It was when the elf thought about Gjaki that she remembered one of her most common mistakes in the game, that of not checking the new skills acquired when leveling up. And she had recently risen to 4. It would have been embarrassing to admit it if Gjaki or Eldi had been there, since she knew that they would have laughed out loud as they used to in the past. Though embarrassing, the memory was warm and nostalgic.

She decided she couldn’t delay it any longer, and reviewed her character sheet, realizing for the first time that the lynx’s face had appeared, though, under it, there was still a thick haze.

“Will I be able to find her, too?” she wondered.

But as much as she wondered about it, she didn’t know right now how to look for an answer. In fact, in the game, a druid archer was unable to obtain a second pet until level 50, so she decided to wait until then to investigate it.

As for the spells, one of them had been lighted up, and she could feel that she was able to cast it. And just by imagining it, an Ethereal Arrow appeared in her hand. Made up of mana, it allows ranged attacks to be magical rather than physical, plus no real arrows required. The downside is that it requires mana, something quite relevant at low levels, when there isn’t much of it available. She had it at 10, due to being one of the spells she had used regularly in the game, and that she could even combine with skills like Piercing Arrow.

As for skills, she now had Surprise Dagger. It consists of making the dagger appear and hold it on the sole of the foot, being able to attack from the heel or the toe, something that could take the opponent completely by surprise. It was a very useful skill in PvP combat, that is, between players, something that Goldmi wasn’t very fond of. In fact, in the group, the only one interested in this type of combat was Gjaki. She had it at 6, and only at the insistence of her former companion.

She shot the arrow at a training dummy in the distance, creating a hole in the target’s chest. Then, she tried the latest skill out of curiosity, finding it surprisingly easy to use, while the arrow she had fired was disappearing little by little.

“Groooowl”

The elf looked at the lynx, and could not help laughing at the sound made by her stomach, and above all, at her pleading look.

“It won’t be long!”

She decided to try the village kitchen instead of taking out her own, and, suddenly, the fairies appeared along it, immediately starting to clean it, in addition to separating the ingredients that were fine from those that weren’t.

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Soon, the smell from the baking of a fish over five meters long filled the place. How it had entered inside an oven one meter high by one wide was something Goldmi had given up hope of understanding, simply accepting the fact. If she could accept that she had returned from death to a game, could use magic and skills, or could speak to a lynx telepathically, the oven issue was easy enough to assume.

The feline had little interest in tasting the salad her sister was savoring as starters, since the fish was making her mouth water. In the past, on a mission at sea, they had been attacked by hundreds of those fishes, and soon one of them was gluttonously devoured by a lynx, although only part of it, since it was too large. The rest was stored for later, except for the relatively small portion that the elf ate.

While it is true that the feline hadn’t been interested in the salad, and that she had eaten more than enough fish, that didn’t mean that she would disregard a cake filled with melted chocolate, and decorated with delicious caramel. Apparently, she liked desserts more than herself or her sister would have imagined, while her chocolate-covered whiskers and muzzle looked quite funny, chocolate that couldn’t escape her skillful tongue.

While the huge animal was peacefully napping on the roof under which the jewelry platform was, and looking like a sweet and harmless stuffed animal, Goldmi had found an anvil and was repairing the damaged arrows.

She had already done it with her bow, sword, and dagger, even though the repairs were minor, almost negligible. But she had gotten used to doing it in-game whenever she had the chance, following the perfectionist example of her companions.

Near the anvil, there were three circles on the ground, colored green, blue, and red. She knew, from her memories of the game, that they were the portals to the different leveling areas, and that the green one would be the right one for her, but she hadn’t made up her mind to cross it.

She couldn’t be completely sure what she would find beyond that green circle with strange engravings, although she knew that, once again, she was only delaying the decision. At the time, she had no other place to go, and the green circle was almost the only path she could see in front of her.

Sooner or later, they would have to explore it, or explore the jungle that surrounded the village. Either option was uncertain, but, back in the game, the best choice was to go through the circle, and the knowledge of the game had been, until now, quite useful. So, without having recognized it, she had actually made the decision to follow the path of the game, as soon as she had the courage to take the step, and as soon as they had rested.

It had gotten late, and, in fact, the meal had been almost in the afternoon. So, it got dark while Goldmi was wandering around the abandoned village, occasionally wiping the dust off a table or chair, or rather letting one of the fairies do it for her. Meanwhile, the huge cat only opened one eye from time to time, from her privileged position on the roof.

She placed her little castle in the center of the plaza. And, while she was looking out into the unexplored jungle, wondering what may be hiding in the shadows, her sister slipped in. The elf found her on the bed, but, far from being angry, she curled up next to her, rested her head on the soft fur, and let one of her legs hug her.

She felt safe and comfortable in her dream, as she had not felt in a long time, letting the warmth of her soul sister permeate her and sink into her dreams, at the same time that the lynx allowed herself to be invaded by a similar sensation.