Looking at the bracelet, I pressed it, and it showed my altered stat and information.
Wait . . . +2 STR and +10 INT?
Who would believe that number after my stay here for almost a month? At least make it in the twenties.
"Cross!"
Thomas ran to me while stumbling on his feet.
Panting, he said, "Whew. I thought I would never make it with ten INT and two STR.
". . . Uhm . . . You're a White Mage, right?" I asked.
Thomas readily nodded before he scratched his head in embarrassment. "Yes. I don't have any attack spells with me, yet. So . . . my weak stat."
I guess the jokes were on me.
His face then brightened. "How about you, Cross?"
"Ah . . ." I looked away. "My stats are the same as yours too."
Thomas blinked. "Oh, so you're a White Mage like me too?"
I scratched my nose. "That's . . . I'm a . . . Black Mage?"
