Mia was face down on the table, exhausted and annoyed at the endless questions she had been forced to answer. It was her fault, in a way, that she couldn’t provide an answer all at once, to give them all the details, she knew that, but it didn’t help the current situation.
[You know, if you saved at the start of this and loaded, you would eventually cure yourself.]
She shoved her face into the desk and let out a mumbled “nooooo.” It was a cruel joke, to force someone in her position to go through with that, she’d rather spend another year casting ice magic, at least she then she could zone out.
[Ah, yes. Turn the three word responses into one, at best. I am sure that would work wonders.]
She looked up from the table, glaring at the ceiling ‘shut up…’
“Mia? You alright?” Sett asked, making sure she was ok “I know its been awhile but we are almost done.”
“Muururuuruuu….” She grumbled, pulling herself up and bringing her attention to the one good thing that came out of all of this, a free meal she had happily enjoyed. It wasn’t anything too fancy, just a sandwich, but it was better than jerky.
“Alright, to clarify. A camp of around 500 members were situated north of the city, near a lake with a dungeon by it, last seen a few days ago. The camp is inhabited by higher members of the church, they have some sort of anti-magic barrier that turns them invisible, but you can tell where some are at because they mimic shining light, but not all of them! And to disable the barrier you must destroy some pillar thing.” He took a deep breath, falling on the table “And all that, took so long to get out of her…” he sighed.
“Sorry.” Mia offered what little apology she could, sympathizing with the man.
“Ah whatever.” He stood up to stretch “at least you were not crying your eyes out, I prefer this over dealing with some kid who just dropped their sweets.” He shook his head “anything else?”
Mia shook her head, nothing else important came to mind, and trying to think of anything after being interrogated for so long just caused her to yawn.
“Alright, well Morgan.” He held his hand out towards Morgan “I don’t know what you have been through Mia, and if it was under different circumstances an eight year old of your power would be questioned more but… we heard enough, and frankly I got enough shit to worry about, especially with this dropped in my lap.”
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Morgan repeated the same ritual as last time, producing a much larger stack of papers that dropped right into Sett’s palm.
“I’ll let Lexon deal with it.” He said, stuffing the pages into his inventory.
Mia perked up “can go?”
“Ah well, complicated.” He got out the port log, reading through it “So many passengers boarding, getting a seat for a single passenger, even if it’s a kid in dire need of escaping…not going to be cheap.” He glanced up from the paper work “How much money do you have?”
Mia produced the money Sewell had given her, 3 silver coins.
“…That’s it?”
She shrugged, not even knowing how much that was worth.
Sett rubbed the back of his forehead “more than I thought you’d have…just to be sure, where did you get that money?”
“Sewell gave.” Mia said, then looked over to Morgan.
“Truth.”
‘Does she ever get a break?’
“Haa..that boy is too nice.” He reached over the table and pressed down on one coin with his finger, sliding it across the table and back to him “Toll for entering the city, price went up but considering everything you have done we will discount it.”
[Three silvers for a toll…]
‘That bad?’ Mia asked, having no concept for money.
[It’s outrageous. But don’t question it here.]
“Expensive?” Mia asked anyways.
[Damnit Mia!]
“Hrm? Yeah… could say it’s the war time prices.” He shrugged “Have to keep things running while trying to gain funds for…well…to deal with what you told me…” he looked off to the side, mumbling “if anything it’s too cheap with that shit coming…”
“Truth!”
‘Huh, why didn’t you want me questioning?’
[…Discrepancy we don’t need them picking up on. Forget it.]
Mia shrugged, not getting it. “So, no go?” Mia tried to bring the subject back to her going to Lexon.
“Where? Oh right.” He shuffled a few papers around, bringing one to the front “I might be able to pull a few strings in return for the information, but it won’t be as a passenger.” He then eyed her, specifically looking towards her mist “…besides your ice magic, anything else you are good at? How high is your strength?”
“151.” Mia bluntly answered, her mind thinking of what else could she board it as, if not a passenger.
“…T-truth.”
“…Excuse me? What?” He slowly got up out of his seat, staring at Mia “151, and your magic is like… huh?”
Mia raised an eyebrow “what?” she didn’t understand, she just answered wh- oh, right… normal people don’t get a lot of stat points upon level up.
And while it was odd enough for a kid to have one higher than normal stat, for her to have multiple was out of the norm. which, she didn’t know what a normal person’s stats looked like, but to them it was already apparent she had a high int stat with her magic, but for her strength to also be at higher-than-expected value when she specializes in magic…
From her point of view, it reminded her of how much the princess freaked out at her having 50 int at level one. But this time it’s having 151 strength with 1 thousand intelligence at level 40, which is impossible if she got 10 points per level. From their point of view she was either a really high level or someone different.
In other words, she ousted herself.
‘Oops.’