Training With Kids (2)

"What's going on here?!" a male voice bellowed.

Vivian turned her head to the direction of the voice and saw a burly-looking old man with a red face glaring at her.

She also noticed the gathering of onlookers.

Tch...!

She clicked her tongue mentally.

I don't have money to pay for this shit..!

She shot a glare back at the old man and pointed at the injured man laying on the floor.

"Is this your employee?!"

"That's my grandson! You better --!"

Pah!

Bam!

Thud!

Vivian slapped him away with her poleaxe.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING OLD PERVERT!"

When the old man realized what just happened to him, he tasted iron in his mouth and felt his flesh and bones ache.

With blood trickling down his mouth, the old man tried to get up but stopped when Vivian aimed the spearhead of her poleaxe on his face, the tip staring straight between his eyes.

"Your dear grandson tried to touch me, a Priest, all of a sudden! What do you have to say?! Are you also a pervert like your grandson and defending this type of perverted behavior?!"

All of a sudden, a woman in her 40s came out of a shop and rushed to the old man's side and covered the old man with her body before turning to Vivian.

"Please no!" the woman suddenly cried out.

"Who are you?"

"This is my fa--" she wasn't able to finish her sentence when she saw the unconscious young man severely injured and laying on the street. "My son!"

She rushed towards the young man and hugged him.

"My son, what happened to you?!"

Vivian looked at her with a deadpan expression.

You do know that he has broken bones, right…?

Moving him would only cause more injuries…

"Ehem!" Vivian cleared her throat. "Ma'am, please stop shouting and listen to me."

"My son! My son! Please wake up!"

Vivian gritted her teeth.

Clang!

Craaaaack!

She struck the end of her poleaxe against the pavement, causing a small web of cracks to appear. But what really caught the attention of the wailing woman was the noise her weapon made which was loud enough to catch the attention of everyone else around.

Women…

Seriously…

"The both of you," Vivian said and looked at the old man and woman. "That young man tried to grab me all of a sudden so I accidentally hit him."

"My son? He isn't --"

"Martha!" the old man shouted at the woman.

He would admit that his emotions got the best of him after seeing his unconscious and injured grandson and the broken wooden crates. He would also admit that he noticed that Vivian was a Priest and the Copper I Rank pendant around her neck but still didn't pay those things attention. However, after getting hit by Vivian and also seeing the web of cracks she made with a casual strike, although he was still seething with anger, he knew that once Vivian got serious, it would be over before someone came over to save them.

"Normally, I would seek justice and compensation," Vivian said with a straight face. "But since I have more important businesses to attend to, I'll let you and your family off the hook this time. And remember: ONLY THIS TIME."

Vivian went over to the woman and the unconscious man.

Seeing Vivian approach, the woman hugged her son tightly.

Vivian suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and scream at her that she's going to end up killing her son if she kept doing that.

"Ma'am, please relax, I'm just going to heal him. As a member of the Temple of Priests and a devout believer of the God of Light, I will still bestow him forgiveness despite his actions."

She reached out her hand and activated a skill.

[Heal].

A faint yellow light enveloped the man's body and half of his injuries recovered.

Shit…!

I don't have enough mana to cast another [Heal]…!

Well, at least I was able to save him before this woman moved him to death…

The man opened his eyes weakly.

A look of confusion appeared on his face from seeing his mother crying and hugging him, and also the pain that he felt on his body.

"Young man," Vivian said, drawing his attention to her. "Don't ever try to harass a Priestess ever again. I know it's hard, but please control yourself. You were extremely lucky that it was me you encountered. May the God of Light continue to watch over you."

She dramatically turned away and her cloak fluttered in the wind as she walked away.

"W-What…?" the man asked weakly, his face painted with even more confusion.

Little did Vivian know that her actions today would cause this family to be ostracized by the public and their business ruined that they had to leave the city only to end up meeting a group of bandits along the way and getting killed.

***

At the compound.

Vivian headed straight to the Mission Room.

It was still about half an hour before 8:00 a.m. However, there were already a number of people, some were dressed in Brown Cloaks, others in White.

"Excuse me, excuse me…"

Vivian was making her way to Ezekiel who was currently talking with someone and there was a group of people waiting behind the person.

She went to the group of people.

"Hello brothers and sisters, can I insert in the line for a quick moment? I have an important message to tell Brother Ezekiel. I promise it will only take a moment."

"No problem, sister," the group of people said and nodded.

"Thank you, brothers and sisters," Vivian said and bowed.

A couple of seconds later, the person talking to Ezekiel left and Vivian immediately rushed in.

"Brother Ezekiel."

"Oh, Sister Vivian, how are you? I mean, are you okay?"

Ezekiel met with Vivian yesterday. Although she looked haggard yesterday, today it only gotten worse.

On top of that, she hasn't taken a bath yet. Once she arrived at the compound, she immediately went straight here to the Mission Room.

"That's the thing I came to talk to you about," she said. "Is it possible to attend tomorrow? I haven't slept for 2 days and I'm not feeling well."

She took out the token he gave her.

"I'll even return this to you."

Even though Vivian wanted to push harder, she wasn't that stupid not to see the signs of her failing health. Even with how she feels, the incident this morning was already a clear sign.

Hallucination.

On top of that, to make matters even worse, she could feel that although she felt tired, she wasn't sleepy.

And whenever she encounters this feeling back in her previous world, she knows that once she falls asleep and wakes up, she will be hit with a fever.

As far as she was concerned, working hard is cool. But working hard only to end up completely bedridden for 3-5 days and not being able to work is completely stupid and a complete waste of precious time.

She would rather work for 7 days straight with 90% output than work for only 2-3 days with 150% output and the remaining days with 0%, not because she would use it for doing fun and other important stuff, but use it for sleeping and recovery because she was bedridden.

Ezekiel flashed an understanding smile.

"Sister, you don't have to return it. Just come back on the day of Monar and present it. Be sure to rest well, okay?"

"Thank you, brother."

"No problem, sister."

Vivian turned away.

But before leaving, she thanked the people who let her insert the line once again.