While Jacob the ghost lich was sulking, Miguel turned back to see what had happened to the elf girl and that weird entity that accompanied her, as for the bracelet, Miguel put it out of his mind for the time being.
His knowledge of the world was limited, He wasn't from this world in the first place and his life as Miguel was limited to his home village as well as the town he registered as an adventurer. There was, of course Jacob who knew of the past but he wouldn't know of the present. Therefore, the elf was a better choice to obtain necessary knowledge in the long run.
"Is this girl afraid of ghosts or something?" Miguel said under his breath.
In front of him, on her knees with her head on the ground, the little elf remained still in her bow. The cloud on the other hand was a deep contrast to her behavior, it behaved more like a kid curious about the world.
"Hey, you're an elf, right?" He asked the girl, "You don't have to worry about the ghost, it won't harm you."
"You! Who you calling 'it'?" The ghost reacted unkindly but Miguel didn't put much interest in it.
Miguel snapped back, "I wasn't talking to you."
"Hey girl, I can't talk to you if you stay on the floor like that. Rise up!" Miguel encouraged. It wasn't like he cared about the girl either but to reach his immediate goal he had get this person off the ground.
"Yes Milord."
'Milord, what the-" Miguel didn't understand the elf girls behavior. Was she referring to him?
Miguel glanced back to Jacob, the ghost, is really a scary figure. He was feeling the same when the purple being appeared from nowhere. No matter how scary he initially thought the apparition was, he overcame it.
"What you're looking at me for? This girl is reacting like that because of you." Jacob pointed at the female body ahead.
Turning back, Miguel was also taken aback. The swamp chief's daughter was indeed reacting to him. She wasn't what he expected, now that he had a clear view of her standing upright.
Unlike the elves he had heard of, she wasn't like that. Neither fair skinned nor blonde. In fact, he already made note that she was quite the shorty when he had awoken. She did have the pointy ears though, not exaggerated but enough to notice.
Seeing the elven body reminded him of the Hispanics from his previous world, however, if you looked at the girl without paying attention, you'd find a greenish hue appearing on her. It must've something to do with living in the swamp.
Two pieces of cloth covered the elf body. One covering the chest area that was by no means flat and the other covered the bottom. The material covering the bottom was long enough to hide the bum and at the front, it was knotted, the remaining material was pleated in such a way to hang over her womanhood.
Miguel brought his eyes up to the girls face, she wasn't looking back at him. Though she was standing, her head with thick, slick long black hair hung forward facing the ground.
"What's your name?" He asked the elven babe.
"My name? My name, Milord, is Lydia. I'm the third daughter of the chief from the southern marsh."
"You're an elf, right?"
"Of course, although us swamp elves are not popular. We did share a common ancestor." Lydia replied nervously, yet the elf did not stumble over her words. But her nervousness could still be seen, her hands were holding the pleats of her cloth, fidgeting continuously.
Having a satisfied look, Miguel learned something new about elves. He proceeded to ask another question. He meant to ask, why a swamp elf was far from home, but chose against it. It wasn't his business and he had his own business to take care of.
Instead, Miguel asked, "What is that thing?" Pointing at the cloud hovering around.
Lydia seemed surprised by the question. her mouth remained agape. She closed it again when she thought it was rude of her. Shifting a little to stare at the Cloud named cloud then back at Miguel she spoke.
"You really don't know?"
"I don't."
"This... But you're the Chosen Champion." She said
"Chosen Champ, huh?! It makes sense, it makes sense now." Jacob cut in, he seemed to have an idea, though, he didn't say more on that. Instead he continued, "Where's your mark, let's see it."
"I'm not sure, what is this chosen champion?" Miguel asked, not understanding this sudden turn of events.
Jacob began to elaborate, "The Gods, now and then tend to send a staunch follower of there's to regulate this world. They're called Chosen Champions. All champions carry a mark of the God they're under."
"A Chosen Champion is a hero among men. There to protect the faith of the followers." Lydia spoke. She bent over in a bow and with her utmost sincerity she said, "Please, Milord! You have to save my people."
"Huh!?" Miguel was almost bewildered by what he heard. Hero, champion. Since when did he sign up for this. Just now he was told that he came back to life because of the bracelet he wore, the Ring of Dead.
A realisation came to mind. It wasn't particularly surprising but now he thought what he heard made sense. He put a hand on his shoulder, just below was a mark that was indeed present. The Mark of Minerva. Lydia must've seen the mark and changed her behavior.
When he was younger, Miguel heard from an old man from his village. The mark was a blessing by the goddess of fertility. The information he just received was definitely more intricate than what he knew initially.
"Am I something like a messiah now." Miguel smirked.
"Oh! You really do have a mark. I don't think I've seen this one before." Said Jacob, standing right behind Miguel and examining the mark that couldn't be hidden by worn vest. A nod of the phantom's head would happen now an then.
"This definitely not a mark that comes from a mainstream God. It might not be a mark from a third rate God." Jacob determined like he was an expert in the knowledge of Gods.
"This is the blessing I received from Minerva. I received it when I was born. You are right about the goddess, she's an over looked person amongst the Gods." Miguel spoke, his knowledge may be limited to a village or Kryonite town but he wasn't deaf. Any information he needed would be found by listening to the words shared by the locals.
"Let's make a deal." Suggested the ghost lich.
"Nah! I'm good."
"Milord, The Goddess of fertility, Minerva is our races worshipable deity. I implore you, please help our people. Just now some of us were captured" The elf, Lydia requested.
"There is something that needs to to be done first. If we find them along the way then I'll focus myself there." Miguel said, thinking it over. He didn't want to do favors but if it impressed the beautiful Goddess, it might churn some good returns.
*****
In a remote mountain range, hidden from unwanted eyes. An entrance to a cave remained. At the cave entrance, on the wall, words could be seen scribed in an unknown language.
Others may not know what those words meant but for those who knew, it meant that this hidden base is a safe haven.
Not too far from the entrance, a number of kids went about their childish activities. Their playing went well without anxiety. All of this was monitored by the elders present.
Although the number of adults present were few, they all seemed to cooperate effortlessly. It was all done in the teachings of their monastery.
That's right! The majority of people here were priests and nuns, the others were the orphaned kids and the guardians that pledged their faith in the temple they followed.
The reason why these people had taken residence in such a hidden environment was due to the tragedy that struck their places of worship. To be put simply, a rival church had plotted against them.
However, due to good fortune or it could be said, the grace of God. They were informed ahead of time, thus they were able to avoid an absolute calamity. Their saviour was a blind sword maiden along with her companions.
Currently that very same maiden was residing in one of the guest rooms of the caves interior. The inside of the cave, the hidden base, was intricately designed. The walls were bedecked by precious jewels that dissipated the darkness. Corridors and intersections were very elaborate, the place could be no better than a small village if one had to compare.
"AAAH... AAAARGH... HOH ...HOH!"
Inside a guest room, a young lady who supposed to be resting was gasping and moaning. Her legs that was exquisitely shaped shivered uncontrollably, worse still was the continuous thrusting of her hips. She tried to get a grasp of herself, nothing worked.
When the torturous period ended, lying on the bed as if paralyzed. The lady gasped for breath. Sweat covered her body but that wasn't the only thing that was wet. She could feel her lower half and everything connected with it was similarly soaked.
"Milady! Milady, I heard you yelling."
The room door flung open, an elderly lady dressed in a maids uniform entered without hesitation. The maid wasn't an ordinary servant, she was the hand picked maidservant of the royal concubine from the kingdom of Alteria.
"Oh my God! Princess Kiara, a lady shouldn't create a mess like that, especially in another's home."
"Shu-shut it Lynette!"
"Milady, tell me this instant. Which man had you been dreaming off, is it that handsome priest that's popular with the nuns. I knew from the very beginning, we shouldn't have saved him."
Lynette approached the bed. The maid simply came over to examine the lady laying down. Coming over, the first thing she did was meet with Kiara's eyes. Both were dead, not because of the current scene but from the reaction of the princess using her miraculous power of foretelling. The maid's heart softened in sadness because of her lady's blindness but the princess had improved immeasurably as a result.
"Haa... Aunt Lynette, you know well that I've never come in contact with anyone from the opposite gender."
"Did all this happen because you were thinking of me?"
"Ew, I'll never do that." Kiara retorted
Lynette left her master's side and headed for the table nearby. She wanted to fill a cup with water, looking at the princess's exhaustion she must be thirsty.
"What happened, dear?" The maidservant asked. "Who was the man to take your heart in the most spectacular way?"
"Tch, no one took my heart. In fact... in fact..." Kiara remembered the scene from her vision, she was at a loss for words as she didn't know how to express herself.
Her already red face felt like it was burning like fire now. How could she freely speak about the vision she dreamed?
That a man was literally pounding her from behind, Repositioning her and proceeded to violate her again. Of course the girl in the vision was not her but for some reason Kiara went through the experience.
Kiara saw the man in the vision had white hair, brown pale skin and eerie purple eyes, for some reason she felt the man to be familiar but it was clear that it was the first time seeing him, or was it?
"...His not a man but a beast. An evil, evil beast"
"Is that so, Milady." Lynette giggled, the reason for her action was because she couldn't accept princess Kiara's description seriously if she says it with a ridiculous smile on her face.