Startled, Damien pulled away from Wistoria and looked behind him.
On the threshold of the infirmary stood Thalia, she was holding a tray with a flask and a plate which held bacon, mashed potato and a sort of kidney bean pie.
"Thalia," Damien greeted her with a smile. "Good morning," he slid a glance at Wistoria but the woman instead of looking annoyed was now smirking haughtily.
And if women were a mystery to Damien before, they turned a whole new mysterious force to him after this.
Thalia stepped inside the infirmary with the tray in her hands, she looked as homely as Wistoria looked wild. She placed the tray on the side cabinet where a small vase with a little white flower sat, before straightening up.
She said to Damien, "Did I disrupt you ?" Her gaze was sullen as she glanced at Wistoria with a gloomy gaze.
"No, you did not," Damien replied, smelling the scent of gunpowder in the room. He asked Thalia, "Is there something that matters?"
"Master Godric has asked for you," said Thalia as she turned to look at him, her gaze softened lightly while looking at Damien.
"Master Godric?"
"That's right," Thalia nodded as she stated, "Master Godric has something to say to you, he asked you to come and see him after you are done with your breakfast." she paused and added, "Alone, that is."
Wistoria raised a brow when she heard Thalia's words but she didn't say anything as a retort. Damien was thankful for that, as the last thing he wanted was for the two women to start a cat fight first thing in the morning.
He quickly finished his breakfast before getting down the bed and rushing out of the infirmary.
"What's wrong? Feeling a bit less confident now that the night has passed?" master Godric said to him and Damien shook his head before saying to him, "It's not that, if I become the main healer of the guild, there will be a lot of dissatisfaction." Powered by m|v|l|e|mpyr
He paused and added, "And I am nothing special." He was speaking the truth. Dan was the reason why he could do half of the things, compared to the healers who could treat an injury with a snap of their fingers, he was on the slow side.
"It's alright. Even if the guild members are dissatisfied, it will only help us in clearing up the guild which we have avoided for a long time." He paused before continuing, "And as for not being special? Who said that you need to be special to do great things?"
Damien felt a boost of confidence. It was a nice feeling, hearing someone speak with him with no spectism or doubt in their tone.
"Anyway," Master Godric changed the topic. "I never expected anything special from you."
"That's good to know," stated Damien feeling the balloon within his chest puncturing.
Master Godric smiled at him upon hearing his words. He interlocked his fingers and placed them on the surface of the table, "You will soon learn that only those who have no expectations weighing down on their shoulders, do great things."
"Fulfilling others expectations is a bit taxing – but fulfilling your own.. On the other hand," he trailed off before pushing a piece of yellowing paper in front of Damien. He said to him, "This is your first mission. The client has requested to follow her especially."
"Geez, who is crazy enough to ask me to follow her on a mission?" Damien said as he pulled the paper towards him. He glanced at the information on it and frowned before saying, "Music box? I have to look for a music box and destroy it?"
What kind of childish mission was this?
"Not just any music box– The Music Box of Doom. It was created by one of the transcendental beastman."
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