Chapter 89 - A Free Magic Grimoire

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"We're leaving…"

Hyakinthos muttered as he stood and led the way toward the tavern exit.

The few companions who weren't completely unconscious staggered to their feet.

They picked up the unconscious Ruan and their other knocked-out allies, then disappeared out the door.

The tavern fell into a dead silence.

The raucous noise from earlier was completely gone.

After a long moment of stunned quiet—

A few scattered words finally slipped from the throats of the bystanders.

"W-Wait, did I hear that right just now…?"

"Did he say… War Game?"

"The Hestia Familia declared a War Game against the Apollo Familia?"

"Is that what the Heavenly Demon Lord is capable of?"

"B-But didn't he just defeat Hyakinthos without breaking a sweat?"

"You do realize that guy's a Level 3 adventurer, right? A second-tier one, no less!"

"Amazing…"

"He's strong—like, seriously strong."

"So this is the kind of power it takes to level up in a single day?"

"But… for a War Game to be valid, both gods have to agree, don't they?"

"That's true. Even the Familia captain can't decide that alone."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see how it plays out…"

"Man, I hope I get to see a real War Game at least once in my lifetime."

Their gazes turned toward Raven Eltharion, filled with awe and disbelief—

Like they were looking at a monster.

Raven ignored the gawking adventurers and returned to his table without a word.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's eat," he said, pouring himself another glass of fresh juice.

Airmid finally relaxed, her cold expression from earlier softening.

A glint of sly amusement appeared in her violet eyes as her lips curved slightly.

"You're pretty strong, Raven. Those moves were sharp."

Though Airmid was a kind-hearted healer, when it came to adventurers who went looking for trouble—

Even if they were left half-dead, she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of pity.

Put simply—

They deserved it.

In addition to Dian Cecht's Blessing and Stepwell of Purification, Airmid possessed a third healing spell:

Dia Tang Di no Hana.

With all three of her spells, it was fair to say she had cheat-level healing magic.

Raven looked into her eyes, a calm smile spreading on his face.

"Yeah? If an adventurer doesn't know how to fight, how's he supposed to survive in the Dungeon?"

"Oh right, where were we again?"

"I think we were… talking about treating you?"

"…Mhm~"

Airmid placed her right hand gently over her chest and spoke with a shy voice.

Some time later—

When they went to pay the bill after finishing their meal—

The tavern owner told them someone had already paid in advance.

Not only that—

The owner had been entrusted with a package specifically for Raven.

According to him—

The person who paid wore a thick cloak that concealed their identity.

But the owner did catch a glimpse of something—a pair of glasses.

"That's weird…"

Raven took the package and muttered under his breath, "Don't tell me someone out there's just… nice?"

From the weight and feel…

It felt like a thick, heavy book.

Driven by curiosity—

Raven unwrapped the tightly bundled package.

And when the contents were finally revealed—

Even Airmid, standing at his side, widened her eyes in disbelief.

"A grimoire…?"

Raven was stunned too.

A magic grimoire.

An incredibly rare item, so valuable it was practically priceless.

It was said that a single grimoire could cost over 500 million valis—if you could even find one.

Grimoires were not sold on the regular market.

They were usually auctioned.

After all, they were considered miraculous items, known as Books of Fantasy.

Only those with both the Magic and Mystery development abilities pushed to their limit could create them.

In Orario—

Countless adventurers go their entire lives without ever being able to use magic.

Just like Bell in the original story.

If it weren't for Freya's intervention, he might never have acquired a spell.

As for adventurers with the Mystery ability, there were only three known in all of Orario:

—Asfi Al Andromeda, the Perseus and Jack-of-all-Trades

—Fels, the Sage

—And…

—Airmid Teasanare, the Saint of the Battlefield

Raven stood still, silent for a moment, lost in thought.

"To think someone would actually just give me a grimoire…"

"There's only one person I can think of who'd be that generous."

The goddess of beauty—Freya.

"And those glasses… it must've been Heith the White Elf Wand."

"So this is how she delivers gifts, huh?"

With that thought—

Raven smiled, satisfied, and stowed the free grimoire into his storage space.

Perfect.

Now I've got a brand-new spell to work with.

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