Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus carefully laid the woman down on the soft ground, his hands glowing with a gentle light as he channeled his healing magic.

"Where... where am I?"

Under Lyra\'s astonished gaze, her mother\'s wounds closed swiftly, her pale complexion returning to a healthy glow. Within moments, she opened her eyes, blinking in confusion.

"Mother!"

Lyra rushed into her mother\'s arms, tears spilling down her cheeks as she buried her face in her lap. Her mother, now fully alert, wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her tightly with eyes full of relief and affection.

For a moment, her mind remained foggy, but as her gaze settled on her daughter, the memories came flooding back—the fear, the imprisonment, and the faint hope of salvation.

"There, there, Lyra. I\'m fine now," she said soothingly, stroking her daughter\'s hair. But then her expression turned puzzled as her gaze shifted to Aengus. "But... who is this man? And where is the one who saved us?"

She squinted at Aengus, unable to recognize him in his current original form.

"Mother, he is our savior. You can\'t recognise him?" Lyra asked in doubt.

The woman looked at him with wide eyes, her gratitude mixed with confusion. "You... you are the one who saved us?"

Aengus nodded, his calm gaze meeting hers. "Yes, I am the one who saved you, though my appearance might confuse you. I had to take precautions while in enemy territory."

Amarian studied him, her expression uncertain. Her instincts told her to be wary, yet gratitude and exhaustion dulled her doubts. "I see... What will you do with us now? And where are we?" she asked, her tone cautious.

Aengus turned his eyes toward the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight painted the black ocean gold.

"We\'re now in the territory of the Kairos Empire," he said evenly. "As for what comes next, the choice is yours. You can follow me to a nearby human settlement where you\'ll be safer, or you can go your own way. I won\'t stop you, but be aware of the wilderness. Beasts and worse roam these lands, and they won\'t hesitate to make you their prey."

At the mention of wild beasts, Amarian\'s grip on Lyra\'s hand tightened instinctively. Her heart raced, images of the Cathedral\'s merciless cruelty flashing in her mind, now replaced by the threat of mindless predators.

Lyra, noticing her mother\'s fear, turned to Aengus. "Savior, if we follow you, will you protect us?" Her voice was small but steady, her eyes full of trust.

Aengus glanced at the young girl.

"If you choose to stay by my side, I\'ll ensure no harm comes to you two," he replied kindly.

But deep inside, Aengus was plotting to uncover the secret the woman seemed to be hiding. Her overcautiousness toward her own savior intrigued him.

There was something about Amarian that drew his attention—her body language, the erratic beat of her heart, and her guarded demeanor toward her savior all hinted at something important. He was determined to uncover the reason why the Cathedral had kept her under such strict surveillance.

"Th-thank you. I don\'t know how to repay you for the favor. Please, take us to safety," Amarian said in a pleading tone.

"Sure, but why don\'t you tell me your story while we relax?" Aengus asked, settling comfortably on the grassy ground.

The salty scent of the ocean mixed with the refreshing smell of nature, and the warmth of the rising sun made the setting exceptionally serene. His gaze drifted to the rolling waves, their surfaces sparkling as they caught the morning rays.

Amarian hesitated, her hands tightening slightly around Lyra. Yet, she couldn\'t bring herself to refuse her savior\'s request.

"I… I suppose I owe you that much," she said softly.

"There\'s not much to say, actually. I came into contact with a demon recently by accident when they were sneaking into the Holy City. That\'s when a few paladins spotted me with the demons and accused me of colluding with them, wrongly and without any evidence... Fortunately, my daughter was away at that time," she said calmly, her gaze fixed on his back.

Aengus, although was not looking directly at her, listened intently. He didn\'t need to see her face or body language to sense the deception in her words. Her act was nearly flawless, but the slight irregularities in her tone and heartbeat betrayed her. She was hiding something, and it only fueled his curiosity further.

"I see," he responded nonchalantly, giving no indication that he\'d caught her lie. "That\'s quite unfortunate. People can be so quick to judge when fear blinds them."

"Anyway, what about your husband?" he pressed on.

"Oh, he... he died a long time ago in a mining accident," she answered in melancholy.

"But, Mother… Father came home that ni—"

Lyra was about to finish her sentence, but Amarian hurriedly blocked her, not letting her continue to speak.

Aengus, with his sharp hearing, didn\'t miss her words.

"What were you saying, Lyra? Let her finish it," Aengus said gently, turning back.

"Lord, there\'s nothing else. She has the habit of talking nonsense," Amarian cut him off.

Aengus frowned. "How long are you going to keep lying, woman? Is this how you repay your savior? Feeding me lies?" he questioned coldly.

Aengus started to use guilt trap to gradually make her reveal everything. He understood that forceful methods or even soul-searching wouldn\'t work on this woman to reveal the truth properly. Otherwise, the Cathedral would have long known the secret through soul-searching.

Why else would they have kept her alive that long? They were probably still trying to extract something important from her but had failed so far.

As for Lyra, she had been told not to come for her mother unless she was strong enough. Lyra had told him this herself.

The matter of the execution must have been a trap to capture Lyra and exploit her weakness.

The situation was becoming increasingly mysterious, and his instincts were telling him that uncovering the secret would be worthwhile.