The Chosen of Helment

Chapter 16

Everyone's features and skin color are quite different, which makes me think that we are all from different parts of the world. To clarify my doubts I ask Alfred that apparently is possessed by the sin of gluttony because he does not stop choking food as if he had not eaten for days, "Alfred, what region of Spain are you from? I am from Valencia and you?"

My friend stops for a moment, looks at me in surprise for a second, and says, "You're Spanish! You're not joking with me are you? Because no matter how well you learn to speak another language, you will always have your inconsistencies or an accent that betrays you. And you speak English perfectly."

"English?!" I react impressed, "I've always been terrible at English. Badly I know how to say hello and those things that everyone knows."

"And then how do you explain to me that we can understand each other perfectly?"

"Surely it must be some spell or something that makes it possible. Anyway, I'm going to ask that boy over there what country he is from." I point with a glance to the boy who saved us all from certain death, the one who is quite tall, with blue eyes and curly blond hair.

I approach him and say loud enough for everyone to hear me, gratefully resting my hand on him, "Look who's here. But if he is the one who saved us all with that nuclear arrow to name him in some way, that he smashed that demon that appeared at the end."

They all look at him in amazement and begin to approach him to thank him for the hero that he has been. He looks at me smiling but with an extremely pale face like a person with severe anemia.

He answers me with an exhausted voice, "I just did what he had to do." The last syllable comes out of his lips and collapses in on himself.

Fortunately, a man in his thirties appears surprisingly and without anyone noticing him, dressed in a light blue tunic with the same golden embroidery that the healer possesses, with long shining blond hair and with a face so graceful that if not because the The tone of his voice gives him away, he would think he is a woman, who manages to hold him before reaching the ground.

After examining it with a slight cursory glance, he comments with concern, "This happens when too much spirit power is used without weighing the consequences. Right now his life is in danger. But this has a solution. I'm just going to need the help of some of you.” He pronounces as he watches everyone around him. I am the first to volunteer my willingness, "Count on me" The slender man shakes his hand and answers me, "I'm afraid I cannot accept your help or that of anyone who used the power of their holy weapon during the trial, since you expended a lot of spiritual power, if I use you I will only be able to leave you in the same state as your partner."

The people that he specifies give him his support and after having gathered five around the unconscious boy, they all put their hands on his chest; you can see how a thread of golden light springs from their arms and enters the patient's body for a few seconds.

The enchantment ends and the volunteers as well as the healer show exhaustion with heavy breathing and sweat on their faces.

The man says after checking that the boy's skin color has returned to normal, "For now you just need to rest a bit and you will be fine.Thank you all very much for helping, without you I would not have been able to do it. They are good teammates." Right after the portal diagrams emerge and inform us before disappearing along with our partner, "And by the way, I'm Melias, your magical skills instructor."

I find myself somewhat stunned at how dangerous over-employing our skills can be, but I calm down after thinking that he is better now and that this person strangely inspired me with confidence with his kind and cordial voice.

Alfred tells me worried after seeing what happened, "Now I'm afraid to use my ability. You imagine something like this happening to you in the middle of a test. That would be a certain death sentence."

I say optimistically, "That really would be something terrible, but I trust that that man who claims to be our instructor of magical abilities, will teach us to know when we are close to the limit so that something like this does not happen to us."

"You're right." Most likely in the next class they will teach us that.

Elizabeth asks us when she sees us talking very concentrated on the subject, "Is it possible for you to tell what are you gossiping so seriously?"

"Eli! Are you okay?! That demen… ” I stop when I remember what happened to me the last time I was going to speak ill of that person and change the word, "Woman I mean, she didn't do anything bad to you, right?!"

She answers me in complete surprise at my question, "Of course not. She was kind and gentle with me. The truth is that I didn't even feel when she healed my arm." She shows it to us by moving it with great ease, "It was much faster than I thought. And why that weird question of what if he did something bad to me? Was it different with you?"

I am somewhat perplexed by the enormous difference in treatment and I think, 'That crazy woman is obsessed with me, she is bipolar or what the hell is wrong with her.' I answer her with a calm sum, hiding my displeasure, "No, no, she was just as nice to me. I only asked you like that to see how you would react."

She raises an eyebrow and looks at me, doubting my good sanity, "You are a very strange boy Iran. I think you should go see the healer again to see if you didn't hit your head really hard when you were blown up from the portal."

I feel somewhat ashamed but also annoyed that they call me crazy, I try to hide my emotions again and I answer her with absolute calm, "Na, I'm fine, don't worry."

She shrugs and is carefree, "Well if you say so it's fine then. And returning to what was before. What were you talking about so serious a moment ago?"

"Well, one of us used his power too much and almost died right here."

"Oh yeah, I didn't expect that!" She replies with utter surprise, "And to think what could had happen to us and we didn't know it." She getsa little angry and continues talking, "Really, that was the utter recklessness of those running this game.Now I do think that they are bastards who may not have informed us of anything to see how the boy or any of us will die.

"It is probable. Luckily, a new instructor appeared and attended him quickly with the help of everyone to make a spell so that he could recover the spiritual power that he lacked. Now let me ask you something I wanted to check a little bit ago. What country are you from?"

She responds wryly, "From Australia. Are you not Australian too?"

Me and Alfred looked at each other and only nodded at our theory.