The only reason Greg had been willing to act out this small deception was because it was logical. In truth, Greg didn’t at all care about his disfigured face. He had already talked to Olivia about it and indeed there was a tier three potion that he could buy for a hundred and thirty magic points. This potion could completely restore him to how he was before the hunting incident. But while he didn’t care, it wouldn’t raise any red flags with the healer if he acted like he was desperate to regain his former looks. Of course, someone who’d had their face disfigured to the degree that his had would want to be healed. He wouldn’t be trying to test the limits of the healer’s intelligence by trying to get her to believe this. A look of understanding crossed the healer’s face as she understood why the boy had asked her to stay behind. “In some cases, I did succeed, in others, I didn’t,” she answered honestly. The look of understanding morphed into one of pity as she regarded him. “However,

And sure enough, there was something different on the 'COMPLETED MISSIONS' tab. Right at the top of the list, written in bold were the words; FEAT OF LUST ACCOMPLISHED! RANDOM DRAW AVAILABLE! PICK? YES/NO! Greg couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he read the words. He didn't even know what it was all about, but from what he was reading, it wasn't a bad thing. "What is a feat of lust? "Greg asked unable to hide the anticipation in his voice. "To accomplish a feat of lust, you'd have to do something that has never been done before. That, or do something that would require one to either be crazy or have balls big enough to sit on, to do," She relayed. "Most importantly, that deed has to be done in the pursuit of or in the process of obtaining sexual pleasure for it to be considered a feat of lust," She stated. Greg couldn't help but furrow his brows as he went over the previous night trying to remember when he'd done something like that. Looking at the announceme

Greg was quiet for a while as he processed his familiar's words. It had strayed a bit from their current topic, but still, she had given Greg a lot of valuable information. It also gave him a more realistic assessment of just how useful the title would be. The stalwart blessing and the soul bow were much more straightforward to understand, which meant that their shortcomings were also plain to see. Greg was planning to become a mage, meaning that most of the opponents he'd come across on his journey to the top would be other mages. The blessing would half all the physical damage that he received. It, however, would be completely useless against magic. This meant that while this blessing would be useful while he was still a mundane human, it would increasingly become useless to him the more he advanced in magic. With the soul bow, the problem was the opposite. From Olivia's explanation, the bow would increasingly become more powerful the more Greg grew as a mage. However, until Greg

When the girl had first visited him two days ago, she had been really quiet, barely speaking at all. Greg knew that as the new head of the house, she was required to behave herself around him and not be overly emotional. Greg, however, had struggled out of his bed and onto his feet before pulling her into a tight hug. "I know that you're in pain," He had said softly. "You don't have to hide it, or pretend when you are before me," He had continued. "It's okay to feel the way you feel. Just let it all out," He'd said, his voice barely above a whisper. The girl broke down and cried for almost half an hour in his arms. By the time she could compose herself once more, the food had already gone cold. Greg, however, hadn't cared in the least. Instead, he had spent the next hour talking to her about how she was coping with the death of their father. All through the conversation, Greg had made sure to repeatedly inform her that she could always come to him if she ever felt overwhelmed. Greg kn

When Greg stepped out of the infirmary, the wooden mask his sister had brought him was on his face. Greg had to give it to the carpenter that made it. He was good at his craft. The mask was smooth to the touch and wouldn't chafe at his skin. The eyeholes were just right, not big enough to show the damage around his eyes, and not small enough to obstruct his vision. The air holes were positioned just right to allow him to breathe with ease and even the strap that ran around his head to hold the mask in place wasn't too tight. The only shortcoming, as far as Greg could tell, was the fact that it only covered his face. The sides of Greg's head remained visible to anyone who took the time to look at him closely. But then again, in its own way, this was also a good thing as it would make him way less suspicious than if he was completely covered. Now, anyone that looked at him would easily understand why he was covering up. This would spare him having to repeatedly explain himself. It was