The Silent Poison of Faith

Under Hill's concerned gaze, Alice began her daily lessons.

She studied very seriously. To avoid those terrifying spell models, Alice had even started learning noble etiquette from Martha.

She was quite nimble in this regard. Liszt felt that Alice had an excellent memory for bodily movements and should be well suited to learning agility-based combat techniques.

As for spells, her only progress over the past few days had been learning the Light spell.

That was a spell made up of only a single rune. Even Mage apprentices could learn it without much effort.

Hill was already starting to consider giving up on his expectations for Alice's path as a Mage.

Perhaps he really had been overthinking things.

But since Alice had chosen a humanoid form, she had to behave like a person. If she only knew spell-like abilities, the natural aura around her would only bring even greater trouble.

Only a stronger professional aura could suppress the innate spiritual energy around Alice.

Hill had already begun considering professions such as Ranger.

He did not want to consider professions that leaned toward Elves, either, but among the professions specializing in Smite Evil, aside from Knights and Priests, were there any agility-based ones?

Hill sank into agonized thought.

Meanwhile, William at the Star Gate had fallen into equally confused contemplation.

He remembered inviting the three gods of justice through Corellon, didn't he?

Why did the people pouring out of the Star Gate look so chaotic?

There were indeed many Holy Knights and Priests, but the holy emblems on their armor made it clear that these Knights came from different churches.

William missed Hill a little. With his broad knowledge, perhaps Hill could tell William what these Faerûn Gods were trying to do. Were they forming a party to slay a dragon?

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