So when Lynn was just thinking that Deniel should stop toying with the stupid little guardian who could barely do anything to him, he stopped, removing his hand from behind him and firmly holding the sword now, and with a quick strike, the armor that held the guardian together was split in half, with nothing inside. Lynn’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of this and when she turned to to look back at the guardian she had killed and realised the same. The armor was still there, damaged and all but what should have been there inside was gone now. But when she turned back, she was a little too late to stop what was about to happen. Mr. Nephalem had done his talking to the angel queen and gone ahead and invited the entire audience to come and fight him so that they could prove that he - the one with the ‘fake’ wings - was lesser than the rest of them. Honestly, Lynn believed that Deniel could totally take out the entire arena, including the angel queen herself, so she knew he was playing, still. And now he was going to wipe out the entire audience first before he took on the angel queen. The angel queen, on the other hand, looked like someone pissed on her face and was standing up with her fists curled tightly beside her. She looked really mean now. And now that that was the case, she was going to go all out now, cheering for her kind to take out that...whatever it was that they called Deniel now. Lynn scoffed at the hatred that they had for him because he was not entirely an angel like that. If Lynn was still from Fismuth, these angels would be worshipping her like they should be. Lynn was not familiar with how they served her however, as she was no longer Tane or a Prestigious and if she went back to Fismuth today, no one would recognize her, not even Gaius. Well, maybe Gaius, because he was the castle’s magician and he could find out who she was with the snap of his fingers.
Lynn, as Tane, was a ‘Prestigious’ back in Fismuth. And the angels? They were her workers. They were called the workers and they worked for the Prestigious, and pretty much anyone who enslaved them, not with money, not with chains, but with loyalty. Every angel worker when they came of age would have to pledge loyalty to a certain someone with power enough to have them work for them. Among those, Tane was of the highest ranks, the Prestigious ones. But on Earthland it was a different story. Whatever she was back in Fismuth did not apply for anything here. Sure she was insanely talented in martial arts and sword fighting and pretty much all sorts of fighting, but that was not enough to convince the humans that she was good enough to be considered an important person, not that she was trying to convince them anyway. She did not need to. But of course she accepted the rules of the human world and he would begin little, and continue her way up the ladder until she was accepted as someone important. Now she was on the ladder, and she was almost there, which meant that she was going to become something equivalent to a Prestigious like in Fismuth, but now on Earth. The Ice Dragon Slayer had yet to know that the equivalent to a Prestigious here was a ‘God of Ishval’ and as of now, she was with one.
“Oh shit…” she muttered as almost half of the audience came down into the arena to accept his challenge. Deniel looked like he was happy about this. It looked like this was what he wanted in the first place! Lynn on the other hand was no high ranking wizard. She could barely do anything right now but since her partner had gone ahead and done something so reckless, she had no choice but to help him, even though of course, he could handle all of these shits easy peasy. Now that she was all hyped up, she would grab one of the swords that just fell from someone’s hand and slid to her feet. It seemed nobody paid much attention to her since she was not the one who challenged their entire kind, but if she did appear like someone who was helping the one who did, they might fight her, and so she raised the sword and lashed out, going crazy with the light enforced sword that she used to cut the angels’ bodies in half. These did not have armor on and when she slashed at them and the sword went through, they would just disappear in a flash of light. Lynn stopped for a moment, holding the sword and staring at the magical thing that just happened, but then went back to fighting since getting distracted at this point could get herself killed. Now everyone know whose side she was on and they began to attack her as well. She hoped she had another sword like Deniel but now that there was a horde of them around her it was hard for her to find another sword. ‘Damn it,’ she thought, looking around frantically. Maybe she might just defend herself until she found another sword where she could do both defend and attack with ease. Two swords, even though they were not as powerful as the ones Deniel was using, was better than using a single one and having to do everything with it.
“Fuck you,” she muttered as she cut another angel in half, then another, then another. If she was in Fismuth, she would be enslaved herself for fighting with an angel worker. Because if she did that, it meant that she was low enough to go to their standards and fight with them. She had never had a problem with the angel workers. The ones that served her were loyal and nice, never showing such a vile nature like the ones that they were fighting now. Deniel was definitely having fun, and so was Lynn but if she was still the Prestigious that she used to be, she would be considered unworthy of the title she bore, and even be considered something lower than the angel workers. She did not want that. She did not want anything like that to happen, well when she was in Fismuth anyway. Because now, she did not feel anything, any form of guilt, after killing so many of them. The angel queen was so angry that Lynn saw her cheering for her kind with a raised fist as she yelled continuously, different things she did not exactly understand as maybe they had a different language to communicate among themselves. Or maybe they already had it and they were using the common tongue to speak to Deniel and Lynn. When she was Tane, she used a different language as well, not even one that common Fismuthians spoke in. But a separate language made especially for the Prestigious and those trusted people within the castle. It was for the safety of the Prestigious ones and so that their plans could not be heard and plotted against. But of course there was always someone trying to ruin everything and so they would have to regularly change the tongue, forming a new language almost every year. And this was how she had photographic memory.
Remembering all the words in the vocabulary of one language was difficult. Imagine knowing that of thousands. That was roughly the amount of languages Lynn had to learn and remember as a Prestigious in her life as one, and that was only for half of the lifetime she was a Prestigious. If she had not gone down to Earth or asked for a human life so that she could be with the new family she joined, Sabertooth, she would have a thousand more to learn and remember, and go back to her monotonous life as a Prestigious. The only thing that ever brought entertainment to her was the occasional humor that Gaius made whenever they met at the long table. And it was all just a memory, one that she would never remember, ever. There was no way they could resurface and Lynn didn’t know that, for she didn’t know the existence of this memory in her own mind.