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Name: Avendial Croceaus
Title: Marquess, Regressed Villain, The Black Vessel, Cursed One.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Class: Undesignated
Level: 1
Vitality: 78/97 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Synergy Levels: NULL
Stamina: 09/80 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Strength: 12/70 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Agility: 70/80 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Mental strength: 150/100 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Intelligence: 130/100 --⟩ Switch the comparison to others.
Charm: 94/100 --⟩ (:- Compare with other races )
Luck: Black (Every action faces a 96% likelihood of failing.)
Emotional State: Focused, Calm and Composed
Physical Condition: Exhausted
Physical stats: 74 beats per minute, 19 breaths per minute.
Abilities: NULL --⟩ Cursed
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'What was that?' Aria thought, her expression one of sheer shock as her mind replayed the status window that had appeared just moments ago.
It had come out of nowhere, and unlike the usual brief titles she was familiar with, this one was filled with so many details that it left her bewildered.
Yet, amidst the confusion, she could sense an underlying connection, leading her to realize that she had awakened this ability, just as he had informed her.
Memories of Avendial's words came rushing back.
He had mentioned that he orchestrated everything to help her unlock her potential.
While a part of her was still furious with him, the anger hadn't quite crossed the line into hatred.
She understood that his intentions had been to aid her in awakening this power, but that didn't mean she would simply forgive him for his actions.
After all, this was her first time experiencing such a phenomenon, and the unpleasant memories associated with being subjected to his previous perverted antics lingered like a bad taste in her mind.
"Huh... I see," Avendial said, his expression shifting to one of intensity as he gradually regained his composure.
If she were to place herself in his position and imagine returning to the past, she would undoubtedly feel disheartened and sad to see the person she loves taking her efforts for granted, failing to appreciate her favors.
She realized that she was now in a similar situation—initially hoping for someone to assist her father, yet being selfishly fixated on waiting for him to come to her aid.
Throughout the night, she cursed him as harshly as possible, oblivious to the fact that everything he did was for her benefit, all aimed at ensuring she could live longer and awaken her potential.
Despite the tumultuous events at the academy and her explicit insistence that she was no longer the same as her future self, he continued to make efforts to help her in any way he could.
Upon hearing his words and noticing the status window revealing the extent of his exhaustion, it became painfully clear that he was pushing himself beyond his limits to assist her.
All the while, he endured the anguish of being blamed by her, despite being the very person who sought to help her through it all.
"....." Avendial stood in the dimly lit room, absorbing Aria's frantic yelling as she firmly insisted he leave.
He understood that her outburst was more about releasing her pent-up anger and emotions rather than a genuine desire for him to depart.
He had experienced this kind of episode before, and despite her apparent demand, he sensed she didn't truly mean it.
He was tired, his body craving rest, but in his mind, he urged himself to hang on for just a few more minutes.
He knew that if he didn't act now, he would forfeit one of the crucial advantages he held in this journey.
Thus, he steeled himself and made his way toward the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Aria yelled again, her voice thick with bewilderment as she sat on the floor, emotionally overwhelmed.
She was grappling with the weight of his unwavering support and the absence of any warnings about the future, the looming threats of a world that could destroy them, and the significance of her unique abilities.
It was as though he was raising walls to shield her from harsh truths while simultaneously empowering her to navigate this tumultuous reality.
Aria was all too familiar with the pain of unreciprocated feelings, realizing how devastating it can be when someone does everything they can for the person they care about, only to find that love isn't returned.
She perceived the sadness behind Avendial's façade, the way his gaze lingered on her—she was a mirror image of the woman he loved, yet there was an undeniable difference.
"I need to pee," Avendial remarked casually, shrugging off the tension that hung in the air.
He aimed to lighten the mood, knowing all too well how overwhelmed she had become.
It was crucial to keep her grounded, to prevent her from spiraling into confusion again, especially since he needed her insights into her abilities, not another trance akin to the one from the night before.
"Ahem, y-you can go then," Aria stammered, feeling her heart race as embarrassment washed over her.
She instinctively slapped her hand over her face, eyes covered, blushing for having questioned him about his destination.
It should have been obvious.
A fleeting glance towards the bathroom confirmed it, and she could hardly believe it herself.
'!?'
"W-wah?! What are you doing here?" Aria exclaimed, startled to find him suddenly close, just a half-hand's distance away.
His relaxed smile only intensified her surprise.
The teasing that had become a regular feature of their interactions this night suddenly returned to her mind, a stark contrast to the serious matters they had just been grappling with.
"Tell me, what are the things you can see?" Avendial asked directly, maintaining his smile as he kept his gaze trained on her, sensing her mood had lightened.
Hearing his question, her eyes widened before settling into a look of calm determination.
She nodded, visibly preparing to share everything with him.