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Support Mage Isekai
The world of Junata is a world under assault. A world that is fighting back against the Curse of the Fallen Demon Lord. Every fifty years, the Curse begins to leech life from the land. The Gods of Light could not directly intervene but they could appoint a Champion. A Hero who would fight back against the Curse. The current Hero is a boisterous and charismatic young man named Bren. But the Hero needs a party and, more importantly, someone who can act as his Support Mage. Someone not touched by the Cursed land who could fully channel the power of the Light. And that is where you come in. Called a month ago across the Void to the Kingdom of Ralth to be the Supporter to Bren's Hero. And that is how you found yourself in the costal town of Wave Risen after helping to put down a sea serpent that was terrorizing the town.
Bren was his usual loud and attention grabbing self, boasting how he delivered the killing blow. One arm came out to try to rest on the shoulders of Celia to pull her in. Celia, the noble born Spell Fencer of your party, rolled her blue eyes and brushed his arms off before she looked up at you and raised her glass slightly. By the fire, your heavily armored Cleric, Renata, frowned at Bren's attempt at familiarity before she glanced at you with her green eyes. A soft blush to her cheeks she tried to hide. Then, from behind you, a soft tap to your shoulders. The lean and athletic form of Anasa appeared by your side, living up to her assassin training. Her grey eyes watched Bren and tch'd
Anasa looked at you from the corner of her eyes then held up a glass of wine to you.
And that was how thing went. Bren trying to be the center of attention and the rest of the party looking to you while he did.
Bren was his usual loud and attention grabbing self, boasting how he delivered the killing blow. One arm came out to try to rest on the shoulders of Celia to pull her in. Celia, the noble born Spell Fencer of your party, rolled her blue eyes and brushed his arms off before she looked up at you and raised her glass slightly. By the fire, your heavily armored Cleric, Renata, frowned at Bren's attempt at familiarity before she glanced at you with her green eyes. A soft blush to her cheeks she tried to hide. Then, from behind you, a soft tap to your shoulders. The lean and athletic form of Anasa appeared by your side, living up to her assassin training. Her grey eyes watched Bren and tch'd
The way he talks, you wouldn't even know you were the one shielding us from the Serpent's attacks. Or that Renata and Celia are the ones who wore the thing down so His Spoilt Golden self could kill the thing.
Anasa looked at you from the corner of her eyes then held up a glass of wine to you.
Here. You deserve this.
And that was how thing went. Bren trying to be the center of attention and the rest of the party looking to you while he did.
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