Following the older woman back to the guild building located at the ter of Restol vilge. Trying her hardest not to watch the womaoned bad shapely ass boung slightly as she walked. Bming her neendage on the gnces she stole. Passing the taverwins’ mother ran broke her out of her lustful gaze. Finally, she was able to join the merriment that occurred there on weekends.

  A smug smile on her face, she did not notice Jasmirailing the dies. Jasmine was just as excited for Cire to receive her css, she had put aside quite a few opportuo train Cire. 5 years had passed since Ryley was forced from the vilge a Cire in that state. She looked at the woman before her with pride and feeling a warmth.

  Jasmine smiled thinking ba the years of training. Cire’s first time sword fighting, teag her footwork and the first time she saw her smile in a long while. That day is what made her decision to stay in this vilge worth it, bringing that smile back was one of her favorite achievements. It made her growing feelings awkward. She did not know if they were feelings of familiarity rowing feelings of attra.

  Stuck deep ihought, Jasmine nearly got caught. Barely missing a twig, she cursed at herself. To think, an experienced assassin like herself almost made a noise while trailiarget. When was the st time she was this close to being caught or making a noise. She chuckled and hid behind a tree right outside the guild hall. She only wao see the reas of Cire, knowing her css to Cire’s decision.

  Cire took a deep breath in front of the guild’s door, w what was waiting for her. She took a step in the door and followed the chief into her office. Before her was a dark, wooden desk with two chairs fag it. Papers and quills scattered on the desk and the magical device used to cssify eadividual’s css. “Sit please”, Elizabeth ordered.

  “Yes ma’am,” Cire said. She sat before the device taking in its details. A right hand print with gemstones oip of each finger, mana circuits ran through the device to a sedary device, ohat looked to attach to a person’s left hand. Both feeding back to another device with a handprint. Ohat Cire assumed Elizabeth would use to power the device.

  “Put your hand in this,” She said as she held up the sed device, it looked almost like an infted glove. Cire hesitantly put her hand into the device, feeling the pinpoint that’d add her css sheet. A sheet only she was able to access, tethered to her own mana. “, set your other hand on this” Elizabeth said.

  With more fidence, Cire set her hand on the first devid took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she waited. A fsh of light peed her eyelids causio opehen a pain in the back of her left hand. Just a small poke, with pain that went away rapidly. She felt her mana surge within her body and a sheet appeared before her. Almost as if a piece of part was floating before her very eyes.

  Padin of Virility: Carry out the Goddess’s will as her chosen champion.

  “So that’s what the goddess ruled over” Cire thought to herself. Thinking hard for a name, none came to mind. She khe goddess of fertility, but this aspect wasn’t one of her powers. Rag her brain, no goddess she could think of were known tn over virility. But, it did expin her new addition. Shifting in her seat, she tinued.

  Level: 1

  HP: 20/20

  Mana: 10/10

  Exp: 0

  Bestower of the Goddess: Spread her gift to Lovers. ing your sexual fluids allows other women to groenis. Accepting the gift makes them a Bestowed Lover.

  Buff of the Bestain power through spreading her gift. Gain additional stats in the Bestowed Lover’s primary stat and vice versa. Buff increases with the bond formed betweeower aowed.

  Aura of the Bestower: Bestowed Lovers within the Bestower’s viity gain defense, resistand healing over time. Healing and stat buffs increase with the Padin’s defense aaat.

  Deferike: el your defeo a powerful ter attack. Power increased with defense and the target's strength. (Higher defehan target’s strength increases the damage) Cooldown 5s

  Her eyes widening and her breath caught, three of them were pletely different then she was expeg. The fourth one was a on defensive based css skill, but the other three made her mind race. Just thinking about the first one, spreading “the gift” made her cock perk up between her legs. Regretfully, just thinking about it was awakening her gift. Taking a deep breath, and ign thinking of the other skills for now, she moved on to her stats.

  Strength: 6    Magic: 1

  Dexterity: 4   Resistance: 7

  stitution: 6   Wisdom: 4

  Charisma: 4    Divinity: 5

  Defense: 8

  Thankfully, her stats came out normal. Having low magic made sense as most healing and buffs e from the divinity stat. Magic was more elemental, illusion, or summoning based, if not used fic devices. Everything else seemed normal, her defense aaats being high made sense as her css was more of a tank. Everything else looked normal, very rarely were people given csses with stats above 10 at level 1.

  After finishing her examination of the stat sheet, she closed her eyes and had it disappear. Looking into the older woman’s deep blue eyes, she finally spoke. ”I received a Padin css that focuses on defense and buffing my allies.” She decred.

  Elizabeth smiled, showing off the wrinkles of age on her face, ”A padin is a bit surprising, ook you for a religious type”

  “I’m not, not more than any other. Don’t even know the name of the goddess I’m sworn to.” Cire responded

  “Maybe future skills will reveal her name,” she said. Her eyes seemed to zo to a thousand yard stare as she pursed her lips. Cire could only guess what the dy was thinking. To ask about her skills, stats, any current clues about the goddess maybe? After a prolonged pause, she focused ba Cire. ”o worry right now, you should be celebrating!”