I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills Chapter 98

[EP.98] Woah, didn’t you notice this?

Astria Stigma Freeman.

She’s been in a very interesting state lately.

This is because the direct lineage of Valheim, whom I had only heard of, was staying in the temple.

‘I never thought that man was a direct descendant of Valheim.’

What is Valheim?

A family of heroes said to be the strongest in the world.

Their reputation is incalculable, and everyone in the world bows their head when they mention Valheim.

A direct descendant of that family is currently receiving treatment at the temple.

For Astria, who was lamenting about being in a cage, this was a source of great interest.

‘Still, I have to endure it.’

The first thing a patient should see is their family.

When I heard from Seirang, he said that the pretty girl with white hair was his fiancée.

Anyone who saw them crying that much could not help but say that their relationship was deep.

‘It’s an engagement.’

Astria quietly looked out the window.

Outside the temple, I saw a couple walking hand in hand.

It was something he could not enjoy for the rest of his life.

If a saint had become a lover with someone, her limbs would have been immediately cut off for blasphemy.

‘I was thinking like a child.’

A girl who is only 14 years old this year.

Nevertheless, she is a saint who must be more mature and sacred than anyone else.

That was Astria.

“Saint.”

At that moment, Diona, the paladin in charge of her guard, called her.

“It is said that Lord Krashu Valheim has woken up.”

Currently, Valheim’s presence in the Holy Kingdom is a top secret.

The reason is that Valheim directly requested silence.

The Holy Kingdom was also willing to cooperate.

There is no reason to cheat with Valheim.

“How is your condition?”

“It seems fine.”

“Well, whose skill was that?”

She smiled brightly, revealing a heart that was not appropriate for a 14-year-old.

“What’s wrong with going to see your face?”

At the same time, Astria showed a hint of interest, and Diona reluctantly nodded.

“Yes, because I’m checking the patient’s recovery status.”

Who would doubt the saint’s ability to recover?

Diona, who secretly wanted her to live more freely, agreed.

“As expected, this is why I like Diona so much.”

After hearing those words, Astria quickly got up from her chair and hugged Diona.

Looking at Astria like that, Diona smiled with pride.

This is because Diona, who had been with Astria all her life since she was young, was like a parent to Astria, who had no parents.

And it was the same for Diona.

“I don’t think it would be rude to ask about this and that. I’m looking forward to it.”

Since he is a direct descendant of Valheim, what kind of heroic life did he live?

Astria, who has lived her entire life trapped in the Holy Kingdom, is in the dark about stories of the world.

So, with high expectations, she went to the room where Krasch was resting.

“Master Crashu went out to train.”

The moment she arrived at the room, she blinked when she heard the words of the loud-mouthed attendant who had been assigned to Krashu’s room.

When I entered the room, I saw that she was cleaning alone, so I was suspicious.

I couldn’t have imagined that he would have gone to training in the meantime.

“You train as soon as you wake up?”

Obviously, there was nothing he couldn’t do to train as he had completely recovered his body himself.

However, no matter how physically I recovered, my mental fatigue did not go away.

‘The memory of fainting from the pain must still remain in my body.’

Even though they were completely cured, there were countless people who complained of mental pain.

That’s why Astria often bestowed the blessing of being able to take mental care of those in severe condition.

Although it is not a very effective blessing, people quickly recovered with just that.

And of all the people Astria had seen, Krashu was one of the few who suffered from severe pain.

Worst of all, Astria, who always maintained her composure in front of patients, would have frowned.

‘But it’s still training.’

Indeed, should it be considered Valheim?

“Where is the training location?”

“It is said that they are using a private room among the training halls that Paladins frequently use.”

They say they want to hide their identity, but they are quite active.

“Thank you. Ella, have a good day today.”

The attendants made the sign of the cross and were happy for Astria, who kindly called her name.

Leaving her behind, Astria took a long stride.

I wonder what kind of person he is, so he starts training as soon as he wakes up.

‘I heard he’s definitely the same age as me.’

At the age of 14, he faced off against an 8-star eroded species.

I wondered what kind of place Valheim was where people like that were born.

That’s how we arrived at the Holy Knight training ground, in front of the private room.

There was only one open training ground.

The private room of the Paladin Training Center is where the Paladins go to train their inner selves.

It was a very easy place to concentrate as it was surrounded by walls on all sides.

I wondered why the private room door was opened and used, but soon realized.

This is because the intense heat rising from inside the door heated her pale skin.

With this heat, if the door had been closed, the wall would have melted due to the heat.

‘This.’

Black flames burning pitch black.

It was clearly a flame created by a curse.

And from Astria’s point of view in dealing with divine power, it was an extremely unpleasant power.

When she looked up through the black flames, there was a boy there.

A boy with sweat dripping down his forehead and black flames scattering on the golden blade of his sword.

Black hair mixed with blue was flying.

At the same time, a sharp-looking face stood out beneath it.

She was staring blankly at the beads of sweat running down her cheeks and soon came to her senses.

‘You look handsome again.’

I thought that way even when I was asleep.

Because his eyes are so serious in the black flames, my gaze follows him without thinking.

Did he like a face with a sharp expression?

Until now, I’ve seen a few paladins whispering to their attendants about how handsome they are.

I just feel like it looks good.

She didn’t really have any special feelings when she saw them.

In the first place, if the skin on your face is torn or burned, the inside is the same regardless of whether you are handsome or not.

Since she lived as a saint and saw many injured people, she thought she didn’t care about appearances.

‘But I was mistaken.’

You definitely look at your appearance.

Just like girls of the same age.

The fact that I can’t take my eyes off Krasch even now is proof of that.

In the meantime, the black flames slowly began to subside.

It was because Krasch had completed his training.

The moment he turned his head, wiping sweat from his hands, his eyes met Astria’s.

Then, for some reason, Astria avoided her eyes.

This was because it was difficult to face a man with a sweaty taste.

“Astria?”

Did you like the voice as well?

Astria cleared her throat once as if coming to her senses.

She is a saint.

Whatever his taste, he visited the Holy Kingdom as a patient.

Does someone who became a saint have personal feelings for someone like that?

She regained her saintly appearance once again.

“I didn’t expect you to come to the training ground as soon as you woke up. How are you feeling?”

She spoke with a kind smile.

Then, for some reason, Crashu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Astria flinched because it seemed as if she had met someone unpleasant.

No matter how hard I tried to maintain my appearance as a saint, it still hurt to be looked at like that by a man I liked.

‘Am I unpleasant to look at?’

While Astria was groping her face, Krashu opened his mouth.

“Yes, thanks to you, I made a full recovery.”

It’s about training at the training ground.

The word “complete recovery” was truly appropriate.

But as soon as she saw Krasch, something bothered her.

“Is it okay if I ask you one thing?”

“Let’s ask.”

“The curse in your body, why does it feel stronger than when I treated it?”

Astria had always been concerned about that.

Why on earth does he have such a curse in his body?

Judging from his training a little while ago, he was dealing with curses.

So, when Astria asked a question, Krashu only smiled slightly.

When Astria saw that and tilted her head.

She noticed his reaction.

“…What is the answer?”

So, when I asked the question, Krasch laughed and continued.

“You said you would listen, but you didn’t say you would answer.”

Astria saw one thing and realized one thing.

Clearly, his face is his own taste.

‘It’s not cheap.’

But personality is definitely not.

Feeling angry for no reason, she struggled to keep smiling.

“I see. There are many things that are difficult to answer for anyone.”

“Then may I ask you a question this time?”

Astria’s lips slightly protruded.

“Even though I can’t answer?”

“it’s okay.”

And then he opened his mouth with a suspicious smile.

“Why don’t you two go on a date?”

The moment the words came out of him, Astria froze.

Because it was truly an unexpected story.

‘A date?’

She pursed her lips with blank eyes.

Anyway, Crasch leisurely organized his clothes.

“Oh, of course, wash yourself thoroughly.”

He is a man who is not cheap and is completely self-indulgent.

He is a man who even has a fiancé.

I can’t believe a person like that would say the word “date” to a woman he was living with.

And that too for a saint.

There is no motherf*cker worse than this.

Her mind, which normally would have thought quickly, was so confused that she couldn’t think properly.

“Um, I’m a saint?”

Was it even possible to go on a date with a saint?

Surprisingly, Diona, who followed behind, was also looking at Krashu with an absurd expression.

But Krasch once again shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s no problem. We can talk about what’s going on in the world and go on a date.”

It seemed like she didn’t care at all that she was a saint.

Astria rolled her eyes back and forth.

Then, when she made eye contact with Krasch again, she quickly turned her head.

“Lord Crash Valheim….”

The moment Diona saw that and was about to say that the joke was going too far.

“That’s right. I’m also curious about what’s going on in the world.”

Astria immediately agreed.

When Diona looked at her with a surprised expression, Astria tried to hide her red ears with the side of her hair.

“Someone of Valheim’s direct lineage wouldn’t be rude, right?”

“I’ll also give you Valheim’s name.”

Before Diona could stop him, the date was already concluded.

Diona looked at her with an embarrassed expression, but Astria quickly turned her body back.

“I’ll be in my room, so come when you’re ready.”

She kept her expression as calm as possible and walked away.

Diona, who saw that, glanced at Krashu, then sighed and followed Astria.

I was still wondering what the capricious saintly woman had in mind.

* * *

While Astria left.

Krasch exhaled briefly.

Fortunately, Astria noticed and suggested that the two of them have a chat.

Someone who was a direct descendant of Valheim was being rude and even blurted out the word “date.”

Of course, she would have noticed something strange in the conversation just a moment ago.

‘He’s always been a quick-witted guy.’

Her behavior was clearly strange, and Astria must have noticed that there was a reason.

So, she probably took the date offer to mean that she also had something to talk about alone.

During the Sky Generation, it was myself and Astria who were always in the rear.

Even if I didn’t know anything else, I was confident that Crashu knew Astria well.

‘In the first place, when that guy had important conversations, he often used it against me.’

“Why don’t you go on a date with me?”

Words a saint would never say.

What he meant was that the two of us should have a talk.

In fact, when I followed Astria out, she would tell me important stories related to the generation of the firmament and the world.

He said he would like to hear Krasch’s opinion.

Of course, it was later revealed that she actually asked me out on a date.

At least, that’s not the case now, as something happened with the Sky Generation and I started to feel bad about him.

‘Because when we first met, he didn’t like me that much.’

When we first met.

Astria started tickling whenever she saw Krashu.

What’s worse, whenever she made eye contact with Krasch, she would turn her head to avoid him, as if she didn’t want to meet him.

And it wasn’t much different this time either.

Today as well, Astria, who made eye contact as she came out of the training ground, immediately turned her head.

‘What did you say? Did you say that you hate my face?’

When I asked Astria why she always avoided making people feel bad, I remembered the answer she gave.

Appearance varies depending on one’s values.

So I thought Krasch would do the same.

Of course, even if you don’t like someone, you often start liking them when you’re around them.

In particular, Crasch knew well that this tendency would become worse if we crossed the diagonal line together.

That’s right, because there were more than one group of people from the generation of the firmament that had a crush on each other.

Therefore, Astria, a saint, had inadvertently harbored such feelings.

Since they were both always in the rear, it was he who spent the most time next to her.

And what that means is that the current Astria probably doesn’t like him very much.

Plus, I must have hated it even more because I was covered in sweat from training.

Because I was so angry that my face turned bright red every time, telling me to please dress properly and wash up.

So I added that I would take a shower and come back.

“I agreed, so it’s okay.”

I have no desire to have a bad relationship with her.

I owed her a great deal, and considering her abilities, it was worth rebuilding our relationship.

‘We can talk about the fake saint case this time. He’s a guy who can do well on his own if you just give him a hint.’

That was the moment when Crasch thought so and was about to take a shower and change his clothes before talking to her.

The corner entrance to the training ground.

A pure white hair appeared.

It was the hair of a girl staring at him.

When Krasch saw that, he involuntarily stiffened.

“Crash, have you trained?”

But after hearing what I heard, I was briefly relieved.

While Bianca, who was exhausted from crying, was asleep, Crashu came out for training to check on her fate without her knowledge.

Although this would also make Bianca angry.

It wasn’t like the conversation with Astria.

Of course it was all a misunderstanding.

However, contrary to Krasch’s relief, Bianca’s eyes turned cold for the first time.

“And a date with a saint?”

Ah, you heard everything.

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