Armaros looked at himself as he couldn't believe that he didn't feel any sort of pain from the use of his mana. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at himself, the toothy grin still on his face as he couldn't help but feel great happiness due to what he had felt.
And as he looked at himself he felt more power inside him as he checked himself to see if he was actually correct. And to his shock he realised that his mana had increased a great deal.
His capacity had increased from before and he checked himself a few more times to make sure that he was actually correct in his assessment and he was not disappointed when he realised that his mana had indeed increased.
"How did that happen? A person's mana is fixed from the moment of their birth. It can't just increase suddenly." Armaros muttered to himself as he looked at his hand.
He tried to think about what it was that allowed this to happen, before he remembered the event with that unknown hero descendant and how he had taken away his holy powers, he became acutely aware of the fact that he had lost the pain and had an increase is mana after that had happened.
"Was... Was my divine blood holding me back? Was the divine power the reason I felt such pain when using magic and my decreased mana levels?" Armaros said to himself as his eyes widened.
Of course, this was just a speculation on his part considering the fact that he didn't have any other information to draw further conclusions regarding the situation, but this was the logical conclusion that he can come to after what he had understood about his situation.
And he then remembered the words that had been said by that mysterious witch in the town as her words rang in his mind as he looked down with a contemplative look on his face.
"Shackled and suppressed by Fate. Guess she was telling the truth after all." Armaros said to himself as he clenched his right hand.
He clenched his jaw as he contemplated on what to do. It wasn't everyday that you come to realise that the very divine powers that made you special were also hindering you as well, not to mention making him experience pain everytime he used his mana.
That was, as far as his family and the people of their world was concerned, blasphemous. They wouldn't accept the fact that the divine beings and their powers around which they had developed their faiths and beliefs would do something like hindering one.
He would be labelled as a heretic and killed. And he had no reason to air his thoughts about it to anyone, especially since he is the only one who has suffered from such a thing. There might've people before him who suffered like him, but considering the fact that there was no information about anything like that, they were probably killed a long time ago or in hiding.
In any case, he knew that he couldn't exactly return to the town Xerxia, especially due to the presence of the Church. Without his Holy power to suppress and hide the demonic power in him, he would be recognised and hunted by the Church for the possession of Demonic energy.
He was also pretty sure that his body had been affected by demonic power as well, but he wasn't able to find out how he was affected physically since he can't look at himself at the moment.
He looked at himself and realised that his armor has been broken in many places and it seems that it was done by his own hand as well. He cursed under his breath as he was just now realising how much his armor has been damaged, though he still has his sword so that was good.
His adventurers license and handbook, alongside his money that he had taken with him was also with him so he sighed in relief. But he knew that he can't stay there on the tree for too long as he jumped down as he landed on the ground without any problems.
"If I remember it right, there should be a stream in that direction." Armaros said to himself as he pulled up his memory before taking his next course of action.
He walked in that direction after checking the sun in the sky once more before he quickly made his way through the forest, and to his luck he managed to find the stream as he smiled and went near it and looked at his own reflection on the surface of the water.
He couldn't find any glaring differences in his face, but he could see that his hair had lost its luster and was now more dark and his eyes also was of a dark green colour than before.
He then stripped as he removed every bit of clothing from his body except for his underwear as he looked himself over. He sighed to himself when he realised that nothing adverse had happened to him due to the scabbard.
"Guess it didn't do much thankfully." Armaros said to himself before he looked at the stream of flowing water.
He stood there for a few seconds before he walked away from the edge of the river and then used his mana to raise water from the stream and doused himself with it as he felt the clear liquid flow down his body as he felt his muscles contract from the sudden cold, but also felt relieved at the feeling as well as he let out a pleased moan from the feeling.
He looked at himself and smiled softly as he drew more water and did the same as he took a bath. After which he used his mana to dry himself as he once again smiled at the fact that he is able to use mana without any problems.
After that he put on his clothes again, but he didn't put the armor considering the damage it had taken, the only armor he had put was on his legs. He was quite sure that the people from the town had already seen the wreckage of his fight, and he is sure that with the fact that some pieces of his armor was there and considering the large area of destruction, they might have thought that he had perished.
No normal adventurer would've been able to survive something that caused that much destruction, even if he is B rank.
There was also the fact that he can't exactly come back to the guild and show that he is alive. Not after what he had suffered, the betrayal, even if it was small, made him grit his teeth at what had happened. If it wasn't for the fact that the scabbard was inside him, he would either have died or heavily injured considering his state.
The hero descendant probably liked the fact that he was reported to have been dead by the guild. If he were to reveal the fact that he is alive, he will be targeted by the bastard, and he doesn't want that, not after what had happened.
At the current time, his death is something of a protection against the bastard, and revealing the fact that he survived would no doubt put a target on his back. Especially since he had done something that was taboo.
Even if the other clans and his own clan won't care about him, he is still a potential danger to the bastard since he knows what the bastard had done. He wouldn't be able to accuse any clan for what had happened to him, but the threat he possesses would be something that the descendant would want to avoid.
'I guess Armaros has to stay dead or missing until I am strong enough. Well, I suppose the ability to use mana without the pain is a good exchange anyway.' Armaros thought to himself as he sighed at his situation.
"I can't stay in Xerxia anymore." Armaros said to himself as he looked at the sky and the blazing sun.