Playing with other Supernaturals

Chapter 859 New Addition to the Expedition

The commotion outside became louder and it wasn’t long before the curtains blocking the main tent’s entrance parted and revealed three figures, two of which were familiar to almost everyone.

“Good day, everyone. I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting.” The one in the center led the other two. With graceful steps that were almost divine and silky smooth shiny long purple hair flowing behind her, Medusa entered the tent wearing her revealing black and purple combat attire and purple blindfold. Despite her cold countenance, she was so bright that it was as if she lightened the room.

Everyone, male or female was taken aback by her appearance and seemed to question her identity, including those from the Freya Familia. With a wry smile, Finn muttered, “I see now… No wonder it was noisy outside. I hope a fight doesn’t start over this.”

“That is none of my concern.” Medusa wasn’t unaware of what her appearance and aura could do. In fact, she was painfully aware of it and it was technically the reason for her tragedy from long ago. If the men started killing each other because of her, she wouldn’t bat an eye at it and just leave the ghastly scene hoping that some of them wouldn’t be able to bother her and her sisters in the future.

It was because of this apathy that she failed to recognize Bell, the current Captain of the Miach Familia, who was looking at her in a trance. But even if she had noticed, the most she could give him is a cold glance. Thanks to this apathy, however, Bell’s unique skill didn’t deactivate and was only further strengthened while hoping for her recognition, never realizing that it was already doomed from the start.

But amidst this admiration, Medusa noticed something different and turned in Riveria’s direction. Although she couldn’t see the expression she was making, she was giving off a familiar feeling. It was a feeling that she always exuded when in front of her sisters. The feeling of inferiority without any hint of jealousy.

Riveria was shocked when Medusa suddenly turned her head in her direction and was even more surprised when she smiled and said, “Outward appearances are the least of his concerns.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Riveria immediately feigned ignorance and minutely controlled her expression as she thought that her feelings were showing on her face. It was then she remembered that Medusa was currently blindfolded and wondered how she figured her out. Still, it was a good way to dodge her words and asked, “What happened to your eyes? Were you injured?”

‘Wait… Why did I assume that she’s talking about Kisuke? Why did I act like I knew what she was talking about? And is she even talking to me in the first place?’

As various thoughts swirled inside of Riveria’s head, Medusa chuckled at her reaction which was the stark contrast to the demeanor she was showing just previously, and put half of those in the room into an immediate trance, “I’m not injured. Let’s just say that it’s a form of training so that even without my sight, I’d still be able to accurately tell what’s going on in my surroundings using just my other senses.”

All of sudden, a dagger connected to a set of chains materialized on Medusa’s hand and she threw it towards Ottar, who was about to grab his sword. It was so fast that even though they recognized her actions, no one was able to do anything, “I don’t have anything to prove to you, but please curb your curiosity with this. I don’t have any spare time to waste on you.”

Ottar smiled as he looked back to the dagger that’d punched straight through the hand that was about to grab his weapon, “How wonderful. You’re the same type of monster as the both of them.” he muttered as fighting spirit filled his whole body. While everyone else was speechless, they all immediately recovered, except for Bell who was technically a newbie and quietly panicking at the sight of gushing blood.

Medusa ignored his comment and finally proceeded to introduce those behind her, “Everyone already knows her, but allow me to present you Line Arshe. In response to your lack of healing items and personnel, Yoruichi has asked me to bring her here.”

Line stepped forward and bowed down, “Please take care of me!”

Those who knew of her could still see her low self-esteem. However, only those with sharp eyes could see beyond it, ‘That movement and demeanor… Only experienced Adventurers could have those. It looks like she wasn’t just studying Magic from him.’ Finn thought while his doubts regarding her loyalty to the Loki Familia began to surface.

“I’m sorry to say this, but what can a single person do?” Tsubaki suddenly asked.

In response, Medusa answered, “Conveniently, there’s a wounded man here. Line-san, please show them what you can do.”

“Yes!”

“Conveniently you say…” The corner of Tsubaki’s mouth twitched as she stopped herself from retorting, so did the others.

The conveniently wounded man was curious about what Line could do, so he stretched out his hand when she approached. But it didn’t take more than a few seconds before multiple Magic Circles were deployed around the hand and it was to everyone’s view how Ottar’s flesh started mending itself before his hand was repaired to perfection, “I opted to use your own cell’s regeneration capacity to heal you since you have a lot of stamina. It should be just like waiting for it to heal over time, but I just guided and accelerated the process.”, Line explained to the stunned Ottar who was healed faster than even an Elixir could.

“How was it?” asked Finn.

“…Incredible.”, murmured Ottar, “Not even the lingering pain that Potions always leave behind.”

Finn then turned to Line and asked, “How many times can you do this?”

Without any hesitation, Line answered with a smile, “If it’s how I just healed Ottar-san, I can do it as many times as time allows and without rest for about… hmmm… three days, I guess?”

“Nonstop for three days!?” Shakti stood up and slammed the table.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, Line, instead, became embarrassed and replied while scratching her cheek, “I’m sorry, but that’s only as far as my mental capacity can go. But I’ll be fine and could go again after a good night’s rest and a portion of hearty food!”

“I’m not discounting your ability, though!? And you’ll be fine after a night’s rest!? Not even a short-lasting fatigue or physical pain!?”

“But a healer needs to be able to heal their allies without compromising one’s abilities, though? There’s no point if the healer is the first to go down after healing a few times.”

“That’s not what I’m talk-”

Before Shakti could finish talking, Line interrupted her because she thought she finally got what she meant, “Please let me explain. The treatment I gave Ottar-san can only be applied to minor wounds like that and to stronger individuals since it would be consuming their stamina greatly.”

“For fatal wounds or those who are weakened, I would need to use my Magic Power reserves to do the treatment. In regards to that, I can only do it about 300-400 times before needing a break for a whole day. I can’t just do something about my reserves. And while I can use Magic Stones as a substitute, I’m not proficient enough to purify the Magic Power within, so using it for treatment might have adverse effects on the patient, so I’m only doing that if it’s an emergency.”

“…” There were so many points of retort that Shakti and everyone remained speechless.

The second person who came with Medusa nodded in understanding and thought, ‘As expected of a member of that group. Over the top as usual.’