"I am not a savior," I said, my voice echoing slightly in the empty, freezing room. "And I am definitely not a Nine-Tailed Fox."
I looked at Lord Bastion, trying to keep my expression neutral. Inside, my gamer brain was screaming. I have zero magic. I can't even light a stove without a mana-stone.
"I'm just a nanny with a weird birth defect," I insisted, gesturing to my lack of a tail. "I can't use Divine Magic. I can't even use regular magic."
Bastion stared at me for a long moment, the frantic hope in his eyes dimming slightly, replaced by a heavy resignation. He slumped back against the mantle.
"Perhaps," he murmured. "Or perhaps the power is simply dormant. Regardless... it is a lead. The only one we have."
"I'll look into it," I promised, though I felt like I was lying. "But right now, we have an immediate problem. The Void is still out there. And I know... someone else who is infected."
Bastion stiffened. "Another victim?"
