Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Casually walking towards the Lost, Lucius paid no attention to the place where the ‘weasel’ was.

“Young Lord Asher!” The soldiers doing their work near the Lost all stood up to salute.

“At ease.” Lucius responded before looking at the Lost.

Their faces were hidden behind the helmets, but Lucius didn’t need to look at them to know what they were thinking.

‘The gains from the souls have increased their power on some level too. The feed back is steadily improving them…’ Lucius thought to himself.

But he only thought about this for a second, as his main goal was something else here. Lucius accessed the minds of the Lost and got the information from them.

“Let’s see what the weasel wants and how it got here.” Lucius muttered before directing the Lost to spread around.

It was just as a precaution and would prevent the weasel from escaping and others of his kind from coming in as a back up.

The soldiers doing their duty felt strange seeing Lucius mutter a few words to the Lost before going away. Even the Lost who had not spoken a word since the start went somewhere.

The lost were rather fast and they couldn’t even tell when they were out of their field of vision._.

Lucius on the other hand, continued to walk towards the camp for the injured.

“How are our men doing?” Lucius asked one of the nurses tending to the soldiers.

“Ah, Young Lord Asher!” The nurse was a bit surprised. “We thankfully had you so we can respond quick. All those that are not dead will survive and as long as we get them to the healers quickly, they will have no lasting injuries.” The nurse replied.

“Is that so? Well, that’s good. Keep up the excellent work.” Lucius replied with a smile.

But at the same time, his eyes twitched as a string of words appeared in front of him.

Gift Name: Lingering Mark

Description: The owner can put an invisible mark made from the sweat secreted from their skin. This mark can last for up to a month and will be traceable using dogs and other such beasts.

Rank: Rare

Type: Emission

Evolution: Possible

Lucius’ eyes narrowed as the information presented to him was a bit different than he had expected.

‘It’s not really something that can harm directly… while it can be a privacy and security threat, tracking injured soldiers isn’t of much use since they would be found simply by asking around.’ Lucius thought to himself.

The nurse in front of him was the person that Lost had detected entering the camp. The Lost had better senses than most and was vigilantly looking around all the time. Their sense of smell could even differential between the hundreds of people that were here right now.

And they had informed Lucius that this nurse had appeared from outside the battlefield. It would have been normal if she had come along with the batches of other nurses, but she had come from an entirely different side of the battlefield and had sneaked her way in to make it seem like she was here the entire time.

The others didn’t suspect anything at all as there were too many nurses and the injured soldiers were not in a state to be alert either.

‘Seems like I’ll have to get to know her a bit more.’ Lucius thought as he gazed into the eyes of the nurse, making her avert her gaze and blush slightly.

Lucius was after all, rather handsome and such an occurrence was rather common for him now when he met with most women.

“May I have the honor of knowing what your name is Nurse?” Lucius gently asked.

“Of course Young Lord! I’m June.” The nurse hurriedly replied.

“Ah, Nurse June. That is a sweet name.” Lucius complemented, and maintained his smile, only make the nurse blush more.

“Then, can I trouble Nurse June to take a look at my injuries?” Lucius questioned.

“You are injured, my lord!?” The soldiers nearby heard it and said out loud in concern.

“I am, but nothing you need to worry about right now, soldier. For now, you all just need to focus on resting and healing.” Lucius quickly responded, only making the soldiers feel content that their young lord was worried about them.

The nurse on the other hand, showed a slightly bothered expression. But this faded away almost instantly and was replaced with the same worried expression.

“YES! Please Young lord, we need to take care of your injuries quickly!” Nurse June answered.

She seemed to be a bit eager and was about to pull on Lucius’ armor.

“Wait, not here.” Lucius interrupted. “We’ll go to my private tent.” He added.

“S-sure, Young lord Asher.” The nurse said and her fingers eased up.

‘Hmm… is she pretending or making a mistake deliberately?’ Lucius wondered, noting her body language.

The two quickly left the large tent and went to another smaller tent that was built for Lucius to rest.

The flap was lifted, and Lucius entered first with the Nurse following behind him.

“Please take a seat and let me take a look, Young lord.” The Nurse said and gestured for Lucius.

Lucius did as was asked, all the while maintaining a genial expression.

~clack~

~Clack~

One by one, the buckles of the armor were released before it finally came apart.

With it off, the nurse gently touched Lucius’s skin, more specifically his right arm as there was quite some blood on it.

“Young Lord has certainly fought valiantly.” Nurse June said, but then her brows furrowed. “But you have surprisingly not sustained any injuries?”

~shua~

At this time, Lucius felt faint waves of Aether swirling in the air. With his enhanced senses, he could easily tell that a gift had been activated.

“Does Nurse June have a healing gift?” Lucius suddenly asked.

“Huh?” The nurse was a bit startled. “No…” She replied.

And as soon as she said this, Lucius’s expression turned cold.

“Then what did you just use on me?”