10 Mysterious Power

"What is going on?" Suddenly someone asked. Namara immediately turned in the direction of the sound and saw Xanda walking toward them.

"Namara, why are you here?" Xanda asked in surprise, she turned to look at Nera who was now wiping the blood on the corner of her lips.

"Nera, are you all right?"

Nera immediately grieved. She stood up with the help of friends in her group. "Are your eyes blind? I got hurt like this and you still ask if I'm okay?"

"Sorry. Namara didn't do it on purpose," said Xanda who apologized.

Of course, Namara felt unhappy and couldn't help thinking. How can Xanda apologize on her behalf? What for?

It was clear that the one who attacked first was Nera. Even she did not know why Nera could be injured. Could it be that Xanda had been helping her secretly?

"Never mind you who apologized, even if she's the one who apologized I still won't forgive her!" growled Nera. Her hatred for Namara is getting bigger.

"I don't care. Besides, I don't need your forgiveness," said Namara nonchalantly.

"Xanda, don't lower your pride to apologize to him. He doesn't deserve it," said Namara, who then pulled Xanda away from there.

"Just wait for you, Namara! You will know what is the result of making enmity with me!" shouted Nera, followed by her threat. Her hands were tightly clenched and her eyes glistened with hatred.

"Huh! Damn bitch!" If it weren't for Namara's strange power, Nera would have choked her to death.

***

Xanda pulled Namara into the room then closed the door tightly. She grabbed Namara's shoulders and sat her down on a chair.

"What happened?" Xanda asked seriously.

Namara looked at Xanda in surprise. "Aren't you the one who protected me from Nera's attack?" She thought the reason Xanda apologized to Nera was that that woman had hurt Nera to help her.

However, Xanda shook her head. "Don't joke around. Even if I helped you I wouldn't dare hurt Nera," Xanda blatantly argued.

"Then ...." Namara became even more confused. "Why did Nera get hurt?"

The two of them looked at each other with question marks on their minds. After a while, Xanda also asked, "Can't you learn any power?"

"Not."

"You can't even make low magic?" Xanda was still a little hesitant.

Namara shook her head and began to emphasize. "I'm flawed, Xanda. You can call it that."

This time it was Xanda's turn to shake her head. "There must be something you don't know about your body," she said confidently. She began to observe Namara closely before finally remembering one thing.

That tattoo!

Xanda suddenly tore Namara's clothes right on the left shoulder. Her sudden action made Namara surprised. She pushed Xanda's hand away.

"Xanda, what are you doing?!" Namara protested.

Xanda stared at Namara's black tattoo which was still intact and looked the same as the last time she saw her. Her forehead creased deeply as she considered the possibilities.

"It must be the tattoo," Xanda guessed.

"What tattoos? It's just an ordinary birthmark," argued Namara. She couldn't believe that guess. So far, she is sure that there is nothing out of the ordinary caused by her birthmark.

"Then who do you think will protect you? I told you there are no good people here," Xanda sarcastically. She was very sure of her guess. It must be the birthmark that protected Namara.

However, Namara still didn't believe it. She tried to touch her left shoulder and didn't feel anything fishy. "Nothing, Xanda. It's just your wild mind wishing for a miracle."

Xanda sat on the chair a little frustrated. A few moments later she let out a deep breath. "Fine. Think of it as just my ridiculous guess."

Namara nodded. She almost forgot her original purpose. "I was looking for you."

"Why?" Xanda asked.

"Can you get rid of the scar on my back? Eros doesn't like it."

Xanda was surprised to hear the narrative. "Did you just meet him?" Today she is busy with her own business so there is no idea that Eros came here and pulled Namara into the room.

"Yes. He came here and asked me to meet him in that room."

"What happened? Does he still have anger at you?" asked Xanda.

"I don't know. I thought beforehand I would succeed. However, after seeing the scars from the lashes on my back, he simply rejected me." Namara chuckled.

"So how? Can you help me?" asked Namara hopefully.

Xanda shook her head. "It's hard to say. However, I'll try," said Xanda who then turned Namara's body until her back. She again tore up Namara's clothes to reveal her back more freely.

"Xanda, Ilene will be angry if you find out you ruined my clothes," said Namara accompanied by a little joke.

"Just leave her. Besides, thin clothes like this are very easy to tear. Say you just got caught in the door," Xanda replied. Her hand now issued a sprinkling of small stars moving slowly on the surface of Namara's skin.

"Xanda," called Namara.

"Yes?"

It's quiet.

After a while then Namara asked, "You come from the clan of the Thousand Stars?"

Xanda's activities immediately stopped. She stared at Namara with an inexplicable expression. After a while, she shook her head. "Not."

"You can't lie to me, Xanda." Namara immediately turned around and saw Xanda's palm which was covered by a sprinkling of stars. It looks like a very beautiful little galaxy.

Xanda immediately hid her hands behind her body. She protested Namara's actions. "Didn't I ever say don't turn around when I'm healing you?!"

Namara chuckled. "Come on, Xanda. We both come from a foreign clan. Is that why you treat me well?"

Ever since Xanda healed the pain from the whip, Namara had already had a hunch.

On the continent of Saint Kingglen, the people who were good at healing or healing were mostly from the Thousand Star clan. They are known to have an innate ability to harness star energy to heal.

So Namara suspected Xanda was one of them. And after seeing Xanda's palms that were covered with sprinkles of stars, she became even more convinced, her guess was right.

Xanda took a deep breath. Someone already knows her identity which has been hidden for nearly two years. It turns out that Namara is a sensitive woman even though she doesn't have strong strength.

"Please don't say this to anyone," Xanda whispered.

"Don't worry. I'm not someone with a sloppy mouth," said Namara. She certainly knew how difficult it was for someone from another clan to live amid in the black wing clan cruelty.

However, Namara still didn't understand why Xanda risked herself living in this place. Including Ananme. Why did the two of them have to go undercover?

It would not be possible to hide one's identity without a reason. Surely they have a specific purpose.