Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 51: To the one and only! He had said Hello

The low crackling sound of burning wood filled the environment. The surroundings was warm and somewhat silent.

Moments passed, and slowly Oliver’s consciousness began to return to him, at first was his ears, as he heard the crackling, then murmuring.

This was strange.

Oliver reacted quickly opening his eyes to navigate the area, he got confused at what he immediately saw and panicked. Quickly sitting himself upright then turning to face the enigmatic being he laid his gaze on.

"Hey hey! What was that all about? You aren’t fully healed yet."

Oliver raised his brows, staring dazedly at the woman before him. Long pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering faintly in the firelight.

Her face was beautiful, strikingly so. She wore black joggers and a green long-sleeved shirt, both torn in places, as if she had only just walked out of battle.

Beside her were two other females.

One was dressed entirely in black. She was beautiful—no, more like adorable if one looked closely enough. But something about her wasn’t human.

Two pointed, furry ears twitched slightly atop her head, and a long wolf-like tail swayed lazily behind her.

The last woman was no different.

They were beast women.

Oliver grunted at that fact his gaze leaving the two beast woman and then landing back on the pink haired girl.

Oliver groaned at that, his gaze lingering briefly on the two beast women before shifting back to the pink-haired girl.

"Why is he looking like a fool? Are you sure he was the one that fought the knight?"

"Or maybe he lost his brain in the process! That would explain it."

Oliver remained silent, ignoring their comments. His gaze drifted downward, scanning his entire body. His wounds had closed, the gash in his arm had almost completely healed, the bruises had faded and all that remained as evidence of his injuries was the lingering pain that flared whenever he moved.

’They helped me... why?’

The pink-haired girl finally decided to speak, "we saved your life, or at least we saved your physical body." She leaned forward and smiled. "It’s crazy seeing someone that enters the game with their physical body. You must either be a powerful person of status... Or a big fool."

Oliver grunted, tilting his head slightly as a dull ache ran through his neck. Then he answered simply, "Big fool."

She giggled at this patting her leg softly, "do you still want to lie on my leg? Or now that you are awake you believe you are a big boy?"

No wonder Oliver felt so comfortable before he sat upright. It was all thanks to her soft pillow like thighs.

’Damn the comforting thighs.’

He shook his head in refusal, "I’m fine. No worries."

She lingered for a moment before nodding. "Well, okay. And if you’re searching for your cloak, it’s over there." She pointed toward a neatly folded pair of clothing placed close to the fire.

"Oh," Oliver muttered, glancing down only to realize he was completely naked. No wonder everything felt so bare.

Without hesitation, he dismissed the Cloak of Assassin, then summoned it back, letting it wrap around his entire being and shield his nakedness.

"Don’t worry, we didn’t sneak a peek!" one of the beast women said, laughing mischievously.

The other laughed as well, licking her lips slightly, while the pink-haired girl simply giggled.

"At least we can tell you it’s not small," she added awkwardly. "It’s quite my type, if you ask."

Oliver shook his head, feeling his skin crawl at their perverted comments. With a quiet sigh, he opened his status screen and checked his casualties.

[Blood Sucking Daggers have been destroyed permanently]

Oliver grumbled under his breath. This was something he had wanted to avoid. While some weapons could repair themselves after being destroyed, others did not have that ability.

Now he was down to his last set of daggers.

’Damn. Now I’m one weapon short.’

He dismissed the system for now, turning to the three girls, curiosity rising in him. He wanted to ask who they were? Why they had saved him? He had more questions but...

Before he could ask any, the pink haired girl leaned towards him, brushing off pink strands of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

"Hey!" she said with a bright, beautiful grin, her cheeks slightly red, her stunning blue eyes locked onto his.

For some reason, Oliver felt lighter.

Strangely so.

Still, he remained silent.

"We weren’t properly introduced." She turned and pointed at the beast women. "That is Sasha, and that’s Isolde."

As they were introduced, each of them waved at Oliver with playful, beautiful grins.

He returned the gesture with a lifeless stretch of his hand.

Then he turned back to the girl. "And you are?"

She smiled again, wider this time.

"I am the great! I am the mighty! I am the undying! Lady Eva Montclair!" she declared dramatically, throwing her hands into exaggerated gestures of superiority, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

But Oliver...

His breath caught in his throat.

His face instantly paled at the name he heard her say. His eyes sharpened, scanning her face more carefully. Her eyes, her hair, her expression. His breath hitched again.

How had he not remembered?

The name.

The hair.

The face.

The voice.

Everything.

It all made sense now.

Oliver’s chest rose in massive, uneven heaves. Whether it was because she was younger now, or because his mind had done everything it could to forget who she was... it didn’t matter.

That illusion was gone.

His hand rose to his chest as his heart pounded violently, so hard it felt like his ribcage might shatter under the force.

"Is something wrong? Did I miss a place to heal?" Eva asked, worry creeping into her voice as she knelt upright, stretching her hand toward him.

He pulled back before she could reach him, raising a hand to signal her to stop.

She did.

But she still looked worried.

Then slowly...

He lowered both hands.

He pulled down the hood of his cloak.

Then the mask.

Revealing his face.

And then he smiled.

Brightly... Falsely.

He grinned from ear to ear and finally spoke.

"I am okay, Eva Montclair."

To her, this was what she heard.

But to Oliver he had said...

’I am okay,’

’Nice to meet you... once again.’

’I have missed you.’

To the one and only woman he had ever truly loved...

He had said hello.