There is a bit of difference between my abilities and the abilities of my companions, I mean, the superpowers or magic or whatever we gain by consuming that god's tear.
While those of my companions like Huanca are based more on some kind of ability like the control of a green energy or super strength, speed... what I gained after consuming that god's tear is more like a set of everything.
The control of energy in its purest state in general to produce all kinds of effects, at the same time, this energy strengthens my body involuntarily making all my senses are enhanced,.
Although initially not as powerful as some of my companions' superpowers, it can be said that I have a lot of leeway.
I sighed with some relief and tiredness, my eyes focused on the practice dummy cut in half, if I could control the energy more precisely, Why not manifest some maigc as it affects my enemy's internal organs?
Well, I had also thought about that possibility, but, it seems to be something difficult to control in my current situation, I mean, I lack experience, I think.
"My lord, it's amazing, you have achieved this level in just a few weeks...", Kamila approaches with a smile as she brings me some kind of juice in a glass pitcher next to a glass on a tray.
I saw the juice in the glass and began to drink the cold juice.
"Did you hear anything about Huayta?", I asked with a solemn face, Kamila who I had previously given the order to ask about Huayta nods her head with a nervous smile.
"Sir Huayta ended his life about five days ago, he was found in his room with a sword through his heart...", Kamila comments with a slightly sad tone of voice.
"You didn't understand me, though, it's okay...", I raised my hand to touch Kamila's chin.
My enhanced eyes can see every detail of Kamila's skin, every millimeter of her perfectly smooth skin.
"You don't have pores or facial hair either, it's not because you shave...", I paused, narrowing my eyes, "It's like you're made entirely of silicone", I murmured, appreciating the details in her skin.
"My lord, I don't understand..." Kamila whispers while blushing.
"Is that so?", I almost laughed at the irony, "I don't think Huayta has Japanese tendencies to commit Sepukku, but...", I change the subject and have some juice, 'Well, who knows..."
"Ah, yes... Sir, here... this is the information you wanted...", Kamila handed me a kind of sheet of paper with several words written on it, as I read it I nodded with a slight smile.
This is the level of powers and professions in the Arlott kingdom.
Two main professions are the Knight and the Mage, but there are also alternatives such as Alchemist or Cook that are considered of a lower grade than Knight and Mage.
Within the Knights there are several divisions of power that separate them.
There is the:
Apprentice Knight.
Knight Expert.
Master Knight.
Knight of the earth.
Knight of the sky.
Grand Knight.
This way of classifying is repeated for the other three professions, such as Apprentice Mage, Expert Mage, Master Mage, etc. and the same for Alchemists or Cooks.
But there are differences between these professions, the knight focuses on refining the primordial energy of the body to strengthen or use some skills, while the Magician uses it to cast spells, the Alchemist uses this same energy to make potions either poison, healing or some different, and the Cook, uses this energy to cook and achieve incredible effects.
What catches my attention, is that a Cook can from the apprentice rank, start cooking delicious food that increases temporarily or permanently the attributes of a person, an example would be a chicken broth that increases to some extent the physical strength for an hour, or a small amount of physical strength permanently.
Flexibility is the key, and cooks can cook foods that increase perception, energy, reserves of energy, etc., while this happens they also need certain materials like Alchemists to cook their food with special effects.
There is no Healer or Priest profession, I guess or I dare to suppose that it is because there are already Alchemists who can make a healing potion or a cook who can cook something that heals the wounded person.
By the way, while Knight and Mage is considered to be primarily combat and battle professions, the other two are support professions.
If I want to measure my power by controlling the basic and primordial energy of my body, then I wouldn't have a way to do it, unlike Knights, Mages and so on, there doesn't seem to be a kind of rank on what I can do.
But, according to Kamila's words, my power is comparable to that of an apprentice Knight who is just starting his/her training, which is somewhat encouraging considering that not everyone can be an apprentice Knight and one has to train a lot to become one.
Unlike simple soldiers who go to war, apprentice Knights are already seen as powerful little bosses who have far surpassed the limits of human limits.
But what Kamila sees is only a part of my power, so perhaps my power is close to the rank of an experienced apprentice Knight.
Staring at the sword at my waist, a small thought crosses my mind.
"Kamila, what if I tell you that...", before I can continue speaking, a familiar person appears at the training site, his hair glistens in the sunlight while his slightly flushed androgynous face makes any man sigh for him, it's Charles.
As soon as Charles' figure is visible, several of my companions quickly stop training and cast their eyes on Charles, all the servants immediately, no matter what they were doing, bow from their position, showing respect.
However, there is a tension in the air that can easily be felt, after all, everyone here knows that Diana disappeared after she told her that Charles wanted to see her.
Charles quickly ignores the several servants who greet him and walks quickly to my position.
I don't know how to feel about Charles, I don't feel cheated and I don't think I can be disrespectful or ask anything of a prince, Is this what slaves feel?
"Bro... Quasimodo, long time no see", Charles clears his throat, "hey, thanks for that day, I mean, it was a good thing for me...", Charles smiles slightly at me, his attitude very affectionate.
Several of my companions present observe me, among them he could guess that there are hostile looks, no wonder, since Diana disappeared several of them have blamed me, like Caero, they say I have something to do with this.
I've heard some call me a traitor, or say that I'm not a man, some things I don't really care about, but... I think, in some way, Diana is important for me.
"Hey, it's a shame, really, really, I'm sorry,...", Charles apologizes as he bows slightly, my eyes widen in mild surprise, I can hear several murmurs from my classmates as well as feel their slight restrained anger, indeed, Diana was popular, a good person in general at least in high school.
"Do you have her?, I mean, Do you have Diana?, Where is she?", I can't help but ask, ignoring the dissimulated uproar of my companions and their maids trying to get them to shut up.
Charles who has obviously noticed the situation simply ignores them and gives me a slightly forced smile.
"I... really, seriously, I tried to make her feel comfortable, I mean, I thought she might be the right one...", Charles bites his lower lip, "The right one for what?", I couldn't help but ask.
"It's my mother, the queen, she has long insisted on my wedding, I thought Diana would accept, I mean, the last invocation of heroes, back then women weren't so....", Charles seems to struggle for words to find, I couldn't help but look at him and say, "Independent?", Charles opens his eyes and looks at me, "Exactly,, independent, that is the word."
I understand it, Charles' words, what he suggest, independent women is one of the achievements of the modern and not so modern era, it was lived even before the 2000's, but, "hat is Charles wanting to communicate to me?
"There will be a funeral worthy of... her, I promise you", Charles smiles nervously and nods his head several times, "I promise..."
My eyes narrow, my mind, my body, for a moment, a brief moment, a feeling of repressed rage passes through my heart reaching my brain.
...
I didn't finish analyzing his words well, I can understand, the implication of all this, the why, Diana somehow is dead, I understand that and yet, Why do I find it hard to accept it?
I feel like a spectator, maybe, I am a spectator.
The news that Charles has just given me makes me lose myself in my thoughts, I didn't know Diana well, not even my friend, nothing like that, yet somehow, having accepted Charles' proposal to talk to Diana and then what happened to her before she disappeared is, something that weighs on my mind.
I watched as Charles walks past me and walks over, his eyes seem to be fixed on my companions who have gathered in a small group.
"Gentlemen, Ladies, It is not my pleasure to inform you, I must say it grieves me too much...", Charles speaks forcefully and curtly, if at all possible he is lying, he is a very good actor.
...
It wasn't pleasant what happened, as modern people many of my companions still don't seem to know the power that a prince like Charles, Well, I don't even know what being a prince entails.
There were a lot of complaints from my companions, accusations themselves, substantiated or not... it doesn't matter.
Yet Charles handled all of this like a kind and patient man, hmph, I can still remember the terrified faces of those personal maids.
It seemed like the maids would kill my companions at that moment, I guess it was a serious lack of respect.
"So, what are you planning to do?..." Huanca ask, I'm currently in his room and we're drinking some wine like last time.
"This is all very weird", I laughed nervously, "I mean... Huayta and his... I don't think that was his style", I bit my lower lip anxiously, "What do you think about Diana and why haven't I seen Caero since this morning?", I asked quietly.
Huanca simply watches me, he takes a sip of the wine before clearing his throat.
"I have some concerns about the past, hehehe", Huanca moves a little closer to me, his voice almost seems unheard and he dissimulates as he moves closer, as if he wants to give me a hug.
Huanca slips a sheet of paper into my pockets slyly as she laughs loudly.
"Jajaja, you're with that perfume smell again, Did you hug Kamila again?...", Huanca quickly changes the subject, his audible laughter causing several thoughts and assumptions to run through my head, If he's trying to hide something, he's a terrible actor.
Making a decision a in stnstant my expression changes to a blushing one, maybe this is a hint from Huanca to be more careful, for now I can simply act, although I am also a terrible actor, "Actually, she is very beautiful... I mean, I am not a pedophile, I love her as if she is my daughter...", I said straightforwardly but Huanca simply slaps me hard on my chest.
"Jajaja, Don't lie to me Quasi, even you don't believe that...", Huanca started talking about some mundane things, and soon I went back to my room.