The chains disappeared like they were never there making kael confused like never before but this time he didn't have time to ask questions suddenly the saintess told them to line up.the heros lined up doing what they were told suddenly a priest rose from his seat and stepped forward then he began to announce where the heros were being sent too.

  "Kael - Arcanis

  Prince Alderic - Baldorath

  Teshira - sellarith

  Lucian - Seraphal

  aureil- ivaria

  Tatsuya - Lithessa

  Caius - Althera

  Sienna - Valdor"

  After he finished he sat back at his seat.

  Kael and the other heroes were given their assignments — to travel to their respective kingdoms. The pope's words echoed in their minds: “It will be a treacherous journey ahead, and we won’t know how many will make it.”

  The prince, Alderic, responded quickly, almost as if he were mirroring Kael’s thoughts. “What about our escorts? How are we supposed to travel to those kingdoms without any protection?”

  The pope looked at him without much sympathy. “I don’t think that’s something you should be complaining about, prince.”

  Alderic, unbothered by the dismissal, pressed further. “But what about the others?”

  The pope's tone didn’t change. “Half of you came here on your own. I’m sure they can handle it.”

  Alderic was about to continue, but Kael cut him off, his patience thinning. “So the other half of us are just supposed to die before we even begin the journey?”

  The pope, nonchalant, responded, “Well, that’s your problem. You’re heroes destined for greatness. I think you can handle it.”

  Kael clenched his fists, the frustration rising inside him. But he couldn’t argue back — not with the pope. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, muttering to himself. “What a joke for a church. No good paintings, no real leadership... no wonder we can't defeat the Demon King.”

  He was almost outside the gates when a voice called out to him from behind.

  “Kael.”

  The voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet carried an undertone that made Kael stop in his tracks. He turned around to see a man standing against the wall of the church, his back to it, arms crossed. The man had blue hair that fell just past his shoulders, the color striking against the backdrop of the stone building.

  “What do you want?” Kael asked, his voice edged with irritation. He had no time for strangers, especially ones who didn’t offer answers to his previous questions.

  The man with blue hair didn’t move, his posture relaxed, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His eyes seemed distant, as if observing something beyond Kael’s reach.

  “You have a lot of questions, don’t you?” the man remarked, an almost amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I know the feeling."

  Kael’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like how the man seemed to know him so well without even asking. "Who are you?" Kael’s patience was thinning.

  The man with blue hair didn’t respond immediately. He just gave Kael a long, measured look, sizing him up.

  “You didn’t think you’d just walk into your chosen kingdom, did you?” the man said after a moment. "You’re going to need help. And I’m here to offer that."

  Kael’s eyes narrowed, not quite trusting this stranger. “And why do you care?”

  The man shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only made Kael more suspicious. “Who says I care? But I’d rather not see you wander into that forest alone and end up as monster food. You’re not the first hero to be sent off with nothing, but... you're going to need an escort.”

  Kael bit back a retort. He didn’t need someone looking down on him, especially not now. "Fine. I’ll take your help, but I’m not one to follow orders blindly. Who are you, really?"

  The man’s eyes darkened for a second before the smile returned. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be asking that.”

  Kael clenched his teeth, but he kept his cool. “If you’re going to help me, you should at least tell me your name.”

  The man with blue hair remained silent for a moment, then sighed. “I guess you’re right. My name’s Michel.”

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  Kael stood there, silently processing the words. The man’s tone didn’t quite match the name, but he let it slide. “Alright, Michel. Now I know who I’m dealing with.”

  Just as Kael was about to ask more, a priest appeared behind the man with blue hair. He was dressed in the church’s robes, his face solemn, but there was a warmth in his smile as he stepped forward.

  “Ah, I see you two have met,” the priest said in a soft voice, his eyes glancing between Kael and the man with blue hair. “Kael, I’m Samuel, a priest here. It’s an honor to meet you.”

  Kael was still a little irked by the situation, but he offered a curt nod. “Nice to meet you.”

  The man with blue hair turned to Samuel, his expression momentarily more serious. “It’s getting late. We’ll talk more tomorrow. There’s a lot to discuss, and I’m sure Kael will have more questions.”

  Kael’s annoyance flared again, but he bit his tongue. He wasn’t going to get any answers right now.

  As they made their way through the church grounds, the man with blue hair turned to Kael with a glance that suggested he was about to impart something important. “Kael, let me give you some advice. You may think that answers are simple, but in this world... deception, trickery, and manipulation will be your constant companions. People will lie, hide their true selves, and sometimes they’ll trick you. Always be aware of that.”

  Kael nodded, trying to absorb the information. He wasn’t sure how much of it he could trust yet, but he would keep it in mind.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Samuel said with a polite smile before entering the church.

  The man with blue hair turned to Kael. “Stay with me for now. You don’t want to get lost or worse, find yourself in trouble alone.”

  Kael, though still annoyed, didn’t argue. He had no choice but to accept.

  “Fine,” Kael muttered, following him.

  As they walked toward a nearby inn, Kael couldn’t help but notice the building’s impressive architecture. He wasn’t expecting something so elaborate for an inn, but it seemed like a nice place.then when kael was about to walk in the man with blue hair stopped him he said"we have something we have to do first".kael asked then why did you bring is to the inn.the man with blue hair smiling said you will see.

  ...

  Magic weapons are weapons which have their own magic core.they can be used to cast magic the owner can't use circulate m.p so the owner will not be distracted and can be used to store magic for later use.

  ...

  A chaThe chains disappeared like they were never there making kael confused like never before but this time he didn't have time to ask questions suddenly the saintess told them to line up.the heros lined up doing what they were told suddenly a priest rose from his seat and stepped forward then he began to announce where the heros were being sent too.

  "Kael - Arcanis

  Prince Alderic - Baldorath

  Teshira - sellarith

  Lucian - Seraphal

  aureil- ivaria

  Tatsuya - Lithessa

  Caius - Althera

  Sienna - Valdor"

  After he finished he sat back at his seat.

  Kael and the other heroes were given their assignments — to travel to their respective kingdoms. The pope's words echoed in their minds: “It will be a treacherous journey ahead, and we won’t know how many will make it.”

  The prince, Alderic, responded quickly, almost as if he were mirroring Kael’s thoughts. “What about our escorts? How are we supposed to travel to those kingdoms without any protection?”

  The pope looked at him without much sympathy. “I don’t think that’s something you should be complaining about, prince.”

  Alderic, unbothered by the dismissal, pressed further. “But what about the others?”

  The pope's tone didn’t change. “Half of you came here on your own. I’m sure they can handle it.”

  Alderic was about to continue, but Kael cut him off, his patience thinning. “So the other half of us are just supposed to die before we even begin the journey?”

  The pope, nonchalant, responded, “Well, that’s your problem. You’re heroes destined for greatness. I think you can handle it.”

  Kael clenched his fists, the frustration rising inside him. But he couldn’t argue back — not with the pope. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, muttering to himself. “What a joke for a church. No good paintings, no real leadership... no wonder we can't defeat the Demon King.”

  He was almost outside the gates when a voice called out to him from behind.

  “Kael.”

  The voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet carried an undertone that made Kael stop in his tracks. He turned around to see a man standing against the wall of the church, his back to it, arms crossed. The man had blue hair that fell just past his shoulders, the color striking against the backdrop of the stone building.

  “What do you want?” Kael asked, his voice edged with irritation. He had no time for strangers, especially ones who didn’t offer answers to his previous questions.

  The man with blue hair didn’t move, his posture relaxed, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His eyes seemed distant, as if observing something beyond Kael’s reach.

  “You have a lot of questions, don’t you?” the man remarked, an almost amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I know the feeling."

  Kael’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like how the man seemed to know him so well without even asking. "Who are you?" Kael’s patience was thinning.

  The man with blue hair didn’t respond immediately. He just gave Kael a long, measured look, sizing him up.

  “You didn’t think you’d just walk into your chosen kingdom, did you?” the man said after a moment. "You’re going to need help. And I’m here to offer that."

  Kael’s eyes narrowed, not quite trusting this stranger. “And why do you care?”

  The man shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only made Kael more suspicious. “Who says I care? But I’d rather not see you wander into that forest alone and end up as monster food. You’re not the first hero to be sent off with nothing, but... you're going to need an escort.”

  Kael bit back a retort. He didn’t need someone looking down on him, especially not now. "Fine. I’ll take your help, but I’m not one to follow orders blindly. Who are you, really?"

  The man’s eyes darkened for a second before the smile returned. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be asking that.”

  Kael clenched his teeth, but he kept his cool. “If you’re going to help me, you should at least tell me your name.”

  The man with blue hair remained silent for a moment, then sighed. “I guess you’re right. My name’s Michel.”

  Kael stood there, silently processing the words. The man’s tone didn’t quite match the name, but he let it slide. “Alright, Michel. Now I know who I’m dealing with.”

  Just as Kael was about to ask more, a priest appeared behind the man with blue hair. He was dressed in the church’s robes, his face solemn, but there was a warmth in his smile as he stepped forward.

  “Ah, I see you two have met,” the priest said in a soft voice, his eyes glancing between Kael and the man with blue hair. “Kael, I’m Samuel, a priest here. It’s an honor to meet you.”

  Kael was still a little irked by the situation, but he offered a curt nod. “Nice to meet you.”

  The man with blue hair turned to Samuel, his expression momentarily more serious. “It’s getting late. We’ll talk more tomorrow. There’s a lot to discuss, and I’m sure Kael will have more questions.”

  Kael’s annoyance flared again, but he bit his tongue. He wasn’t going to get any answers right now.

  As they made their way through the church grounds, the man with blue hair turned to Kael with a glance that suggested he was about to impart something important. “Kael, let me give you some advice. You may think that answers are simple, but in this world... deception, trickery, and manipulation will be your constant companions. People will lie, hide their true selves, and sometimes they’ll trick you. Always be aware of that.”

  Kael nodded, trying to absorb the information. He wasn’t sure how much of it he could trust yet, but he would keep it in mind.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Samuel said with a polite smile before entering the church.

  The man with blue hair turned to Kael. “Stay with me for now. You don’t want to get lost or worse, find yourself in trouble alone.”

  Kael, though still annoyed, didn’t argue. He had no choice but to accept.

  “Fine,” Kael muttered, following him.

  As they walked toward a nearby inn, Kael couldn’t help but notice the building’s impressive architecture. He wasn’t expecting something so elaborate for an inn, but it seemed like a nice place.then when kael was about to walk in the man with blue hair stopped him he said"we have something we have to do first".kael asked then why did you bring is to the inn.the man with blue hair smiling said you will see.

  ...

  Magic weapons are weapons which have their own magic core.they can be used to cast magic the owner can't use circulate m.p so the owner will not be distracted and can be used to store magic for later use.

  ...

  A chant is a combination of words used to help spell casting.it works by associating a word with a magic element a full chant is a full magic formula therefore casts a spell. Your familiarity with the word may impact the outcome of the spell so strong mages use their own magic language to cast spells. Music is a complex version of a chant the rhythm and the sound impact the spells out come.