>>5964091“Imagine a sword that can talk, real strange right? It sure was talking to it, I felt crazy. Apparently, his Cheat Skill turned him, a human, into a sword that got stronger with each thing it killed, he called it leveling up. It was an experience fighting a flying, talking, sword that could cast magic.”
“You’re right, that is madness.”
“I know right? But anyway, yeah some Cheat Skills are plain better than others. I’m not exactly sure if there’s anything that prevents two people from having the same Cheat Skill but I’ve never seen two Strangers that have. The current biggest theory is it has something to do with a Stranger’s mentality or desires before they come to our world,”
“Surely the Inquisitions has records and archives of all the Cheat Skills they’ve encountered?”
“I mean we do, but there’s a lot and I'd rather spend my free time doing literally anything else than going through them all.”
“Was learning them not a part of your training? I understand my circumstances are different than most but I thought that would be standard practice.”
“We got archivists and such to go over them, and they got to train and study the logs but my circumstances were just as strange as yours.”
“How so?”
“I joined up with the Inquisition when,” he pauses and bites his lip while looking off to the side for a moment, “when this body was only six years old. My training was both intense and secretive, totally not standard.”
“You joined the Inquisition as a child? Why?”
“Hey, at least buy me a drink before you try and grill me on my life, will ya?” The inquisitor smiles and laughs your question off, but you can understand the subtle hint. You will not acquire this information, at least not until the inquisitor trusts you more.
“I see, thank you for the information. Perhaps, I will check the logs when we return to the capitol,” you say with a small curtsy, “But there’s some other things I wish to do now.”
“Alright, see you around then,” He dismisses you with a wave.
The first thing you do when you leave is make your way to the dining cabin for a nice brunch. But after that, and a bit more daydreaming, you see the conductor of the train heading past your room and towards the front of the train. When he opens the door you see a storage room right before the engine containing metallic barrels containing what looks to be pure, refined, magic, as seen by the blue glow coming out of the glass at the top of the containers.
In your curiosity you find yourself trailing the conductor until you are actually in the room. Hearing your footsteps the man turns around, presumably to make you leave, only to stop, “Your Highness?” He questions.
“Correct, you are in the presence of Lorina de Lindan,” You state formally so that you can continue to gawk at the front of the train. But he doesn’t need to know that.
