CH495 Nati’s Perspective

“Grandfather,” Nati greeted lightly with a bow, showing the one before her that due respect after being pulled to his realm, getting a much warmer response in return.

“My dear, have you been well?” Nare asked, his lava-like features taking on a smile at seeing her.

“Of course, I’ve been making as many amulets as I can and they’re shipping regularly, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Hmm, and as nice as that is, that wasn’t exactly what I was asking, you know?”

“I enjoyed dinner with Xilly and Zallith the other day too,” She gave in, seeing him become just a little brighter with the answer.

Finding the right sense of distance was always a challenge with her grandfather. She may have been his relative but she was a mortal, he was a god. How much distance was there supposed to be in a relationship like that? It left their meetings feeling awkward while she tried to gauge how to act while he kept track of her life.

“I’m glad to hear it, it’s important to keep making time for these sorts of things, isn’t it?”

“I guess. Was there any other reason you brought me up here?”

She expected the answer was no, that she had been pulled from her sleep just to chat a bit as he was prone to do from time to time, but for once she was greeted with a surprise.

“There actually is one thing. I’ve got you a teacher.”

“What? What do you mean teacher? I haven’t needed a teacher since I was twelve,” She stated, letting her polite tone slip in exchange for shock as she was left wondering where that had come from. Had she not been living up to his expectations as the descendant of a crafting god? Was her work not meeting his standards or was he disappointed that she still hadn’t gained any levels to two of her blessed skills?

“No no, nothing like that,” He reassured as he read her thoughts. “It just so happens that the boy I have coming happens to know a few tricks you don’t, along with the fact that he’s high enough in level for the skill you learned from Ooro’s apostle that he’ll be able to help you and Xilly as well. Ah, he’ll be teaching her too so make sure you mention it in the morning, would you?”

“Boy? Grandfather, are you having us learn from a child?”

At that, he laughed. “All mortals can come off a bit young when you’re older than nations, but from your perspective, no. He’s about your age, I hope that you can get along with him. Ah, and his partner too since he’ll be bringing her along.”

“…Alright, then who is this mystery teacher?”

“Have either of you heard of someone named Ben?” Was the first thing she asked in the morning as she began her enchanting, with one shaking her head while the other looked curious.

“Maybe, the name sounds mildly familiar,” Spoke Zallith, one of the members of her workshop and the high priest of her grandfather. “Why?”

“He’ll be coming to help teach me and Xilly a few things from the sounds of it,” She explained, not liking the looks in either’s eyes as she said it.

“You heard it from our lord I take it?” The priest asked in excitement, showing the faith that got him the role but still managing to put her a little off no matter how often she saw it.

“Yeah, I guess he’ll be with us for a couple of weeks.”

This time it was Xilly who spoke up. “Lame. I know plenty now, am I still not good enough?”

“It’s for both of us and I was told he just knows a few things we don’t that could be worthwhile to practice.”

“Well, I guess if you’re going to be stuck doing it too then fine. So who is this guy?”

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“I’m told I actually met him before. He was the one who helped me level three of my magics. I was told he’s the apostle of a god named Myriad, along with being one of the summoned.”

When she’d been told who it was, it did help raise her evaluation of who was coming. Of her five blessed skills, three were the physical magics, earth, water, and air, and he’d helped her get a level in each. It was a debt she couldn’t deny, though did find herself taken aback by the horrified look in Zallith’s eyes.

“Oh gods above, not him.”

While she gave a questioning look to the response, Xilly was much more proactive, pulling the priest’s head into a lock under her arms.