She'd felt clumsy by comparison her artes had been fine, but she'd been hard pressed to understand what was going on, to anticipate the daemon's moves.
The others were all absolute monsters on the battlefield, taking to it like they'd been born for it, even the kid Phi. The fight with the pirate daemon had left the new fire malak - Maggie, she still guessed, in her head - worried. She had to remember, if she ever wanted to make her father really happy with her. Even if it was mixed, that was a clear sign of approval, and she'd do whatever it took to earn more of it.īienfu would understand. She brightened at that, her resolve steeling. Quite an achievement, at your age, if you work hard enough for it." Continue striving, and you'll be a Praetor before long. Congratulations, Magillanica, by defeating a daemon of that quality without my aid, you have officially qualified as an Exorcist of the Abbey. These are improvements you must make, before you can advance further, but you still passed the test. Melchior sighed, and then said, "It's not so bad as all of that. ".Yes, father." She said, making herself as meek as she could, though not looking away again. You must learn to put reason first, to strive for a pure ideal so that you are not vulnerable to ending up a daemon yourself." Emotional attachments to them are unhealthy and can drag you down into Malevolence if you aren't careful. You must understand, Magillanica, the malakhim are tools for humanity to use to advance society. Melchior placed one hand on her shoulder, and touched her chin, prompting her to look back into his eyes. Not that she'd been asking Bienfu's advice, or anything, but he liked to have her talking with him when they were fighting, and she found it a comfort. Magillanica looked away from his firm gaze, and then nodded. Your continued insistence on treating your malak like it has feelings that matter is a bigger issue, however. Your artes casting should not need such wild flourishes. "Better, Magillanica, but you are still thinking too much about putting on a show. Hopefully that had been a good enough display to meet with Melchior's approval this time in the two years since she'd accepted his offer, she had yet to feel like she'd really pleased him with any of her work, but this was the first time she'd defeated a larger daemon without needing him to intervene at least a little or healing afterwards. Magillanica Lou Mayvin dusted her hands off, staring at the aftermath of her handiwork, the daemon unmoving and scorched from her artes.
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