“Sounds like… meow?”
For a moment, the young swordsman had no idea what Truth was saying, “Die well”?
No, no, no— there’s no way a sweet priestess like her would say something so ominous, especially not with such a radiant smile.
She must’ve been introducing herself, right? Or… was she just being cautious around him?
Trying to ease the priestess’s wariness, the boy quickly introduced himself:
“My name’s Reg, from Deya City. This is my companion, Suna. We entered the mist to slay some monsters, but a gang of backstabbing adventurers ambushed us. We barely escaped and ended up here!”
Who asked for your whole backstory?! Truth suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
Wait a minute— Deya City? Isn’t that a starter village? How the hell did two newbies in Tier-1 gear make it all the way here? Just to break my death flag? This place is the core zone of the Mistlands! It’s ranked King Tier, Level Eleven difficulty!
Hold on—“Deya City”?
Something was off. Truth caught a strange detail in Reg’s words.
She remembered clearly: the nearest human settlement to the Mistlands was a small starter village called “Deya.” Tiny place. It was founded solely to explore the mist.
“Reg, can you tell me about Deya City?” Truth forced down her growing unease and put her smile back on.
“Deya City?”
Now Reg looked confused. What kind of person hasn’t heard of Deya City? Still, in hopes of convincing her to heal his companion, he quickly explained:
“Deya City is the third largest city in the Kingdom of Sylvia. It’s near the Misty Forest, which is perfect for newbie training, so it’s a popular starting point for rookie adventurers.”
“…Huh?”
A giant question mark formed in Truth’s mind. Deya… third largest city? Misty Forest… good for beginner training?
Wait— what game is this?! Is this still the same “Phantom Domain Online” I know?!
Right. When she got isekai’d, she did feel like she crossed an absurd stretch of time…
“Reg, what year is it in the Star-Moon calendar right now?”
“1653! Priestess, can you save my friend now? She’s really not going to last much longer!”
Suna’s face was growing even paler, but Truth’s attention was locked onto that number—1653.
Now she had a question of her own: had she jumped five hundred years into the future, or had these two somehow landed five hundred years in the past?
…Yeah, no. It was definitely her who came to the future.
“Reg, do you know how long the Mistlands have been around?”
Truth asked again, doing her best to play the part of a harmless, innocent little priestess.
She had no idea if, five hundred years later, King-Tier powerhouses were a dime a dozen and gods were just chilling in every alley.
“No clue…” Reg scratched his head, then pointed at the unconscious girl. “But she probably does. She got a perfect score in history class.”
Useless! Truth gave Reg a judgmental side-eye, then knelt down beside Suna and placed her hand over the girl’s wounded thigh.
【Skill Activated: Healing Mist】
A soft fog, grey tinged with faint green, enveloped Suna’s wound.
The bleeding stopped almost immediately, and the torn flesh began to knit itself back together…
Time passed slowly.
Eventually, Suna began to feel a light itching in her leg.
Her lifelong dream had always been to become a top-tier adventurer— until an arrow struck her thigh.
Her last memory before blacking out was Reg helping her stumble into the depths of the mist.
When she slowly opened her eyes, a young girl in priest robes was kneeling beside her, casting healing magic.
Silvery-white short hair framed her round, delicate face, and her gem-like eyes were focused intently on the wound.
So holy… so beautiful… Suna thought, mesmerized by the priestess.
“So annoying…” the priestess girl muttered suddenly.
“Eh?” Suna blinked in confusion. Did she hear that right?
So annoying, Truth sighed inwardly, watching the stat window only she could see pop up in front of her.
【Healing Mist Proficiency increased to 8%. Class EXP +3】
Seriously?! How many people did she need to heal to reach level 119 and ascend to God-Tier? Healing was boring as hell! Thankfully, her stats from both Assassin and Priest classes could be stacked and shared— but proficiency still had to be grinded out manually.
Now that she thought about it, that old beta tester on the forums had said the “Supreme Authority of the Fogshade Sovereign” paired perfectly with Assassins.
Maybe it was because the Priest class made people completely drop their guard? That would definitely boost the success rate of sneak attacks.
Since she couldn’t change the fact that she was stuck as a Priest, Truth had started convincing herself it wasn’t so bad. Besides, dual-classing was obviously stronger than single-classing!
With that thought, she nodded in satisfaction and turned her attention back to Suna’s almost-healed thigh. After a moment’s hesitation, she lifted the edge of the girl’s mage robe.
“Oh~ Light blue, huh.”
So these kinds of body parts did get modeled after she got isekai’d.
“Wah. What are you doing?!” Suna instantly sat up and clutched her robe, her violet eyes wide with panic and messy black hair falling across her pale face.
Who the hell lifts a patient’s skirt while they’re unconscious— especially a priest?!
【One person successfully healed. “Healing Mist” proficiency increased to 12%. Class EXP +12. Leveled up to LV.2. Gained 100 attribute points.】
Truth blinked at the new system notification, a little stunned. Whoa— so priest experience and proficiency ramp up this fast? Nobody ever told her that. At this rate, she could hit Level 3 just by healing a few more people!
Resting her chin in her hands, Truth looked at Suna and replied sweetly:
“I just wanted to check if you had any other injuries.”
“Eh? Ah… I see. I-I’m sorry, I overreacted…”
Suna’s ears instantly turned red. What was I even thinking just now?! This kind and gentle priestess saved her life, and she had the nerve to assume something so… indecent?
I should really find a way to make it up to her when we get back…
Speaking of which— where did Reg go?
“Miss Priestess, have you seen my companion?” Suna asked.
“Oh, Reg? He’s right over there,” Truth said, pointing toward the church doors.
Outside, the thick mist still coiled heavily around the ruined chapel, but in the fog, Reg stood with his back to the girls, gripping his sword tightly.
In front of him were four vague figures wielding various weapons.
He was facing off against four adventurers.
“It’s the same party that ambushed us earlier! They tracked us here!”
Suna immediately tried to grab her staff and join the fight, but her body was still too weak—she couldn’t even stand up.
Those four shadows had been circling the church five minutes ago.
It wasn’t until they moved in that Reg stepped out to intercept them, buying time for Truth to finish healing Suna.
Now, after a few tense seconds of standoff, Reg lunged forward and engaged them directly.
The clash of steel and the hiss of arrows flying through the fog echoed unceasingly.
Back inside the church, Truth gently patted Suna’s head.
“You shouldn’t push yourself yet. You need to rest. Oh, how about we play a little Q&A game? You answer my questions— like the history of Deya City, for example?”
“This is not the time to be resting or playing games, Miss Priestess! Even if Reg can hold his own against the four of them, we are completely helpless right now! We’ll only drag him down— we need to—”
Crash!
Suddenly, a rusty— but menacing— greatsword slammed into the stone pillar behind Suna, causing her to let out a startled squeak and dive straight into Truth’s arms.
“Well, well. So you’re hiding here, little mage. Still managed to run this far even after I put an arrow in your leg, huh? Oh? You’ve picked up a priest too. Not bad-looking. A bit flat-chested, though. But hey, some pervs like the petite ones. I know I do. Hahaha!”
The man who appeared was one of the shadowy figures Reg had been fighting.
Dressed like a hunter, his face was rough and brutish.
During the battle, he’d used the fog as cover to slip past Reg and sneak into the church.
Now, his hulking frame hunched forward as he stalked toward the two girls, eyes gleaming with greedy lust as they raked over them both.
And that was the last straw for Truth.
Flat-chested? What’s wrong with being flat-chested?! I just got isekai’d and I’m already in a bad mood—and you think you get to comment on my body?!
Fine. You’ve chosen death.
Calmly setting the trembling Suna down, Truth stood up and looked the man over.
Her gaze paused on the cut along his arm, and she smiled faintly.
“You seem to be injured. Would you like some help with that? I can heal you.”
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