Chapter 87 - Airmid’s Magic

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The city was cloaked in the darkness of night, and the glowing magic stone lamps spilled out like a sea of stars.

Sounds of merrymaking from taverns still echoed down the streets.

On the bustling roads—

Many adventurers needed only a glance to recognize the now-famous Raven Eltharion.

"Look, isn't that the Hestia Familia?"

"The black-haired human... No doubt about it. What was his name again… the Heavenly Demon Lord, right?"

"Him?"

"That's the guy rumored to level up faster than anyone else?"

"Come on, leveling up once a day? That has to be a joke, right?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

"Do you believe I slept with three goddesses last night, or believe that guy did?"

"Still… the Guild did confirm it…"

"…Wait—why is he walking with the Saint of the Battlefield?"

"What's their relationship?"

"…"

Raven paid absolutely no attention to the whispers and gossip swirling around them.

Beside him, Airmid also didn't seem to care about the curious stares.

"So, Airmid—how long have you been at Level 2?"

"It's been… five years, I think."

"That long?"

Well, the reason was simple.

Airmid wasn't really an adventurer. She was a healer who saved lives.

Though her healing magic was practically on a cheat-level scale—

It didn't contribute much to leveling up.

At that moment—

A beautiful man wearing a travel hat suddenly approached them with a casual greeting.

"Yo, Airmid~ What a rare sight, seeing you out on the town."

"Lord Hermes…"

Airmid stopped in her tracks and turned her calm eyes toward him.

Raven's gaze, however, shifted toward the female adventurer standing beside the god.

Her hair was a smooth shade of aquamarine, with just one lock dyed white.

Her sharp green-blue eyes matched her hair color, and the silver-rimmed glasses enhanced her intelligent and composed aura.

She was Asfi Al Andromeda.

One of the fewer than five "Mystery" holders in all of Orario.

Nicknamed Jack-of-All-Trades, she was a rare and elite magic item creator.

Also—

Asfi was, without a doubt, a full-on tool user.

"Not going to introduce this handsome young man next to you?" Hermes said, grinning.

Raven withdrew his gaze and replied politely,

"Greetings, Lord Hermes. I'm Raven Eltharion."

"The Heavenly Demon Lord, huh?" Asfi said with a serious tone, eyeing him carefully.

"I'm Asfi, the Jack-of-All-Trades."

"Nice to meet you."

"So you two are headed off to…?"

Hermes purposely dragged out the question with a teasing look.

Asfi adjusted her glasses and gave a light cough.

"Ahem. Lord Hermes, we should get going with our shopping."

"Raven, Airmid—don't let us disturb your date~"

And with that, Asfi quickly dragged Hermes away until they disappeared into the crowd.

Raven let out a small sigh.

"Please don't let that guy stir up any more trouble…"

"Feels like I've already got more than enough headaches coming my way."

Hermes' sudden appearance had reminded him of the situation with Goddess Artemis.

"...Once I get back tonight, I should reach Level 3."

"Might be time to head for the Great Forest Sea."

…

After a while—

The two arrived at a tavern in the entertainment district, one that was bustling with business.

"Raven, do you also have rare magic and skills?"

Airmid took a delicate sip of her fruit juice, her eyes resting gently on him.

"Hmm…"

"I guess you could say… my magic is about as cheat-tier as yours."

Airmid's expression showed clear surprise.

"Three healing spells?"

"Nah. Just one," Raven replied while twirling some pasta from the plate in front of him.

Speaking of healing—

His ability might actually be better than hers.

In truth, Airmid had three known magic spells.

The first was Dian Cecht Frater.

The second, Spring of Recovery.

Her second spell, though powerful, caused intense pain during treatment.

In the original story—

Even Alicia from the Loki Familia experienced it once and wet herself from the agony.

It wasn't like a universal recovery spell.

The effects weren't immediate.

Instead, it required the patient to soak in spring water and gradually regain stamina and magic power.

On the other hand—

Raven's spell, Phantasmal Feather, was an all-purpose healing magic.

Its effects were instant.

And during the healing process, it didn't cause the patient even the slightest discomfort.

On the contrary—

It brought tangible comfort, relief… even a sense of pleasure.

Phantasmal Feather was, without exaggeration, the most powerful healing spell.

"Can I… see your healing magic?"

"Uh…" Raven blinked.

"But no one's hurt. How am I supposed to demonstrate it?"

"Then…"

"I'll be your test subject."

Airmid's beautiful eyes shimmered with a hint of hidden meaning as she looked at him.

"Wait—are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Raven raised a brow, his expression turning slightly strange.

Of course—

Mostly, he was speechless.

For the top healer in Orario to ask someone else for a check-up?

Was this a joke?

"I… I've been having cramps lately."

Airmid lowered her eyes slightly, her cheeks tinted the color of sunset.

In that moment, Raven immediately understood what she meant.

"Then… I'll give you a demonstration later, okay?"

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