Chapter Twenty-he testers, questioners, and curious desded on the applits. Violet left to check others for potential. Harmony found herself with a line waiting to see her, while the less desirable youths made their way to the tables manned for any to approad inquire.

  A man who Harmony would have beled a butler had the same stiff formality Bates liked to live by, approached. Probably had a profession along those lines. Servants Tend tnize peers. His bck suit perfectly tailored the emblem of a scale on a field of flowers stitched in gold on his breast.

  “Why isn't breached roast served past the ninth course of fall tidings?”

  Obscure etiquette questions. Yeah, just like Bates. [Recall] even provided a fshback to training from the head butler when she was hired. Not that it gave her the answer.

  “Because it requires a ko eat.”

  “Expand.” The man prompted.

  There was the long-winded ao which there might be theological underpinnings. That one was sure to be fumbled. Then there was the blunt truth. And she wasn't here to win friends. “Everyone is so drunk at that point that you don't want to give them sharp implements.”

  The man responded with a nonittal grunt. came a rapid-fire set of questions around protocol, as with a simir odd nature. Several answers were “I don’t know.” But that wasn’t disqualifying. Close to ten minutes in he was nudged aside with the jab of a gold staff.

  “You’ve had yer fun, Bixby. Now git.” Said the oldest woman here, her faearly all wrinkles and age spots.

  “I don’t mind at all, madam.” The longer he took the more likely the line might get bored and dissipate.

  “Spell caster are ye, Merc-oy. Got a mana skill?”

  Harmony nodded.

  The old ulled out a small clear crystal sphere. “Hold this and push all your mana into it until you're near empty and as quick as possible.”

  Getting near exhaustion that way ain. It could even hamper her the rest of the evening, let alone if she o do anything. It wasn’t like she couldn’t say no, and was about to.

  “Don’t give me that look, dearie.” Out of her pocket came a small vial filled with deep blue liquid. Mana potion, even Tyler only had a handful for his colle. “I’ll top you off after. The quicker you do this the quicker I move on.”

  Seemed simple enough. Harmony took the sphere. Now [Mana Rotation] would make this tricky as it acted like ara mana reservoir, actively spirling inside her, waiting to be used with the skill. Just pushing it in would have resistance, and unsprialing it would take time and effort away from all the work she’d made tightening it as Hyath did with his version. Would using [Mana Rotation] be cheating? Not like it mattered. She activated the skill and it surged about waiting to boost some other skill. With it, her mana se up. The room was rampant with items and people actively using theirs. The crystal sphere was like a hungry empty spot. Maybe pushing mana in wouldn’t be so difficult. Rather than surge toward a skill, she aimed it at the void like she was charging a glow stone.

  “Oof.” It actively drew from her once she made that e. Nothing she couldn’t break, but the old woman was right this wouldn’t take long. Following that boost, she focused on all her mana, first the tide went out and now the o aimed to dry up.

  Ihe sphere, a light flickered a few times, about three small sparks about as uacur as it gets.

  “That’s about all I manage.” Harmony’s knees already started to sway.

  The woman handed her two vials. “Take them both. You’ll .” Then hobbled away muttering to herself about youths.

  It felt extravagant to use them, but saving them wasn't worth the price of feeling drained from the experience, so she dowhem. The rush was a little like taking a shot of the good stuff during a golden moment.

  “Who’s ,” Harmony asked out loud. The quicker she got this over with the quicker she could move on.

  The odd requests and curiosities tinued. Juggling? Not a task she’d ever pted. Ah det physical skills could do the task. Sue csses loved to toss their knives about to show off at gyms and subsp; [Style and Grace] and [Poise and Bearing] had certainly cut down on clumsiness and as they were mastered everything got smoother, add in the dodging and positioning of [Small Armor] and martial skills behind [High Kick], four skills w in cert juggling came as easy as those dang lessons. So what?

  “What are the three principles of the sun temple?” Finally, something to be terrible at.

  “Don't know.”

  “As guides to the hard paths people choose from, how have the temples helped you?”

  “They haven't.”

  The stodgy woman in blue robes pushed forward with specific theological questions and Harmony answered them with a bored but hoone showing her ck of g and ignoran the subject.

  “Well, what do you know about the temples?!” She snapped.

  “I know that the m before temple events the streets are scrubbed of all garbage, debris, and people that might offend those showing up. I know that some csses garra attention for possible evolutionary paths. While other csses are shunned from services some temples provide.” History that stung as much as that with her mother.

  “If you have such a low opinion. Then why are you here?”

  “Abbess Violet thought it would be amusing.”

  Even that tentious iion didn’t stem the tide of ied parties. Throughout the ballroom, six or so favorite applits emerged, with a handful of etti but not as much attention. That left dejected and disappointed people oskirts and crowding tables to pitch themselves to less discriminating associations recruiting. That dejected group was who Harmony found herself envious of, a crowd to slip away in to subtly call her pet prince from. If only Violet and Jonas hadn’t set her up.

  The top applits eyed each other wearily. Or in Harmony’s case, she got stared at and did her best to ighe attention. Was there some coveted spot being taken by her presence? Maybe she should have asked more questions before showing up to this? The horror of some notable thing attributed to the mysterious Mercy, only then made worse when she's revealed to be Lady White, fshed in her mind. Where was Violet? Answers o be had.

  Harmony stepped away from the queue waiting. Where is that woman?

  First to break out. Other top tenders followed suit, freeing themselves from the shackles of attention. Which was why she found herself fronted.

  “You’re not going for the Holy Crafter position are you?” Asked a skinny girl in colorfully patched-up overalls with a meical spider made of gears perched on her shoulder.”

  “The only thing I’m going after is my patron, Violet. I fear she’s pyed a trie. And I aim to ask the questions I should have befreeing to e here.” Harmony answered while trying to peer around the girl.

  “But you ’t refuse if they offer it.”

  “You’ll find I’m perfectly capable of refusing things I don’t want or need. If you know where Abbess Violet is please poihat way. I promise not to accept Holy Crafter, whatever that is.”

  The flush of relief on the young woman's face, had Harmony taken abaough to briefly wonder what she’d agree to give up, and even more eager to find that cursed abbess. Follower of chaos, indeed.

  “I think I saw her that way.”

  Harmony traced her gesture to the far end of the ballroom.

  Ten steps and another body blocked her way. So rude. [Poise and Bearing] reared its head internally in rage, the maid’s spiraightened, shoulders locked back, and body position adjusted slightly to project fidence, assurance, and the best don’t mess with me she could spit out. Too bad against the tall fellow that blocked her, her was just above his navel and that look rojected into the young man’s chest. “You’re. In. My. Way.” Harmony grunted out.

  “I challenge you to a duel.”

  Harmohe skill press upon her. An actual [Challenge] skill. Had to be some fancy bleeding duelist-style css. Refusing would be like rusty nails across her soul while ing bedrooms after green fever season. [Renew Spirit] could ter much of that, but delve this fool if she was going to waste energy doing that.

  “Fine. Ring’s that way.”

  Step in and cede. Easy as a little dusting. Might even make this man more of a fool than they are. Usually pig on someone almost half your height didn’t get you in other people's good graces as it was. A crowd was already waiting for them, having shooed out a pair who had been sparring to get attention. Maybe this will draw Violet in.

  “My bde is bluhe first to three solid hits or to knock down their oppo is the winner. And in this crowd, there’ll be plenty of healers to handle any bumps or bruises.” He lectured fidently while they were walking.

  A blunted sword and fancy dress clothes. He didn’t look like he should be to fight anyoe his height. At least there wouldn’t be armor to deal with this time. Too bad [Cold Touch] was off the table. Or even [Manipute Dead] to blow a hole in this fancy blue and white suit, or make him bald. [Recall] reminded her the pn is to cede.

  They o push through the crowd to get to the ring with so many waiting eyes excited to see the matbsp; Harmo her stan one end as read as she could be while unfortable in odd clothes and wielding a gauhat she'd never choose to wear in a fight. While her oppo stood tall and striking iailored blue and white suit with a gleaming blunted sword in hand.

  “Fight Begin!” someone shouted.

  “I …” The nameless fool was already charging forward, not giving her a ce to finish her cession. Ambushing her while she’s looking at him. Hyath, the mate predator from the shadows he was would turn his that.

  While not having enough time to spit out her cession. Her oppo was, with er words to put it, slow. ostasis wasn’t even kig in. That’s what she gets for training against Prince Adrid his speed.

  With [Small Armor] ready, she stepped into him using the skill to deflect a itted swing, the bde glowing slightly with some skill usage. The man had all the length in the world, with both his limbs and sword, why would he go in so close. Even with his bde blocked it stayed pressed against the gau. Harmony opened her mouth to try to cede again.

  No sound came out as tingling started through Harmony’s side. His [Silent Strike] pushed in and Harmo her skills shutting down as the assed through her. That’s why he got close. Most people would keep their distand wait for the sileo wear off, being so eant they’d o fumble away or be more iive on attabsp;

  Two things. The quiet felt good. Her own silence skill seemed to resoh it, and all of those fre-ups that have been stantly bugging her finally let go. The other was that Harmony’s first taste of melee bat was before she got any fancy body skills. Despite Mike and his current saltiness, the Dig Boy spent effort teag how to thround make a difference when you o when g skills, height, a.

  You don’t o be strong to puneone ihroat and then run away. Too bad for this jerk, his throat is out of reach. Harmony stepped forward and used the gaued fist straight between the man's legs. pletely against the etiquette for any sparring match. Something she’d be appalled to do to any friend. About as un-dylike as possible. Fitting for someone who used a skill to challenge her to a match. Mercy? More like no merbsp;

  The tall man crumpled to the ground. Despite his talk of plenty of healers to help, no one rushed to his side.

  Harmony sed the crowd, finding aing Abbess Violet who threw her into this mess. A rge grin was all over that woman's face. Well, someone was having fun tonight. Harmony moved forward, stepping over her fallen oppooward the abbess.

  The silence clicked off and the unpleasantness returned, but with something different. The primal bond with her pet ached. Adric was... Now ostasis kicked in. He was already in the room and heading her way.