia, jolted Iris's hands away and placed Murai back on the table. “I was under the impression that you are a bit too naive, Iris.”

“I may be clueless at some times, but I am still a priestess of Vermillion Church. I am already years in this place, so I know some things already.”

“Years?” Ceila said. “I guess that is right. Time sure flies, and that is already a fine time that passed.”

“Yet nothing much happened to me, and this right there is my work.” Iris grabbed the bucket, placing its content on the table for Ceila to see.

Many bottles of Healing Potions were on the table, seeping small mana out into the air. Few were enchanted, and others weren't.

Ceila put forth a light touch of Appraisal, meant for seeing the quality of such items, and was surprised by the information she got.

“This... Where? How long ago you started with Enchanting?” she asked with a small surprise in her eyes and voice.

“Year ago? Maybe longer, or less, but when I reached level 10 per your requests,” Iris said. “And insisting words that you told me... to follow the alchemy.”

“Hm.” Ceila nodded, grabbing a glowing potion that seemed Enchanted. “A lot of potions. All of them are minor Healing Potions, but some are enchanted to effectiveness, while 4 have a form of rapid regeneration thanks to successful enchantment by mana and their vitality. What materials did you use? It shouldn't be possible for them to have this property on your level.” Ceila asked.

“Just regular ingredients that I use every time,” Iris replied, unaware that something wasn't as regular as usual. That was the water itself, which was mixed with Murai's blood, but Iris didn't remember or consider it to be an issue.

“Is that so?” Ceila furrowed her brows, seeing Iris's simple nod of confirmation. “Then I suppose this is your luck. The Rapid Regeneration Enchantment makes their usage highly desired, making them at least 5 times as expensive as usual. Well done. I didn't expect that.” she stated, patting Iris on her head.

It was her habit that seemed to never change or stop. She couldn't read the atmosphere where Iris was somewhat unhappy with what was happening.

On the 3rd pat, Ceila understood what this was about so she pulled her hand behind her back. Perhaps she realized it by Iris's silence and unflattered expression.

“You want your own path and decision to matter. No surprise there, but it's not easy to follow that. I thought having a Blessed would help you with a chance to familiarize yourself with the Battleworld and your future. The current problems of seeing the world are still strong, but you are hesitant because of your brother. Am I right?”

Iris nodded and let the bucket drop to the table.

“Then let this worry be the past.” Ceila smiled. “Rikz from the Knights of Vermillion Order already informed me of his willingness to his training. It's a unique circumstance, so starting young wasn't something he found that bad, but my words pushed him a little. Though it will depend on your brother's hard work to make it worth it, but you don't have to worry about it.”

Iris suddenly opened her mouth as wide as her eyes. “What!? Are you telling the truth?”

“Have I ever lied to you, Iris?” she asked, obvious she could, but what did it matter?

“My brother will be with the knights... Is this...”

“A problem, or something you should be worried about?” Ceila said. “Could be, depending on the context of your worry and the future. He will need your help with other problems than the ones you had so far. That's how knights are, while you are a priest. Do you think you can support your brother? If so...”

“... nice blackmail you've got there,” Murai said through his Will, mocking her and her attempt to force Iris with a humongous offer. He couldn't help it, much to his dismay.

His remark caused Ceila to stop talking, causing her to be so inclined to slap this duck so hard, that his beak would separate into two halves. Clutching her fist behind her back, she almost did that, but she was faced with Iris, and her beaming face, so she had to do what she should.

“I will do it. Regardless of what I need to do for that.” Iris resolutely said, oblivious to Ceila's problems. It was good being ignorant.

“What about sir Murai then? Will you come to a certain conclusion already or both of you aren't finding the rightful trade?”

“I wouldn't call it a trade, Iris,” Ceila said, sighing and shaking her head back to Murai. She gave him a meaningful glance as if she decided on something.

“Don't look at me like that, Ceila... It seems you want this to be a trade, but I like favors the best.” Murai argued. “My interest against yours seems like an interesting topic already, but having Iris see the word is rather interesting and a bit too specific of a topic. I wonder why are you like this, for this small girl that is yet to be something.”

“Shut up,” Ceila uttered the two words, filled with killing intent, as well as the intent of a power.

She was long on the brim of uncontrollably forcing her fist to his beak, so these two worlds were like fists, but they did nothing to him.

“Alright... How do you want this discussion to come to some conclusion? I feel we did nothing at all.”

“I fear we didn't discuss what exactly this trade will be.”

“Because I hate trading in general, but whatever,” Murai said, not bothering with sounding arrogant. “I want my health, you want something to do with this girl and myself. Reach some idea, or you may regret it.”

“Fine... I got some gist of you now...” Ceila sighed, coming to a certain conclusion. “I have a last offer, so neither of us won't regret this. If you are so mighty as your words and soul, I won't be polite with anything either. Show me your memories first, and then I will decide how to treat you. If it's going to be interesting enough, I won't be polite by being generous. This church can afford it.”

“Is this your Will?” Murai asked curiously.

“Does it matter if it isn't?”

“That is true. Fine. I will give you a small rundown of my soul first if you feel you can take my offer.” Murai decided on something that went against his rules, but this wasn't a time to be stingy.

In the past, he did such things a few times to win over certain people, and what made this different from them? Nothing much.

For all that he knew, Ceila may have some form of God's Will in herself, but not like it was that strange. She was still herself to a certain extent, but he couldn't tell it with his Soul Read at all.

It was intriguing, so Murai was more and more curious. Her persona or whole being could also be acting according to the will of Lady Vermillion and all of this that happened so far could be her Will.

It shouldn't be necessarily that bad. Even though his provocative words, ''she'' was willing to listen to him, which was good.

That meant she had some troubles that allowed her to swallow whatever Murai's words were. They could also be troubles that Murai could help her solve, or he would be of some use to this god.

Both of these things were kind of interesting to him, apart from him, being put to her use, which wasn't something he liked at all.

“Your offer is only to put you back to health, and provide you with certain information? Is that all, or are you hiding some secrets?” Ceila asked again, just to be sure.

“Like you? Nah. That is about it. I want my bones back in place, and my wings to be free to use. As for the information I mentioned, they include my problem, and how I ended up like this. It's included in my memories, so if you feel Iris is too bad to follow your questionable hope, then that's the reason I think you may regret this.” Murai said.

“Alright. I agree with whatever you want so let's get this over with. I will push my Will to your Soul Space now. Having this opportunity to seek yourself is interesting enough, whatever you are.” Ceila's tone changed, and so did her eyes. They became deep like a sun, and upon this decision, she grabbed Murai in a similar manner as Iris did yesterday.

Her palms grabbed Murai's side.

He scowled a little but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Iris. I will finish this trade with him in a couple of minutes, so if you want to wait, feel free to do it here, or outside. I don't care either way.” Ceila said, while her whole body began to undulate bright mana waves and an unnatural aura. It appeared quite different from anything normal. It was dense brightness like a scorching gold. It was also somewhat hot for Iris, but not uncomfortably so.

Hearing her serious words, Iris nodded, stepping away upon discovering their silent exchange. She didn't feel included, but not like she was someone who could decide on that.

Hell, she even had no idea why Ceila insisted on her, helping Murai. How could she even be useful to him in any way? Why Ceila insisted on the topic of the Temporal Power Chain? It is true that it was useful for anyone, since it's a topic of a Blessed and put the use of the Will of the Battleworld to someone else than the Blessed. It was no companionship, but a brief connection that would help anyone.

It surely wasn't anything easy, fair, and simple. Becoming a companion was different, and Murai's case was something vastly different than she even knew about.

Anything involving Blessed was kind of rare, so she could only guess what worth it may be. But whatever it can be, she had no idea about what it could do to her fate. Ceila did know more, so Iris curiously stepped away to see the end of this, and not left the room.

“Wasn't this against the doctrine of Lady Vermilion? Forcing myself to do something unrelated to her doctrine?” she thought.

Feeling this tension, Iris was hesitant, yet excited at the same time. This world of powerful individuals was an interesting prospect since she was little and seeing Ceila in this golden state was also part of it.

Maybe she was weak at the moment, but what of it? One day, she may be as strong as her, if not stronger. It put her imagination and hope at a sky-high level, but it was only that—an imagination that may be met with a drastic reality check.

Inside of Murai's Soul Space.

A new party was forcing its way into him. It was a bit similar to the feelings he felt when he awoke his awareness in this life, but it was weaker by an exponential amount.

There, in his soul space, the bright Will manifested and turned into a glittering image of women. It wasn't distinct from Ceila's appearance, but it wasn't that far from her either. This was the appearance of her Will, while Murai let her be free to move since she had no ulterior motives.

In fact, he could damage her, causing her inescapable harm.

Murai had his own question and intentions in his mind. This will be his small experiment to see how well he will fare against a high-level soul of this world's powerhouse. Since this world had such a systematic approach to power, he was curious how well it will work.

Upon stabilizing, the figure of golden light opened her eyes. Her Will reached every surrounding, yet Ceila was unable to see and perceive every nook and cranny of this Souls Space.

It was vast.

Too vast.

And too sturdy.

Calming herself upon entering Murai's soul space, she looked around with her eyes. It was easier, allowing her to see only the close proximity around herself.

Though, it was anything but calming to her. Perhaps, it was as crazy as the vastness of this place, since Murai was right before her. In a questionable, yet powerful appearance of his Robust Spirit.