The golden light show finally started to dial down.
The radiant energy retreated from the cot, shrinking right back into the smoldering incense sticks still gripped in the priestess's hands.
The massive martial meathead no longer twitched. His chest rose and fell in a slow, peaceful rhythm.
[Guess my biological cocktail had completely knocked his ass out… That came out wrong…]
The priestess lowered her hands and planted the smoldering incense sticks into a small stand beside the bed. Then, she slowly turned around, and her warm brown eyes locked onto my face, rapidly narrowing into a glare sharp enough to shave with.
"You are clearly not a Tier 1…" she stated, completely dropping her previous bedside manner. "I am Priestess Mizuki, Vice-Leader of Iron Vanguard. And we explicitly requested an F-Rank Tier 1 for this specific security detail."
I immediately took a step backward, throwing both of my hands up in a classic, non-threatening surrender gesture.
