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The sanctuary was surrounded by a barrier created through the boundary magic of six guardian trees.
Thanks to this, for a long time the only threats had been wild beasts or monsters.
The Altareon Kingdom occasionally approached the edges of the sanctuary, but it was never a serious concern.
It was believed that the barrier could never be broken.
But now everyone knew that intrusion through curses was possible.
It had become a situation where enemies outside the sanctuary could strike at any time.
Since it was their duty to protect the World Tree, they had to stop any breach before it happened.
Now was the time for all the people of the sanctuary, who had been scattered and living peacefully, to come together.
“‘So suggesting we train together to increase our abilities… that was actually a good idea…’”
The first training, in Eschal, focused on enhancing the spirits’ responsiveness and aggression.
Ashur, as the son of the chief and the first guardian, diligently led the training of the others.
But there was an unavoidable irritation.
“[Look over there. That’s an Altareon. You haven’t seen them before, right?]”
“[Yeah… they look so frail.]”
“[But they’re an incredible mage. If it weren’t for her, at least a few people would have been seriously hurt during the last guardian tree trial.]”
“[Oh… really? What kind of magic did she use?]”
“[She used all kinds of magic. The most memorable… a sudden burst of light, and your body feels so comfortable. Injuries heal instantly. Meanwhile, she herself gets tired.]”
“[Her heart must be as beautiful as her face, huh?]”
“[Her skill is amazing too.]”
Sierra, though exhausted, faithfully followed the basic physical training she had prepared.
Among the warriors gathered from various villages, some had even shared the trial of the guardian tree with her.
One by one, those who recognized her began whispering among themselves.
She had wanted to stay hidden like this.
It was impossible for no one to notice someone so beautiful.
But she couldn’t be kept captive against her will.
She shined brightest when free.
All Ashur could do was support what Sierra wanted.
“[Training doesn’t seem very hard for her.]”
So there was no choice but to keep her constantly occupied.
Even the strongest warriors could be trained to exhaustion with no time to speak.
Yet, completely blocking everything was impossible.
“[You look tired, right? This is a pain-relief potion I developed. Want to try it? It’ll make your body feel much better.]”
“[Thank you!]”
“[Ah, this is sacred water. Keep one handy in case of curses.]”
The number of people praising Sierra for handing out the potion with a bright smile grew day by day.
“[She even speaks the Sanctuary language so gently… Are all Altareons like this?]”
“[I snuck a look once, and no, definitely not. Sanctuary people usually look much better. But this woman… hmm. She’s different.]”
Ashur swallowed his annoyance at the constant whispering in his ears.
Barell, whom he ran into after a few days, hit that nerve perfectly.
“Hey. Are you getting along with Sierra?”
“Mind your own business.”
“Hmm. Looks like everyone in the sanctuary knows how amazing Sierra is now.”
Barell teased him with a mischievous laugh, sensing Ashur’s bad mood.
“So what?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Really?”
Training continued smoothly.
Sometimes a little provocation could be a good method.
“[Today, we’ll have a special training. I’ll demonstrate combat myself.]”
Those exhausted from training welcomed it.
All they had to do was watch.
“[Barell, you’ll help, right?]”
Usually, spirits assisted partially in combat or acted independently, but in this joint training, they were learning to fight in unison with spirits.
Thanks to Sierra strengthening the connection with the divine beast in Erdina, they had mastered this combat method.
“[You’ve been keeping up quite well. Let’s see how you do in practice.]”
Startled by being suddenly chosen, Barell had no choice but to step forward.
“[Summon your spirit.]”
Behind Ashur’s calm expression, a massive wolf divine beast appeared, stirring a fierce wind.
A low growl scraped at Barell’s heart.
Sweating nervously, he summoned his earth spirit.
“My spirit is weak, though…”
“It depends on how you use it.”
As Ashur spoke, the claws of the divine beast overlaid his sword.
Barell hurriedly made a trap from the surrounding soil.
It was to impede movement, even slightly.
But Ashur lightly leapt over the trap.
Behind him, the figure of Lucan appeared briefly.
Barell repeatedly recreated shields to defend, but he saw no chance to counterattack.
Eventually, he was drenched in sweat, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“[Ah, just take my surrender already! You bastard!]”
The sparring ended only after Barell, who had tried to maintain some decorum, shouted in desperation.
Ashur shrugged mischievously, looking fresh as if nothing had happened.
Once he returned to his place, the training ground erupted in chatter.
“[Using spirits like that… if we could do just that, we’d get so much stronger.]”
“[It looks easy, but even watching his brief demonstrations, I couldn’t understand it up close.]”
“[It’s innate talent, I guess.]”
Ashur’s overwhelming skill became the subject of conversation for a while.
Exhausted, Sierra eventually looked for an excuse to escape training.
“Now that the weather is cooler, we have to clear the ice sculptures in the square, right?”
Muscle pain so severe that even potions barely helped forced her to desperately seize a break.
Ashur chuckled at her obvious excuse.
‘I was planning to give a day off every few days anyway.’
Even if he personally eased their muscles each time, it was best for weaker trainees to rest.
“Alright, good idea. I’ll come later.”
“Okay!”
Successfully escaping, Sierra headed to the square.
Children who had heard the ice sculptures would be removed felt disappointed together.
“[Why? Can’t you just leave them? Please!]”
“[Yeah, the divine beast is so cool!]”
Sierra patted the heads of the children clinging to her, speaking kindly.
“[But if we leave them, the square will be too cold. You could catch a cold!]”
“[Boohoo…]”
“[Next year, when it’s hot again, I’ll make it for you again. With something different. How about that?]”
The children exchanged glances and soon smiled brightly again.
“[Yes!]”
Sierra immediately created a warm breeze.
Heat rose from inside the ice sculptures.
Passersby stopped, watching the ice melt in an instant as if time itself had rewound.
One child asked:
“[Sierra, can we use magic too?]”
“[Huh? Magic? Hmm…]”
She thought for a moment and imagined a simple magic circle.
Since she could supply the mana herself, it seemed possible even for the children’s small palms.
“[Want to try holding out your hand?]”
Sierra took a feather pen and drew a small magic circle on the child’s palm.
“[Eek! It tickles!]”
The children eagerly lined up with their hands out.
After finishing, she demonstrated first.
“[Okay, like this. Keep your palms together for a moment. Then slowly separate your hands. Ta-da!]”
“[Wow! A droplet appeared in my hand!]”
One child stared at the droplet that appeared in his tiny palm, then swallowed it in one gulp.
“[Whoa… huh? It’s really water!]”
“[Hahaha! That’s how you eat it right away?]”
“[Me too! Me too! Gulp. Oh? It’s cool and tasty!]”
The children around Sierra chattered happily, beaming.
If you want, I can also make a more natural, story-like English version that flows like a novel, rather than a direct translation. It would read smoother and feel immersive.
Do you want me to do that?
