Second Lead Syndrome (1-187) | ✓

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Cecil dropped her hand, somehow feeling nervous as she swallowed, turning her head. There was a tall, humanoid figure standing in the distance beside her, the mist concealing their face.

Judging from the voice that just spoke, Cecil assumed the mysterious figure was a man. His voice was low, indifferent and strangely seductive.

[ Optional mission #4 : The Nice Guy
Objective : Accept the stranger's helping hand
Reward : 1000 points ]

The system reminded Cecil once more, and she was nonplussed by this mission. She knew she clearly heard the man asking her if she needs help.

I...I...should accept? The...1000...points...

Everytime I think this system is getting better, they do something like this. The jump in points is too abrupt...but I guess it isn't an unpleasant surprise.

Seeing no response from Cecil, the man made sighed

"You must be deaf, apologies," the man started to make gestures with his hand in the mist. "Here we go. Do. You. Need. Some. Help--no, that's head."

"What's the sign for help?" the man muttered, thinking for a second, before nodding at Cecil, repeating the signs. "That's right, do you need some heads?"

"..."

"...yes, I do need some help."

The man paused and then walked a few steps forward, and Cecil could finally get a good look at him.

There was only one word that occurred to her once she observed the man.

Exotic.

His ebony eyes were sharp and curved, there was also a distinct mole under his right eye, and his thin, curved eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Along with his alluring, pink lips and an attractive jawline, including a nose that adds on to his somewhat feminine charm.

If it wasn't for his cobalt blue hair that only reached his neck, and his grey and black rogue-like outfit, and his voice, Cecil would have assumed it was a woman.

"You aren't deaf?"

"No."

"A pity."

"A pity?"

"I wanted to see what it was like to ask a deaf person if they wanted some heads."

"..."

The beautiful yet handsome man sauntered his way over, standing beside Cecil who was still laying in a prone position.

"You need those Flaming Lavender?" he pointed downwards at the herb Cecil has been grasping at for the past few minutes.

Cecil wanted to smack her face with her palm upon hearing the herb name.

That's what the author named it as? Putting flaming in front of lavender?

No wonder I couldn't recall the damn name!

Cecil nodded at the mysterious man, and the man simply walked to the edge of the slope, and stepped forward...his right foot floating in the air.

"...?!"

That was when Cecil noticed a cloud of darkness under his black boots, supporting him. He descended down the steep slope, as if making a stairway, bending down and plucking the Flaming Lavender out.

However, once Cecil remembered the origins of those clouds made out of darkness, she paled.

This man...is a dark magic user! And judging from his level of creating those dark clouds out of nowhere, he is definitely of the highest caliber.