Page 171 of I Ran Away to Evil 3
“Mm, thank you.” He ran a hand through his scraggly bed hair before accepting the cup. I then sat down on the edge of the platform and checked my logs.
[Passive Perk:Sense Fatehas activated. Duke Julian von Slyke will fall into a pit trap.]
[You have crossed paths with a fate that can be changed. Area of effect radius: Level 67 x Perception 45 x Foretelling 4 = 12,060sq/ft. Fate herself will guide you.]
[“The eyes of Fate are on the chosen of her company, and by the end of grace might hear the sound. That moment when the third crosses the fingers reach, the earth herself will hold and drag him down.”]
Alright, that sounded … not good.
[Julian, watch for floor traps!]
I posted it as soon as I was finished reading the warning.
[Too late for that.]
When hedidn’timmediately follow it up with more, I held off yelling at him in all caps, calmly asking,
[And!!?!]
[It’s fine.]
Still no real explanation.
“John,” I called out to the rogue, who was reading his own notifications. His eyes glanced my way, and I said, “Go get Julian.”
“Alright.” The shadow man disappeared into his own shadow.
“Wow,” Tully laughed. “John listened to you.”
“Of course he did. She’s Madame Potts,” Pram explained.
Jeffry added cheekily, “And she’s sl—dating the duke.”
John and Julian appeared back in the cavern, the duke slung over John’s shoulder. He looked the worse for wear. One shoulder was gouged pretty badly,there was a cut on his cheek, and one of his legs was clean missing. From the blood dripping through his clothes, there were other unseen injuries as well.
Julian was deposited on the platform while John wordlessly handed over mana and healing potions.
Tully made an impressed whistle, but no one else spoke.
“Fine, huh?” I marched up to Julian and poked him on the side of the chest that wasn’t torn up. As much as I knew this world didn’t work the same way mine did … seeing him in this state made meangry. “I was almost done,” he replied. His face was clammy, and his eyes unfocused. “Just one more star vole, and then I would’ve healed myself.”
“You’re a wreck!” I told him, poking again. He flinched. John was already opening another potion and handing it over as he came to Julian’s defense. “It’s true, Miss Gerda.Usually, His Grace could tackle twenty star voles unscathed.” John gave Julian adeliberatelook. “Though I’ve never seen you come backthisinjured before.”
“He fell into a pit trap.”
Julian grunted.
John nodded. “Ah, that would do it.”
Between the potions and Julian’s [Divine Heal], his leg came back before our eyes—barefoot and without a pant leg, of course. I handed him a [Mend] scroll, and he swapped out a new pair of boots.
“Enough fuss,” Julian said, handing back the empty potion bottles and standing up. “It’s time we head out. I suspect the other party is still in the dungeon, and since the dungeon status hasn’t updated, they haven’t reached the core. Everyone needs to be on high alert.”
“How far did you go into the tunnels?” Jeffry asked. He’d changed his wings for a pair of glasses that let him see in the dark. And instead of his usual standard-size sword, he had equipped a half-sword that was easier to maneuver in tight spaces.
“Not far. The star voles came from the left side, and there’s been nothing from the right.”
“So, are we still going left?” Visha asked. Everyone was standing, ready to head out.
