After quickly getting over the fact that the adorable little bear girl who was traveling with them is the immortal reincarnation of an adult survivor of the Human Era (Able to reach the rare Rank 7), Arisella had to calm the others who began to become agitated by the change in her expression during the loss of control of your emotions.

He couldn't help but smile wryly when he saw Lucelle and Priscilla, who looked like they were about to faint at the thought of something being wrong with the girl, and Tasha herself, who was already beginning to cry desperately, making Arisella promise to herself manage her expressions better from now on.

He did his best to make them understand that nothing happened, especially to the tearful Tasha, but the doubts were inevitable.

“If there's nothing wrong with Tasha, what made you so surprised, scaring us like that? I don't think there is anything. What was the information you got from her with that ability of yours anyway? Just say it once, Arisella…And let me tell you that if it's not bad enough to justify that reaction from before, maybe, I may or may not bite your pretty face…”

In a part of the cave where they were separated from the others, with Elian still in her arms, Lucelle questioned Arisella with a cold expression while a huge vein protruded from her forehead, with Priscilla, Armán, Amelia, Tasha and Maximiliano nodding silently as they waited. their response with flat faces.

Clearly, none of them (not even Amelia) liked how the prophetess who assured everything was fine with Tasha at first put on a stunned face that made them think of the worst outcome and almost scared them to death.

Especially to the girl in question, who seemed ready to take out her claws at this very moment and attack her without hesitation…

Well, Arisella had to admit that she would be upset if she were him too.

That said, she and Armán thought it was cute how this sensual and mature looking blonde Alchemist threatened to bite her in her anger, while Tasha fiercely bared her teeth like an angry beast.

…Although of course, Arisella took it very seriously, since it involved her beauty.

"Nothing important...Only that our little friend Tasha has the potential to be the most powerful psychic in the empire, she has divine protections from Hades, Athena and Aphrodite, and with the right resources, she could reach the Sixth Rank with hardly any effort"

Arisella declared quietly, leaning in as if she would tell a little secret with the most serious face she had ever made in her entire life, keeping the most important information to herself.

…. Arisella I swear, I seriously swore that she tried her best not to laugh madly because of the faces they made when she shared that information with them, just as they requested.

I swear on his soul.

"That!?"

But…when the five of them immediately exclaimed loudly in disbelief, with their eyes bulging out of their sockets and Tasha even having her mouth wide open, enough to fit an egg inside….

Arisella seriously, seriously, had to stop herself from laughing at the scene as she rolled on the floor.

Almost...

Ok, Arisella maybe laughed a little amused, even more so after seeing Maximiliano make a 'Did I hear that right?' pose with a shaky smile and a Priscilla whose attitude seemed to convey the message of 'I've never heard so much shit in my entire life...'.

I knew this was a serious situation; with a child who was about to die, and that everyone was trapped in a dangerous dungeon full of dangerous monsters, “summoned” to this world by crazy Witches and machine fanatics…

But you can forgive him this little bit of fun... Right?

Everyone turned to look at their commotion, but none of them paid attention as they looked at Arisella.

"Are you serious!? Wait, you just laughed right? It’s a fucking joke right!?”

Lucelle almost screamed, holding back at the last second as she whispered in cruelty and anger, looking like she was going to tear her hair out at any moment.

It was strange to see her so excited, staying rational most of the time, and only getting like this when Arisella went overboard with her antics in the past...

“That was the most interesting joke to hear come out of someone's mouth in the last few days…it wasn't funny at all, by the way.” Priscilla's face was like that of a doll with no emotions or soul as she looked at her, although the energy of The life and breath of divinity could be felt throughout his person, which was a strange combination.

“Lucelle, your sister is crazy.” Tasha looked at Lucelle with her pretty eyes and pointed rudely at her, something that hurt her a lot even though she knew that Tasha was an adult on the inside.

“I trust Lady Bluen…what she said could be true…. I think so…” Armán spoke, with the most hesitant tone with which he had heard him until now. Maximiliano and Amelía remained silent, but their faces said it all.

“Hey, I'm serious!” Arisella couldn't contain herself and stomped on the ground, indignant.

While it was his fault for not holding back and laughing in their faces, it was still too much for them to consider him lying in a situation like this.

“Tasha, you are truly a Psychic with the potential to reach the Sixth Rank (Apparently beyond, in fact!) with such ease! I am not lying to you nor do I have any reason to do so…!” She snorted as she spoke with her arms crossed.

"And what's all that about the Sixth and Fifth Ranks? Isn't the Fourth Rank the most powerful?" The little bear asked with doubtful eyes.

“Ah...about that..." When Arisella wanted to explain to the girl a little about that complicated topic, a sudden thought came to her mind and she looked at the two Arcantus with curiosity. "...Wait, now that I think about it , Did Priscilla and Maximilian know what the Sixth Rank was from the beginning? As?"

He asked this question, because these two didn't seem surprised by that information at all, even when it should be hidden from normal civilians.

Moment…. Leaving aside the others who probably didn't understand what I was talking about, these two didn't even react strangely when I directly told them about Fifth Rank Clerics, right?

They didn't even seem to think I made a mistake or anything….

The husband and wife pair nodded in response to her query, looking at her doubtfully as they considered the possibility that she was forcibly changing the subject.

“We learned about it thanks to an important friend,” Maximiliano responded, crossing his arms while his antennae moved slightly. He didn't seem to have any intention of saying anything else as he asked back instead, “And how do you know what the Sixth Rank is? Being a Demi-noble does not give you access to that information, even if you are a Viscount. Only Semi-Nobles with the title of Marquis gives you the right to know those secrets, right?”

“I…” Arisella wanted to respond similarly to him with a sarcastic expression, but she couldn't help but suddenly feel confusion.

Wait…how the hell did 'Arisella' know about the Sixth Rank anyway?

It may seem like she was thinking nonsensically, considering that she was the reincarnation of the Author of this world (And Arisella herself, for that matter).

However, what she was referring to was before recovering her memories as Amael Parker, where she, Lucelle, Amelia and the others treated the Sixth Rank as common sense for a while, although without counting from here to there...

It wasn't because Arisella obtained those knowledge from her childhood memories, or it would have been written in the diary she made.

No, the problem with this is that she and the rest of her family in Taylan already somehow knew about the real official Empire Profession Summit just 3 years ago….And she didn't know how the hell they knew!

Even Ershas didn't know until 3 years ago, or at least he didn't seem to know!

Then how? How did they know a secret that only the imperial family, the Dukes, the high-ranking nobles and the most powerful magical organizations in the Empire would only know?

Arisella tried to remember, while frowning but...she didn't have the answer to that...

Which didn't make sense, since she had already recovered the memories she had when she was 17, and yet, there was nothing. What's more, trying to remember where that information of hers came from only caused her a headache that grew over time, causing her to place a hand on her forehead.

“Ugh!….I…I don't know?” Giving up on it, that's all Arisella asked to answer, much to the dismay of the others. Even more so for Lucelle and Amelia, they frowned before their eyes widened in disbelief as well.

They put on expressions of deep thought, before pain appeared on their faces as did Arisella.

“What was that? Because he seemed to be suffering from pain-–?” Maximiliano began to speak with a strange face before someone interrupted him, making everyone look at that person.

“I…Impossible, I don't remember where I learned this either…. And trying it gives me a tremendous headache…”

It was Lucelle, whose voice trembled with disbelief and…..fear, as she unconsciously tightened her grip on Elian without realizing it. 

She seemed to feel as if countless small worms were crawling all over her body as she realized that there was something wrong with her memory, making her tremble with disgust when she got an idea of what was happening.

“My Lady….this is too strange…” Amelia hugged herself, showing a rare expression of anxiety as she felt an unsettling chill spread throughout her body.

Something Arisella understood, since she felt the same way. 

His body felt so cold that it was as if most of the heat had been taken out of him as he understood the implications of such a strange memory gap that they all shared.

Did…someone play with our memory at some point…? If not...How do I explain this?

Something happened to us and we were never aware of it….But what was it?

What secret could there be in someone who was originally just an extra like me, for something so strange to happen?

Who would mess with the minds of people from any town and give them secret information that only the upper echelons of the empire would know? Or was it even that?

The chill he felt upon being aware that his memory was manipulated, without his knowledge, was overwhelming, making his expression turn a little blue at the idea...that someone messed with their souls at will.

The Soul is the root of being, it is where consciousness exists and, of course, where memory is actually stored. The mind center in particular was a rather fragile thing that, if mishandled, could turn a person into an empty shell, with a broken soul destined to disperse.

That's why the three of them were afraid.

That's why they were disgusted.

And that's why they were beyond furious.

What human would like to have their memory played with? 

Even the act of controlling a person's actions with a slave collar was more humane than the idea of ​​altering their being with an unknown object.

And what else could they have changed? Was that the only thing?

They had no way of knowing, they were scared by it.

And the others too...why...why did this happen?

The confusion and fear she felt, along with the anger, was so overwhelming that Arisella clenched her fists. She couldn't help the hostility she felt towards anyone who dared to play with her and her only family in this world.

As risky as it might sound, she wanted to make the person responsible pay... Too bad she wouldn't have the chance, not while they're stuck here, at least.

The others around them could only look with confusion and concern at the three women who suddenly looked somewhat scared and angry about something they did not understand. 

Armán even contained his desire to hug Lucelle when he saw her with the face of someone who suffered a horrible violation of her person and only now became aware of it.

The atmosphere between them became even darker, as did the faces of the three of them.

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"Huh...? Are your memories blocked somehow?" Priscilla's eyes widened in disbelief when the three finally bothered to explain what was happening.

“That's what it created, Priscilla…it doesn't make sense that someone would have forced that knowledge onto us and our acquaintances as Arisella thought. That's why I think what happens is that someone blocked our memory about the source of our knowledge...or maybe saying 'Seal them' is the most correct way to say it” Lucelle responded with an annoyed sigh.

Both she and the others were still quite upset and scared by their situation, you could see that in their expressions. Armán looked at Lucelle uneasily, but he decided not to do anything that would upset her more or make her feel uncomfortable.

“That's too incredible…Why would someone do something like that?”

“I don't know!” Arisella responded bitterly to Maximiliano, “And that's what bothers me about all this!”

Amelia nodded next to her, and Tasha looked at the three of them uneasily, not expecting such a story.

“Forget that,” Lucelle spoke, with an emotionless face, “We can't waste any more time on this, Elian is dying, and we must find other Clerics of Aphrodite to save him before it's too late…”

“You're right!” Priscilla trembled as she responded in agreement. She couldn't believe that she, of all people, would forget about the child's serious condition.

"But…"

“Arisella, there was no use arguing about this here. We don't have the means to unlock our memory and we can't find out right now who is responsible for this, we can only do our best to survive here and find a way to solve it later."

Lucelle spoke with determination in her voice, and turned toward the exit of the cave without hesitation, not seeming the least bit tired from reaching Elian in her arms. Arisella and Priscilla looked worried for a moment, but followed her and the others immediately, with Priscilla carrying Tasha in her arms.

Of course, seeing them about to leave, the heavy and light infantry [Soldiers] quickly moved ahead of them without waiting for Armán's orders to do so, and John Miller joined them with a disturbing light in his eyes.

...None of them were aware that a strange metal bird was watching them.

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“Do you think that child is potentially being affected by the purple mist, unlike us and these people?” a hooded man asked his companions after removing his gaze from the projection shown by his holographic finish.

“It could be…which is strange. Number 3, what do you think we should do with this information?”

“Isn't it obvious?” mocked another, who had his hands crossed over his chest as he watched them, leaning against the wall of a cave.

"Are you serious…?"

"Because? Don't you want to?” He snorted, a nasty smile forming on his lips, “For the sake of the future of humanity's future generations, accumulating knowledge is our duty. 

If our Lord told us to investigate the purple mist and everything related to it, we should not hesitate to take any sample on our way, be it a mere strange rock or even a human... And Number 1, we already have too much blood in our hands to make you refuse just because he's a boy, you know that right? Don't be a hypocrite, mate. All this is for the good of our lord's Great plan..."

His tone seemed calm, yet those red eyes shone with unconcealed fanaticism as he reminded him. Seeing that, the one who seemed doubtful ended up nodding as he remembered his mission, closing his eyes with a sigh.

“Okay…Let's go get that kid.”

Without saying anything else, the 10 Prometheus adepts marched towards their goal.

♦♦♦♦

Seeing that they had not yet found any beast and unable to bear the silence that enveloped the group after leaving the cave, Priscilla decided to start a conversation with the topic that occupied them from before.

Looking at the girl in her arms, she smiled a forced smile and spoke, "Umm...Arisella, you said that Tasha is a powerful Psychic, right? It's incredible that that's the case. I was already surprised that I could use the power of three goddesses, and now this.... simply incredible..."

“So, now you believe me?” The prophetess said sarcastically while rolling her eyes, “...To be fair, Tasha here still can't use the abilities of a psychic. Profession awakening aside, Tasha has yet to become aware of her Psionic abilities, and I would like her to be able to do so as soon as possible."

“I think he's too young for that…” Maximiliano said, making Tasha, whose eyes were shining with excitement at the idea, fill with disgust as she looked at him.

“But instead, a Psionic ability could help him survive in case he needs it. Gods forbid, but we cannot control everything that happens at every moment, and something unforeseen always occurred that puts us all in danger, including her. Have a power it would be very helpful to her if he wants to survive in this place, right?"

"I guess?" He answered, unsure, as Tasha clenched her fists excitedly, making them smile slightly.

Well, Tasha is mentally an adult, apparently, so I figured she should know what to do and what not to do...I hope. I don't know what kind of survivor she was at the end of the human era (which I assume was the dimensional crises), but I want to believe in her title as an innocent defendant and not as a flirtatious bitch...

“And how can we make him aware of what his Psionic abilities are?” Armán asked with a serious expression, making Arisella stop in her tracks for a moment. Which also caused the others to stop, waiting for a response...

"I don't know." Arisella shrugged her shoulders and continued walking with the same bad mood she had before, making the others (who almost tripped over her feet) sigh both for her attitude and for making them believe that she knew how to wake up. Tasha as a Psychic (Not the profession). 

Tasha unconsciously puffed out her cheeks, thinking that Arisella was lying for some reason. 

But it was true, Arisella didn't know. She didn't know how psychics became aware of her powers in this world because she never wrote about such a thing. 

And without being aware of his powers first, not even the Authority of a noble or the awakening ritual used by clerics would serve him well, since being a psychic aware of his power was a necessary condition.

Let's say again that a non-psychic can never have one's profession. The only thing Arisella knew was that she had to do with the energy they used, but nothing more.

The psychic energy used by psychics like Tasha is created from residual spiritual energy that loses the unique signature of the soul from which it came, merging with the energy of other souls, and wandering as free chaotic energy in the environment containing a chaotic mixture of emotions and thoughts from their various sources, there is his name.

Although it was not an almost omnipresent energy like Aether and Qi, free chaotic energy was found in greater quantities than those two in areas densely populated by living beings since, well, they are the ones that produce it unconsciously.

And as for psychics, they are basically humans who suffered a 'mutation' in their souls after near-death experiences, which made them develop [Spiritual Circuits] capable of absorbing that free chaotic energy and refining it into psychic energy, with a purpose that even Arisella was unaware of, since she...No, Amael only wanted to create a small scenario that will explain the powers of psychics and did not delve much into it.

By the way, the Dragons of this world are a solitary race of powerful psionic beings that, now that she thought about it, basically didn't make any sense…

Either way, psychics achieved their astonishing abilities almost comparable to divine magic by manipulating the realm of concepts in ways not fully understood, and since Tasha was apparently one of the most powerful psychics given her latent potential...

Hmm? A powerful psychic...by the name of Tasha...who is the reincarnation of someone who lived through the end of a forgotten era...

His confused eyes suddenly widened as he finally remembered who Tasha was, as far as the novel was concerned.

Isn't our Tasha one of the heroines of [The Revenge of a Professional!? Oh really!?

Arisella's shock at realizing this was understandable; How was she supposed to expect to meet one of Jayden's future girlfriends in this damn place?

And especially one that appeared at least 20 chapters before the final events of the novel...

Fortunately, Arisella stopped herself from stopping and staring at Tasha like she was a freak. I didn't want to explain anything more at the moment.

Although that didn't stop him from remembering a little of his history...

Tasha, an orphan with no last name and Fifth Rank professional who became the founder and leader of the Black Rose Squadron, being a strong Orzan woman who acted as the head of one of the most powerful adventure groups in the empire in the future, which was full of wild women…and brave gay men who would pursue Jayden with “love” in many ways…

Arisella certainly did not expect to already meet such an important character in her novel without realizing it all this time, especially given his future powers that explained why he was considered so highly by her own subconscious.

Although, to be fair, Arisella blamed her age and Tasha's childish bear fur, which was a trait of her race that she didn't remember writing about at all...like many other things.

He couldn't help but sigh at that fact as he looked at the future heroine with a strange smile, before suddenly frowning when he felt a sudden attack of vertigo. Her eyes could barely properly capture what was in front of her or behind her, and she almost lost her balance on her feet.

“Ugh…!”

His ear hurt, and there was a loud, persistent sound in his eardrums…

Eh…? What is….?

She wasn't the only one... Arisella saw that the others also seemed affected by the same thing. 

In reality, it seemed that demihumans like Armán and Tasha were even worse, as Tasha was in the fetal position in the arm of a pained Priscilla while covering her ears in vain and Armán...fainted, falling heavily to the ground.

Blood was coming out of both of their ears. 

Placing her hands on her ears, Arisella was briefly relieved to notice no blood, but not for long, as the situation was bad.

What the hell is happening? Inevitably the question came.

Then it happened.

Several metal containers fell from somewhere in the hallway and immediately released a gray gas around everyone, completely covering them in a short time and blocking visibility of the area.

"What's going on!?"

Arisella screamed, but she couldn't even hear her own scream properly, since her ears were still not working properly, much less could she hear the voices of others. 

And in the midst of the screams and panic generated by this sequence of unpredictable events….

“Come on, take the brat!”

She managed to capture the vision of some men getting between them while shouting an order, heading towards the strangely deformed shadow of a woman who was immediately attacked by one of them with a merciless kick in the back. 

The attack caused the woman to scream with a voice she recognized and drop something to the ground, making her figure become more like that of a human, but not before falling herself too…

That was Lucelle!?

As she slowly regained her balance and the noise subsided, Arisella began to run in the direction of who she was sure was Lucelle as she watched angrily as one of those men took what she dropped, Elian, from the ground, and ran away with the child, walking away. from your group quickly.

Without caring much at that moment, Arisella still tried to go towards where Lucelle was, but suddenly, she felt a strong impact on her body that almost made her stumble, and an intense pain spread from her shoulder.

“Aaargh!”

Screaming in pain and agony, Arisella looked at her left shoulder and saw a small spike of earth protruding horribly from it, with blood overflowing. 

Turning around, she saw John Miller with his arms raised, looking at her with murderous intent as he tried to gather his Aether again to cast a spell against her despite the obvious pain that this seemed to cause him.

Realizing that he didn't kill her with a first shot, the bastard frowned as he seemed determined to kill her here without missing again.

“Argh…ha…haa…”

Gritting his teeth at the rat that attacked him as he expected, although at the most inopportune moment, Arisella gasped in pain, sweating cold with a face almost as pale as that of a dead man, and practically roared an order in a voice full of rage towards the .

“Stay still, scum! You are prohibited from using magic!“

A mocking expression appeared on John Miller's face upon hearing her words before it turned into one of disbelief as he literally froze as she commanded, the necklace on his neck slightly glowing from the aether flowing into it.

He couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Arisella, with anguished eyes and a face full of suffering, gasped once again in fear as she looked at her serious wound and cried as she screamed in pain.

"Damn!"