Grace flopped onto her bed and pulled up her status screen. The glowing text floated in front of her face, visible only to her.
Grace Lightsinger
Bravery: 51/100
Compassion: 56/100
Love: 70/100
[Six months since I died. Six months since I stopped being a turnip farmer and became... kinda sorta Eternia, I guess.]
She scrolled through her skills, taking stock of everything.
「Blade of Eternia (Level 6)」 - Her light sword actually cut things now instead of just tickling demons. Progress!
「Soothing Hands (Level 5)」 - All those corrupted villagers had been good for something at least. Even if half of them tried to eat her face while she healed them.
「Golden Tongue (Level 4)」 - Grace's face went hot just reading this one. That skill had gotten a LOT of practice lately. A concerning amount. She could raise morale very, very easily now. At least, compared to when she started.
