Combat Techniques

At night, the magic lamps in the mountain cave cast a warm red glow over the stone walls.

Ang leaned against the rock wall with his eyes closed, resting, while Quintina carefully checked the magic scrolls and potions they would need tomorrow.

"Ang..." Quintina suddenly said in a low voice, unease evident in her tone. "That Kerr... he won't retaliate against you, will he?"

Ang opened his eyes, his gaze calm, as though he had long expected her to worry about this.

He said softly, "Probably not. He's a priest of the Church of Light, after all—the public face of the church. If he stoops to petty tricks over something like this, then he isn't worthy of the title 'Servant of God.'"

Though he said so, his tone lacked absolute certainty. It sounded more like wary self-reassurance.

Quintina frowned, clearly not fully convinced.

Seeing that she was still worried, Ang smiled softly and quietly told her about the information he had gathered outside.

Quintina's brow furrowed tighter as she listened.

"This is the God-Demon Battlefield, after all, not our own territory," she said seriously.

"Not just you and me—even the princes from the imperial capital have to follow the rules. We can't stand out too much."

"I understand." Ang nodded, gazing out at the endless night beyond the cave. "The only people I can use are our own."

"Don't be too anxious, either," Quintina said softly, her voice as gentle as the night breeze.

"The most important thing is staying safe. No inheritance is worth dying for, right? From now on, just focus on earning Merit Points. The inheritance of Holy Light Magic is certainly expensive, but it can always be bought."

Ang smiled faintly. "To me, a Holy Light inheritance is optional. If it comes to it, I can