Strongest Demigod System-Chapter 89: The Auric Fallen

Cleopatra took Azrael by the hand, and Azrael turned to see her smiling face. She pulled him along gently and tried to move him forward.

But Azrael stopped and easily pulled his hand away. Cleopatra frowned at his action, but she didn't say anything.

She kept going, and Azrael followed beside her as they walked amongst the other demigods.

The streets were paved with stone, and most of the shops in the alley had a Victorian-style design that made them look ancient.

Azrael wondered how long they had been doing business for.

Demigods have been in existence for the better part of a thousand years now, but the shops didn't seem like they were that old, so Azrael could only guess that they were created during the Renaissance era when the Victorian style was more rampant.

That was long before the demigods created Divine Academy or the Divine Enforcers.

Just how old are these traders?

The shops that Azrael was looking through all had a history that was much older than the modern era of demigods. The shops had been passed down from one generation of Auric Traders to the next, ensuring that all demigods were free to come and buy and sell however they wished there.

Although the Auric Traders were the main traders for artifacts, potions, and all other forms of products retrieved from the Null Zone, there were also many individuals who branched out from the Auric Traders, forming their own separate trading businesses that would allow them to net more profit from their sales.

These branches were known as the Auric Fallen, and they were regarded with mild hostility within the circles of True Auric Traders.

But the Auric Traders were businessmen by heart, so they still carried out their business transactions with the Fallen, even though they didn't like them.

Harold Sabastine was one of these Fallen Auric Traders.

His exit from the group was felt seriously because of how useful his ability to determine the value of any object was, even by the high standards of the Auric Traders.

Cleopatra led Azrael past various shops as they walked.

Potion shops that were filled with hundreds of multi-colored vials of random, mysterious liquids.

Artifact shops with row upon rows upon shelves of arcane and powerful-looking artifacts in many different shapes and sizes. Some of them were shaped like necklaces, others were shaped like staffs, and there were even some shoes displayed through the glass window.

A third shop had a much darker look about it. This shop was named "Den of the Arcane," and it held various talismans and sacrificial materials that didn't look like they were meant to be used by humans.

Eyeballs, fingers, tails, livers, and jars of blood. This shop had it all lined up in neat rows that were displayed for people to come and buy.

Azrael really wanted to go into that shop and find out what in the world those materials could be used for.

Were they for crafting potions in Alchemy? Or was it some sort of ritual shop that helped demigods surpass their mortal and divine limits using various forbidden techniques?

Azrael was unbelievably curious.

But he didn't have time to look through the shops since he was following Cleopatra, and she already had a destination in mind for them.

Cleopatra turned to look at Azrael as they walked, and Azrael asked her if there was an issue.

Cleopatra shook her head and laughed.

"You looked like a kid in a candy shop. I've never seen you smile this much before."

Azrael scowled, but he couldn't keep the scowl up for long before it melted away into a small smile.

Azrael asked a question.

"I thought you said we were going shopping for clothes. Why did you bring me here?"

Cleo slowly moved to interlace her hand with Azrael's own, and when she felt Azrael trying to pull his hand away again, she tightened her hold to make sure he couldn't let go.

Azrael frowned at her, and Cleopatra grinned coyly before speaking with that same teasing tone as always.

"You're acting like you don't like me bringing you here? Would you have preferred to just appear at the clothing store without passing all this?"

Azrael looked to the side and saw a shop that was named "Mortal Boost." Inside were various artifacts, necklaces, and pieces of clothing that demigods were browsing through.

Just from the name alone, Azrael guessed that it was a shop that sold items that could grant a demigod a boost in their mortal stats without them having to work for it.

No, Azrael would have definitely not preferred to just appear at the store. He couldn't be more grateful to Cleopatra for bringing him here.

This is what Azrael has always wanted.

Azrael loved the thrill of battle, yes.

But he also loved adventure.

He loved the feeling of not knowing what you were going to run into next. He loved the idea of finding great treasure in unknown places and using it to grow stronger.

When Azrael didn't have a God Aspect, the mere thought that he was not going to be able to do any of these things because he was a reject was what gave him the most grief.

Being subjected to a mundane existence without any chance of ever experiencing these wonders was the worst fate for a demigod as far as Azrael was concerned.

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There was a whole world out there; why would you allow yourself to grow too comfortable in one place for your whole life?

Go out and see the rest of the world, so that at the end of your life, you can claim to have actually lived.

That was what Azrael truly believed.

"We're here."

Cleopatra finally spoke after they had been walking for more than twenty minutes, and Azrael looked up at the large store that had a silhouette of a man and a woman in the middle of a delicate dance as its logo.

There was no name for the store, and Azrael just assumed that the store was so popular that it didn't need a name.

Stores like these usually gain popularity via word of mouth and recommendation rather than through their name.

The store door opened as they got near it, and inside, Azrael saw a single woman with a hand on her waist and another on her chin as she looked at a model standing on top of a small stool.

The woman had a measuring tape around her neck and a pair of scissors in her hand that she was currently using to tap her chin while humming.

The model on the stool was a tall, beautiful woman with an air of regality around her. She had blonde hair that had been braided up into a bun, and she was wearing a beautiful white gown that flowed out to the ground around her.

A wedding dress.

"Ah~ I give up. You are beautiful! So beautiful that it is impossible to make the dress any more beautiful! You're just perfect! What can I do about this?!"

The tailor suddenly started to exclaim in exasperation after a while, and the woman standing on the stool laughed and spoke with a smooth, delicate voice.

"Madam Flora, thank you, but I don't think my fiancé would like to see me in such simple clothes, especially on a day like that. Maybe you can add something more… eye-catching? A little flourish, perhaps? I'd like to impress him."

Madam Flora touched her chin once more before a figurative lightbulb appeared on her head, and she grabbed a piece of cloth from the side. The cloth began to move in her hand on its own accord, and it formed itself into a flower pattern before Flora reached out and grabbed another long cloth.