Patrol

Blinking his eyes several times, Cliff tried to banish the sullen mood from his face.

Cliff knew it wasn't going to be easy but he found his pace of development was a little slow.

If he wanted to face a whole horde of ogres, he had to be ready, no, everyone had to be ready.

He had deduced that to accomplish his objective, their help would be necessary and that for this his companions would have to be able to not only survive this confrontation but emerge victorious.

Even though Cliff had only known them for a few weeks, they were so kind and welcoming to him, until a point where the whole clan was almost like... family to him, he wouldn't want to see them fall for such a selfish goal.

"Family...huh?" Cliff said to himself as he remembered times spent with his grandparents.

Cliff had not really known the affection of his parents, since they worked abroad, it was his grandparents who raised him.

He was itching not to know how they were doing, did they survive? Is he worried about her disappearance?

Cliff had lowered his head, looking at the ground, trying to clear his mind.

"Is everything okay Master Cliff?" Dahlia asked, her sweet voice came to him like a delicious melody, making him nod with a smile.

"She's so fucking beautiful!! » thought Cliff, getting up to start the patrol.

During the rally, Cliff told them that they could rest and he would take charge of the patrol, even if they objected against his decision or to send other soldiers in his place, Cliff reassured them that this would not be the case. It wasn't because of them that he made this decision but rather that he simply couldn't sleep.

And at the very end they ended up accepting, the young elf or rather Cain was the first to leave then came Akumu's turn, this guy with wolf ears looked at him as if he was refraining from telling him something. thing, without saying a word, he turned and left.

Letting out a big sigh Cliff walked through the village, he was amazed by the difference in culture that made each clan unique in their own right.

Starting with the architecture of their houses or their clothing styles, everything was different.

"Perhaps it's the influence of the "summoned" over time"

By analyzing the structures of the Ibara clan's houses, Cliff had concluded that the ancient summoned leader either came from East Asia or at least a parallel world from it, as the structures and their dress codes appeared to him to be both familiar and at the same time strange.

"I'll ask Akumu later"

Cliff had taken a stone out of his pocket, which he turned in his hand to carefully analyze its structure, he wanted to know lots of things about these stones, to understand them, is it simply that by absorbing their essences to increase its attribute is the only way to use it?

Cliff had been able to infuse purified mana into the already empty stones but it was thanks to Dahlia who had the idea, she told him; ""since when he purified the Mana Stone which was in its rawest form came back in its ethereal form, why not just purify mana by storing it in the ex-Essence Stone so everyone could have access to it without much difficulty" Cliff had concluded that it was a good idea, so he tried it and he succeeded.

"So beautiful and so intelligent, at this stage I wouldn't be able to make her my secretary but rather my manager" Cliff had thought to himself.

Cliff quickly focused on the stone, using his skill to drain the essence it contained.

[You have absorbed the essence of a variant monster: Demonic Rat]

[Your "strengthening" ability evolves into a "body strengthening" skill]

[Your "transformation" skill has awakened a new "duplication" ability]

Cliff had waited for the announcement to finish stating all his acquisitions, to relax his concentration, he had opened his eyes while his "echolocation" ability was at its maximum Cliff had heard strange rustlings in the forest, he had closer to where it came from, it became clearer and clearer that they now seemed like whispers.

Cliff had furrowed his eyebrows and had already drawn his katana as he moved closer to the source of the noises.

When they were close the whispers stopped.

"Have they noticed me?" Cliff wondered, confused.

Cliff with his active skill he had condensed mana in his arm and slashed horizontally in front of him.

The whistle produced by his saber echoed in the forest.

A heavy sound of a tree being clearly cut making the head tremble weakly under its feet.

Two people stood there with their bodies curled up and their faces frightened, it was an Elf and a young woman with two horns on her forehead.

"two horns?" Cliff mused as he analyzed the frightened beauties begging for their lives.

"Ah yes you're from the Dhakat clan aren't you" Cliff asked, crouching down to get on their level.

"Hey, I'm going to ask you to follow me."