Frieren: Twin Souls

Chapter 10 Tournament part 4

Fauna was returning with her temporary assistants to the infirmary, which served as a place where they helped not only the competitors, but also the guests who came to the tournament.

— I've never seen anyone heal such wounds so easily. — One of the clerics who accompanied Fauna spoke up.

— It's nothing special. — She replied. — The wounds weren't too deep, you could have dealt with them yourself. — She decided that what she had done wasn't anything unusual, she had simply done what she knew.

— On the contrary, Miss Fauna — the other one interjected. — We're just starting our training, and for you it's like a snap of a finger, and the wounds healed in the blink of an eye.

— I told Mateo that you were to call me by my first name. — She replied, slightly outraged, but quickly regained her composure. Both clerics were 17 years old, and she was almost 890 years old, and she looked like someone their age. *Such is the fate of an elf.* She thought, she knew that most elven women resembled young girls in appearance, but they were usually much older than their human interlocutors.

— I'm sorry. — Mateo replied embarrassed, lowering his gaze.

— I'm not angry, it's just that I'm not used to being called ma'am in informal conversations, after all we do the same thing, and secondly, the two of you have the makings of decent healers, which makes us de facto colleagues in the profession.

— You're too polite, Fauna. — We, on the other hand, believe that your skills are equal to, or maybe even exceed, those of Bishop Heiter.

— It's hard to compare yourself to a legend. — Fauna laughed quietly, because she had heard many stories about heroes who defeated the demon king from various sources. Such achievements very often make the people who achieved them gain a lot in the eyes of others, even if they previously considered them average, but who was she to judge? Ever since she had been assigned to the healers who served the tournament, the clerics and people who dealt with healing had been repeating Heiter's name all too often, telling of his deeds and how he inspired those whose faith in their own strength was wavering, but no one had mentioned his greatest weakness, alcohol. Himmel had told her about this "passion" and amusedly recalled how many times the priest woke up hungover or was too drunk to function normally, but despite everything, he could always be counted on. * Legends have no flaws * she thought, amused.

— The two who won now are your friends, right? — Meteo asked, changing the subject.

— Yes. — She replied shortly, although Menno is not her friend and will never be, but the clerics do not need to know about it, after all, it is a matter between her and him and no one else.

— In that case, you have a chance to get to the ball, I envy you. — Mateo continued, who was heading towards some specific topic, but earlier he was testing Fauna's reactions, whether he should mention it.

— It's too early to celebrate, they won the first fight, let's remember that they still have two more ahead of them.

— Despite everything, they have a better chance of getting to the ball than me. — Mateo muttered, who was a bit disgusted by this fact.

— Stop complaining. — The second cleric, quiet as ever, butted in. — You want to go there because you have a crush on that maid who works at the castle, and there's no way they'll let you in until you achieve something, or meet someone influential who'll let you in.

— Ho, ho, ho. — Fauna perked up, because topics of the heart were very interesting to her, even before her death, how much she had listened to this type of heartache, but the vast majority resulted from one of the parties being shy to tell the other person how they felt about them. — Maybe, instead of thinking about getting into the castle, try meeting her somewhere in the city, I don't believe that despite her profession she spends whole days there, so this might be your chance.