Odyssey of the Blind God

There were multiple reasons why Miranda hadn't told Nial that she knew someone who belonged to the Heaven's Gates Organization.

However, the crucial fact was that she had simply forgotten about Kirlia Maverick.

They hadn't met for more than a decade and Miranda had been fully focused on her research of runic armaments and training Nial and Mathias.

That was why she had not thought of mentioning Kirlia Maverick even after Nial had spoken about the Heaven's Gates Organization.

But even if she would have recalled them, Miranda wouldn't have shared this information with them, knowing that Nial would become impatient again.

Miranda didn't want that to happen.

She wanted him to grow stronger before anything else!

However, Miranda doubted that Nial would be unable to pick up any information from today's Gier auction.

He would manage to get hold of some information that would help him in finding out more about the Heaven's Gates organization.

This was something Miranda knew but she couldn't change it, even if it might be better for him.

Smiling faintly at Kirlia Maverick, the middle-aged-looking woman, who had exceeded the age of 40 long ago, Miranda stretched out her hand to greet her old childhood friend.

"Long time no see."

Kirlia's short blonde hair was tied together at the back of her head and her sky blue eyes seemed to take a peek in the depth of her old friend's eyes for several seconds before she returned her smile.

"Long time no see."

Kirlia shook Miranda's hand happily. Meanwhile, Nial tried to perceive everything around them with his mana Sense as Mathias looked intently at Kirlia and the veiled woman behind her.

While Kirlia's appearance was that of a disciplined, yet also fierce woman, who had earned her respect on the battlefield, the veiled woman behind her looked as if she was a frail flower.

At first glance, Mathias felt his breath hitch just by looking at the veiled woman.

There was something weird about her that he could not quite put his finger on.

But even before he was able to deduce anything, he sensed that Nial who was next to him flinched.

Droplets of sweat trickled down Nial's temples and his expression had stiffened as his milky white and lifeless eyes stared in the direction of the veiled woman.

Mathias moved instinctively closer to Nial, his eyes filled with worry.

At that moment, Kirlia noticed that both Nial and Mathias' attention was on her disciple, which caused her to frown deeply.

"Miranda, we are friends, but I still don't like the way your disciples are gawking at mine. There is a reason for her to wear a veil. She feels uncomfortable with too much attention and doesn't like it if someone looks at her. So tell your disciples to behave!"

Kirlia started out in a calm tone but her voice grew stern by the time she reached the last line, making it seem like it was an order rather than a request.

Miranda realized this but she ignored it and turned her attention to her disciples.

While Mathias had long since turned his head to Nial because he was worried about his friend, Nial's lifeless eyes were still on the veiled woman.

He was sweating profusely and his entire body language expressed his confusion and doubt.

"How…" Nial mumbled blankly before he was dragged back to reality as Mathias shook him.

Shaking his head, Nial cleared his throat.

"What is going on?" He asked in confusion as he spread his Mana sense out evenly once again.

"I wanted to ask you that. What is going on with you?" Mathias blurted out while trying to keep his volume down.

By now, more than 10 powerhouses and a total of seven disciples had gathered near them.

All of them were interested in Kirlia, simply because she seemed to be the most important and prominent personality in the auction hall.

Nial's behavior came across as rude even if he was not able to see anything, to begin with.

However, Nial paid no heed to what others thought of him.

His Mana Sense returned to the veiled woman, whom he felt extremely weird about.

It was not his Odyssey seed telling him that something was weird about the woman behind Kirlia.

Rather, it was his own conclusion that made him feel as if he was missing out on something important.

"What is her hair and skin color?" Nial just asked in the most silent voice he could use.

He was aware that the powerhouses would still hear him if they wanted to but that was also not something Nial was worried about right now.

After all, his visualization of the veiled woman in front of him confused him extremely.

It was impossible for him to perceive everything behind the veil clearly. But what Nial could visualize perfectly was the body frame of the young woman.

She was younger than him, had a rather frail body if one were solely focused on her appearance and she felt extremely familiar to Nial.

"Her hair and skin color? What the hell…" Mathias mumbled, wanting to lecture Nial about being lewd at such an important event.

"Just answer me!" Nial growled silently while noticing that Miranda and a few others had turned their attention to him.

'What the hell is wrong with you, Nial??'

Nial was acting weirdly. That was uncommon, to put it simply. Thus, Miranda couldn't help but ignore everything else for a moment as she focused on listening to the whispered conversation between her disciples.

"Brownish-dark hair and extremely fair skin. Though, I cannot detect much because only her hands are visible."

Mathias was still confused, but Nial bit his lower lip in doubt while sensing the extremely strong mana fluctuations that came from the veiled woman.

"I'm really sorry if I interrupted anything, and I apologize for being rude, but…have you been to Katu in the past?"

Nial's sudden question was louder than expected. It was targeted at the veiled woman, who had yet to make a single sound. Until now, she had been quietly standing behind Kirlia Maverick, her master.

That was why the veiled woman didn't attract too much attention from the other powerhouses that had begun to surround Kirlia, Miranda, and so on.

However, Nial's sudden question did not only disrupt the flow of the parties in conversation but it also attracted lots of attention, to both Nial and the veiled woman.

But Nial couldn't help himself because his heart was beating wildly.

'Can it be her? I know exactly how all of them look when visualized…so she either looks extremely similar…or it's her…But then again…why would you ignore me right now, if you can see me?

Sabrina…is that you, or am I mistaking something?'

Nial was extremely nervous, feeling that he was jumping to conclusions hastily and that it was unlikely for his sister to stand in front of him all of a sudden.

After all, she was supposed to be ill, and not able to stand on her feet, breathe without an oxygen mask, let alone have awakened her origin. His thoughts made no sense, at all!

He had never sensed her mana fluctuations either, so he couldn't know if it was her for sure, either way. The woman's face was also covered by the veil. The veil even prevented him from using his Mana sense to visualize her face.

But then again, Nial knew what his sister had looked like. The visualization of his family was imprinted in his head, even more so about his sister, simply because she had not been an Original the last time he saw her.

Thus, the only way for him to know if the woman in front of him was his sister was to tell by her appearance, which was something he couldn't see, obviously.

She was terminally ill, unable to speak, move or do something Nial could use as an indicator to determine that he found his sister. This forced him to use his instincts and visualization as help.

While Nial was worried and anxious about the possibility of having found his younger sister, Kirlia Maverick frowned deeply.

Nial was a nobody to her but the question he asked made her interest perk up. Nonetheless, she felt angrier than amused about Nial's sudden intervention, which she clearly showed by releasing more of the power she had suppressed.

The pressure she released was terrifying for most Originals, including those with more than four Advanced Origin rings.

However, it was even worse if focused on a single individual, particularly someone who was at the Origin rank at that.

All of her pressure was directed at Nial who felt suffocated under it and slumped to the ground.

It pressed him tightly to the ground as if invisible ropes held him down and prevented him from breathing.

He couldn't move a single inch even if he wanted to. It was impossible for him to even say something as his face was shoved into the hard floor by the pressure that seemed to increase with time.

Only after moments that felt like eons had passed did the pressure decrease as Miranda stepped in front of him, blocking the majority of the pressure by taking it on by herself.

"I wish to apologize for my disciple's behavior. He is still young and I had yet to find time to teach him the proper etiquette while being around the higher families.

Please pardon him!"

Miranda was not sure why Kirlia was so aggravated by Nial's question, let alone why Nial had asked it in the first place.

However, she knew that she had to intervene, otherwise, things would get worse.

Nial might have made a mistake by asking a question, but for Kirlia to release the pressure of her entire strength on a young man, who had yet to reach the Prym rank was definitely too much.

If Nial's physique or mana core weren't stronger, Kirlia's pressure could have killed him!

"Miss Maverick, this boy is still green behind the ears. I believe he just wanted to break the ice with your beloved disciple because you are friends with his master. He looked so anxious. I don't believe he had bad intentions."

It was Hans, one of the youngest but also most promising powerhouses of mankind who commented. His long golden hair fluttered in the air as he approached their group.

He had witnessed what had happened and chose to intervene the moment he felt that the situation would escalate.

Even he was not sure why Kirlia had acted over the top but everyone was in a bad mood every now and then.

Thus, Hans had chosen to dirty his hands and help out the young brat. Otherwise, the Gier auction might end with the death of the young blind man and friends turning into enemies.

"Tch"

After hearing Hans, Kirlia retracted her strength, and the pressure that weighed on Nial disappeared. Kirlia was still angry but she knew that she had just overreacted.

This was a mistake from her side and she knew that it might attract suspicion about Nial's question.

'What a piece of work.' Kirlia thought while glaring at Nial, who was slowly getting up from the ground.

He was breathing heavily and giving his best to stay composed, which was quite difficult.

"It looks like I overdid it a little bit. I've been a little tense over the last few days. But it looks like your body is quite strong, so you'll be fine." Kirlia said without showing any emotions. Her words might sound like an apology to some if one twisted a few words and exchanged them with gentler words.

However, the emotions in her voice were non-existent, turning the 'genuine' apology into a joke.

"Nevertheless, my disciple has never been to Katu, so don't bother her anymore!"

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