Chapter 76: Clearing the Air

Chapter 76: Clearing the Air

We all gathered in the library. It was not something that we usually did during the day. Normally we were all going about our jobs, making sure everything was maintained. But Beatrice had something that she needed to tell us.

She and Tony sat across from each other at one of the tables while I rested a little off to the side. "I'm sorry, Tony. I haven't told you the full truth of everything that is going on here. But it's gotten to the point where I'm going to have to come clean."

I always liked that turn of phrase. It was tasteful. Beatrice gave Tony a second to process the information, but he didn't seem to need it. Waiting patiently, Tony just nodded for her to continue. I was also curious to hear what Tony didn't know. I mean, given my previous misunderstandings, maybe it was something that I didn’t know either.

Drawing in a big breath, Beatrice started. "You know the myths? The ones about the ancient demons and Lieutenants. Well, they are real. More real than I would like. The mages found something here. The main purpose of this castle was to keep it contained, but when the mages all ran away, no one was here to maintain the containment, and now it's close to getting out." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Beatrice breathed back in. It was quite an impressive suction for someone so small. Perhaps her own vacuum was improving from her training? Anyway, it seemed that there was at least one more type of mess maker that I had let out that was going to cause more issues. Likely one that I had let out. What could I do about that?

In a rush, Beatirce continued laying out what was going on. "The power of the containment fades over time and needs to be replaced regularly. I didn't have the skill to replace it when I first found it, and now I don't have the time. If left alone for long enough, the Lieutenant would wake normally, but it wasn't left alone. Its suppression circles were broken early."

I was glad that she wasn't blaming me. I really didn't know what would happen when I was cleaning that room. I had just wanted to clear that beautiful floor of all the chalk. Oh how naive I was. But it was also nice to hear that my mistake wasn't too serious, if it was going to happen anyways. It was just going to be a bit sooner.

"My theory is that either Void wanted to test me, or it wanted to fight the Lieutenant himself." Beatrice continued.

Nevermind. She just threw me under the bus like that.

Neither of those things was true. I just didn't know what the lines were for! But it was fine. She could think what she wanted. Her opinion of me was way too high, but I didn't see any real way or reason to correct her.

Beatrice paused, seemingly waiting for a response. I turned to Tony to see what he thought. In contrast to Beatrice’s tense, white-knuckled posture, Tony seemed to be much more relaxed. In fact, the emotional models I had been working on seemed to indicate that he was perplexed and maybe slightly amused. He looked down at me, and with a tone that people usually only talk to puppies with, said "Which one is it, little guy? Do you want to fight the big bad evil? Or do you want Bee to get big and strong, test herself to hone her skills?"

Neither! He ignored my agitated wiggling and reached over to give me a few gentle pats. Fine, I guessed it was all right. But I was glad he wasn't taking the news too seriously. That meant it wasn’t as big of a deal after all. Tony was a more mature human and seemed pretty responsible, even if he did like to play in the dirt all day. I wouldn't trust him like I would one of my humans from back home, but surely he knew what he was talking about, right?

Beatrice’s face reddened. "I don't think you are going to believe me until you see for yourself.” She stood from her chair and made her way towards the door. "Come on, follow me."

Seeing that Tony seemed to actually be listening to her for the first time, she decided to go on. Though she wasn’t sure if the lack of reaction to her inconceivable level was a good sign. "I chose Priest of Spot -"

"Wait, who is Spot?" Tony blurted out. Bee sighed; at least he was listening, she thought. "It means Void - my master is powerful enough to trick the system and change its own name.”

Tony looked at her in disbelief. "That’s not possible. How do you know Spot isn’t his name?"

She still hadn't revealed that she had received Scan at level one. If she didn't have to, she wouldn't. It was one thing to trust him with her levels, but Scan was something else. So she had to come up with a lie. "When I chose to be its Devotee, it... it told me its name."

Void beeped loudly and indignantly from the corner of the room. It clearly wasn't happy about the lie, and she cringed, waiting to be smitten for her transgression. Thankfully, nothing happened. "Are you sure he’s just not named Spot? I don't think I’ve ever heard him communicate with actual words."

Bee scowled. "Well, Void can read. So I'm sure it can write too. If it wants to." Bee put extra emphasis on its name. "Besides, you still haven't seen what it’s capable of. There is no way that a being this powerful has a name like Spot. Besides, that’s not even my main point."

Tony looked unconvinced but let the matter drop. With that issue past, Bee continued explaining what she wanted to do. "So I have the ability to offer a class change to anyone under level 10."

Bee waited for Tony to say something, but he bit his tongue, so she continued. "There are a lot of advantages to this class. That's the only reason I would recommend it. The first would be the leveling speed. By following Void, I got to level 25 in just a few months."

She stopped to let that sink in. "Devotee classes award bonus experience for serving the ideals of their god. Apparently, Void is a godling that hates stairs and values cleanliness. If we leverage that, then we might be able to get you levels in the little time we have to prepare."

Void let out a beep of agreement from under the librarian's desk, where it was cleaning the delicate scrollwork with a rag in its extendable arm. Bee explained how the class worked, the pros and cons, how it Tony would still get farming related skills. “It's a bit more restrictive. But the skills I have got so far are either rare or effective, if unconventional. Ordinarily, if you didn't already have a class, I would recommend becoming a Devotee the normal way. But in this case... I'm sorry, but I don't think that you being a low leveled farmer will really help stop the apocalypse."

Bee really did feel bad putting this all on Tony. When they first met, he had been so excited about being a farmer. She wouldn't claim to understand it, but to each his own.

"I'm going to need a minute to process this," Tony said in a wooden voice. Bee leaned back. As he spent more and more time thinking, she got up and picked up a book that detailed common adventurer fighting tactics against strong demons. She had already started preparing as much demon's bane as she could get ready. It had wiped out a large portion of the castle's stores, but she didn't think it would be anywhere near enough.

This book had some other really good ideas for traps if they knew where the demons would be. The schematics for a full ballista with a poison arrow tip was interesting too. Her thoughts began to drift, formulating how to get a bunch of them to fire at once when Tony spoke up. "Okay, what do I need to do?"

Bee looked up. There was a look of steely resolve in Tony’s eyes. She expected to see something else - regret, maybe, or anger that she had dragged him into this. But determination was all she found.

"You are good to go through with it?" Bee wanted to confirm. At his sharp nod, she activated her skill. It sent him a prompt asking if he would take the class Devotee of Spot.

Tony took a deep breath, then accepted. When he did, Bee gained a level.