God Is A Game Designer 95 C94 The Orphanage

The generosity was causing a smile to grow across his face. It took him another second before he pulled his hand away and a laugh escaped his lips as he looked at his wife who seemed to smile at him.

"Forgive me for asking Nathan, but you look almost like a walking skeleton. You are asking me to serve in a town with a leader who looks like you have not had an excellent meal for some time.

Nathan continued to smile as he just let out a small chuckle himself, his hand slapping the great priest's shoulder as he began shaking his head.

"I have enough food to eat: I do not eat all too often anymore. It's like my curse when you get to my position. Life sometimes becomes oh so dull."

In return of his hand, Sevil moved to place his hand on Nathan's shoulder. Smiling with such a calm nature that even Nathan felt relieved by speaking to the man.

"Listen to Nathan; life is not always in our control. We have to take it as we receive it and make the best out of the situation."

Nathan listened, his smile growing as he closed his eyes as he began to nod. The words striking a chord with him as he just chuckled again.

"The more you speak, the more I want you in my town."

"Nathan now, do not say something that will make my wife misunderstand. Plus before I move anywhere, I must think of the children. They come first in my eyes and heart."

Sivil began to clean up the mess as he enjoyed the small conversation with the man, his wife taking the cups as she made her way into the side room to start washing the cups and set.

"If you genuinely feel this way then you should meet the children before you make any decisions. I will have demands based on them, and If you fail to meet any of them, I would have to decline."

Sivil stood near the kitchen area, his body turning to Nathan as he finished speaking. He took a moment to raise his hand to indicate Nathan should follow along as he began to walk towards the back of the church.

Nathan following along as he exited back into the direct sunlight, the sounds of the distant guards shouting commands. The back area filled with the shouts of children as this large s.p.a.ce nestled nicely between both buildings. One ma.s.sive stone wall on the northside blocking the way to the hole in the wall so no guards could see inside.

The east side had another stone wall to block off the streets making this area closed off from the outside world. The large two-story building near to the church is the location for the children to learn, sleep and even eat.

The evening was coming fast as the children continued to enjoy the few remaining minutes of sunlight. Dusk is one of the few periods that any of them could enjoy the blazing hot days without getting hurt.

The children ranged between the ages of 5 to 18, the older children helping out the caretakers while, the younger ones just continued to enjoy each moment as it pa.s.sed.

The races of each children being rather easy to see from a distance. The diversity less then one would expect in a fantasy style world. It was supposedly due to the geopolitical scape of the current times.

Humans, Elves of many subtypes like Wood Elves, Half-Elves, City Elves and other more half-blooded types. The lesser groups included Dark Elves, Dwarfs and even a few Gnomes. His eyes were catching a young girl staring at him.

The small human woman with eyes milky white with no pupils or iris. Clear as day that she saw nothing around her like an average person. She was looking directly at Nathan: her body turned in a way that made it easy to tell as well.

"Sevil, may I inquire about the young woman staring at me?"

Sevil turned as he let out a small chuckle, currently getting swarmed by a group of children. It took him a few moments before he noticed the girl, his smile fading as he nodded to Nathan.

"Her name is Matea Kiye. She was found wandering in the northern lands of the empire. Claimed to be a witch the poor child then became another victim, tossed into the Vortex."

It took Nathan a few moments, his eyes looking back to the poor girl who's eyes seemed to be lost to the powers that one should never have. It was a clear reminder of the problems the world still possessed and the many issues he had to resolve.

Matea stood at the small height of 4'11, human with black and white patchy hair giving her a strange appearance with parts of the hair sticking up in weird places. The eyes were cloudy and white with the hint of a purple hue below as to her natural eye colour. Her appearance was worse as she looked more Anemic then Nathan.

Sadly, the little girl only had Nathans attention for a brief moment as his eyes turned to the woman walking up to the girl while holding some bedsheets.

Standing tall at 6'2. Crimson hair that tumbled down her back in a wavey motion with her body type being close to thin and tall similar to an Elf. Human-like features and pale white skin as it was equal to Nathan. Silver white eyes that oozed power identical to Nathan when using his own power words. The most distinguished part being the pair of ma.s.sive two meter long wings on either end that seemed to flutter behind her. Strangely almost like no one else could even see them as she moved.

Her silver-white eyes were moving as she and Matea stared directly back at Nathan, the angel dropping the sheets to the floor as her mouth went wide as she took a step back in fear and surprised almost like seeing a ghost.

"N... Nathan. It cant be!"