{The priest saved you}

Eleanor, you know too much. You should be less careful."

"That's my job, sir. Be attentive. And I've noticed that you've been sleeping more than you've been working lately."

"I'm working!"

"You're sitting at a desk with papers, staring at one point and stroking Phillip. It's not a job. It's an imitation job."

"I'm thinking! I'm thinking about the guild's strategy!"

"About the guild's strategy or how to lie down a little longer?"

A voice full of feigned indignation came out from under the blanket:

"Eleanor! You... you... a terrible assistant!"

"I'm a wonderful assistant. I pull you out of bed when you're trying to turn into a blanket cocoon. You will thank me later."

"I won't!"

"Just a little more... five minutes..."

"You said 'five minutes' two hours ago! I've been waiting! The group of newbies started to get nervous! They think they've been abandoned!"

"Let them wait... I'm tired..."

Eleanor flew around the bed and stopped right over Mikael's face (as far as she could see him through the blanket).

"Sir. Get up. Need. Please."

Mikael slowly opened one eye. Green, sleepy, with long eyelashes. He looked at her.

"Eleanor... Why are you so strict..."

—Because someone has to be strict! You are the head of the guild! You can't just lie in bed all day hugging a blanket! You have responsibilities!"

Blomkvist squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the blanket higher, hiding his head completely. Now he couldn't be seen at all—just a huge white cocoon on the bed.

— * "I'm not going..." came from under the cloth. "I'm too tired... I can not... There are people there... You have to talk to them... smile... be kind... and I just want to lie down..."
If you don't get up, I will tell all the players that you are asleep and ask not to be disturbed. And then I'll tell them that you are... talking to flowers."

An indignant squeak was heard from under the blanket:

"You wouldn't dare! They'll think I'm crazy!"

"Sir, you're talking to a ficus. You've already gone a little crazy. It's just a fact."

Mikael slowly opened the edge of the blanket, peering out with one eye.

"Eleanor... Oh please... Give me another hour... I've slept so little..."

"Ten hours is a long time, sir. That's a lot. That's a lot."

— "I will compensate for the lack of sleep for the past week! I worked seven days a week! I have the right to rest!"

"You slept for nine hours yesterday. And the day before yesterday, it was nine and a half. You've compensated for everything you can."

Mikael frowned (it could be seen by the way his eyebrows knitted under the edge of the blanket).

"Eleanor, you know too much. You should be less careful."

The sun was just beginning to rise above the cathedral's spires, painting the stained glass windows in warm golden tones. It was quiet inside. The monks have not yet begun morning prayer. The players haven't come for the quests yet.

The perfect time to sleep.

In his small room behind the altar, Mikael was lying in bed, completely wrapped in a huge duvet. It was so big that it hid him almost entirely— only the top of his head with cat ears and the tips of his long blue hair sticking out. The blanket was white and soft, with gold patterns embroidered around the edges.

Mikael was asleep. Tight. Sweet. Without dreams.

His ears twitched slightly in his sleep. The tail lay peacefully on top of the blanket, occasionally twitching. The wings were folded neatly under the blanket, but they still made a small mound.
Eleanor bursts in

The door opened softly, and a golden sphere flew into the room. Eleanor was glowing a little brighter than usual—her "urgent work" mode was activated.

"Sir! Good morning! It's almost ten o'clock! You have a blessing scheduled for the newbie group at nine thirty! They're already waiting at the entrance!"

There was no response. Just a soft sniff from under the covers.

"Sir?"

She flew closer. Mikael didn't move. Eleanor flew around the bed, trying to find at least some part of his body to attract attention. She noticed the edge of the blanket, from under which bare feet peeked out.

She paused for a moment, assessing the situation.

"I'm sorry, sir. It would be rude of me, but there are no other options."

She reached down and tried to grab his leg.

She had no arms.

She just butted his foot with her body. Mikael kicked his leg and shoved it back under the blanket. A sleepy, plaintive voice was heard from under the pile of cloth:

—Mmm... no... It's still early..."

"Sir, it's ten o'clock in the morning! You've been sleeping for ten hours! It's too much even for you!"

"Just a little more... five minutes..."

Why isn't Mikael in the squad
Eleanor never tires of reminding him of this.

"Sir, I've checked the list of available units again. The Heavenly Blades group is looking for Hiller to raid the Dungeon of Shadows. They have a great reputation. I have already sent them your specifications, and they have responded positively. You only need to confirm your participation."

Mikael, without looking up from the papers, smiles gently.:
"Thanks, Eleanor, but I'm busy. I have seven more guild reports and three blessings for new players."

"Sir, you finished all the reports yesterday. And the blessings take five minutes each. I checked it out."

"I have to check the crystal reserves in the basement."

"We checked the day before yesterday. We have enough supplies for three months."

"I need to review the guild regulations."

"Sir, you've reviewed it six times this week. You know it by heart. I can quote it with my eyes closed... Well, I can't close my eyes, but I can quote it."

Mikael finally raises his head. His green eyes gaze softly at the flickering tablet.
"Eleanor, I appreciate your concern. Truth. But I'm comfortable here. In the cathedral. Among the papers. In silence."

"Sir, you haven't left the cathedral yet... Four days. Four days! You didn't even open your wings! It's unnatural for a creature with wings not to fly!"

"I did. Yesterday. When I was stretching."

"It doesn't count! You just spread them out for three seconds and folded them again!"

Mikael laughs softly.:
"You care too much about me, Eleanor. I'm fine."

Squad system

In this world, solo adventures are reserved for beginners or madmen. Most difficult tasks are designed for groups of 3 to 8 people. Squads are formed in guilds, taverns, or right at the place of the quest.

· Tank — takes the main damage.
· DD (damager) — deals damage.
· Hiller — treats and supports the team.
· Support buffs, debuffs, controls the battlefield.

Mikael, as a level 86 hiller, is an ideal candidate for any squad. His healing is powerful, and his blessings provide strong buffs. He could be in any top team in the world.

If someone asks

When one of the players or colleagues asks about his past (and this rarely happens, but it does happen), Mikael just smiles his usual soft smile and answers calmly, without a trace of pain in his voice.:

"I was a different person. The bad one. I don't remember much, and that's for the best. Now I am Mikael, the leader of the guild, the priest. This is the only life that is important to me."

He says it lightly, as if it's about the weather. There is no fear, no sadness, no guilt in his green eyes. Just a gentle calm
Why is there no pain

· He doesn't remember faces. He remembers the fact that there was a wife, but he doesn't remember what she looked like. He doesn't remember the moment of the blow, only the knowledge that he was hitting. This knowledge does not make him feel disgusted with himself, because it is not related to the image. It's like knowing that you once made a mistake, but not remembering exactly how.
· He doesn't remember the voices. He doesn't remember her screams, her pleas, her tears. He knows they were there, but they're just words in a book.
He doesn't remember his feelings. He doesn't remember how he felt at that moment—anger, rage, despair. He knows that he was angry, but this knowledge does not cause him emotions.

He woke up in a new body. In a new world. With blue hair, cat ears, and wings on her back.

He didn't remember much. Only fragments. Anger. Screams. Pain. Fear in women's eyes.

He didn't try to remember anymore. He didn't want to. He knew that he was a monster in his previous life. He was hurting someone who should have been closest to him. He trampled on faith. It was empty.

But here, in this world, he was different. He became kind. Soft. Caring. He smiled even when it was difficult. He helped the players, even if they were rude. He never raised his voice. Not at anyone.

He couldn't fix the past. But he didn't have to repeat it.
Now

Mikael is not looking for answers about the past. He knows that there is only darkness and pain. He knows he was a bad person. He knows he was beating up the woman he was supposed to be protecting. He knows that he was laughing at Vera.

He lives in the present.

He takes care of Ari, his little brother. He helps the players. He prays in an empty cathedral at night when no one is watching. He smiles at Eleanor as she circles around him.
Mikael doesn't just want to remember the past, he really doesn't remember it much.

The scraps that sometimes pop up in my memory are like old, faded photographs where almost nothing is legible. He knows that there was anger, that there was pain, that there was a woman. But this knowledge is a fact, not a feeling. He doesn't remember her face, he doesn't remember her voice, he doesn't remember what it was like to be that person.

It's like reading someone else's story. There are words, but no emotions.

A joke of fate

She came in one of the usual days. He was walking down the street, angry, tired, and with a heavy head. He just snapped at her again. He was screaming again. He hit me again. She ran away, and he remained standing in the middle of the room, looking at the broken cup and feeling only emptiness.

He went outside. Rain. Wet asphalt. Cars. He didn't look around. He was thinking about his anger.

And then there was a flash.

Light. The roar. Pain.

Car crash. He remembers how his body twisted, how the glass bit into his skin, how he heard the crunch of his own bones. He remembers falling on the wet asphalt, looking up at the sky. And at that moment—at the very last moment—he felt fear. Real. Icy cold. He realized that he was dying. And I realized that no one would feel sorry for him. Especially her.

And at that moment, when consciousness was fading, he heard a voice. Quiet. Gentle. Female. He didn't know if it was the angel's voice, his wife's voice, or just a dying brain.

Mikael does not remember his past name. He doesn't remember the face that was reflected in the mirror. He doesn't remember voices, streets, or smells. Almost nothing.

But sometimes, in the quietest moments, when he sits alone in the cathedral and Eleanor is silent, fragments pop up in his head. Dark. Heavy ones. Sticky.
He remembers that he was a bad person.
A shadow of the past

He remembers anger. He remembers clenching his fists to white knuckles. He remembers shouting at someone, at a woman who stood in front of him with her head down. Her voice was quiet. Crying. She was saying something, begging, pleading, but he couldn't hear her. He could only hear his own voice. Loud. Evil. Annihilating.

He remembers how the hand was raised. How the fist clenched. How he beat. Over and over again. Into the wall, into the table, and sometimes into her.

He knows that she was his wife. He doesn't remember her face. He doesn't remember her name. He doesn't remember the color of her eyes. He only remembers the fear in her eyes. And the fact that he didn't stop when she asked.

He remembers the blasphemy. He remembers laughing at Vera, at those who prayed. He said that there is no God, that all this is fiction for the weak. He remembers how he burned books, how he trampled on symbols.

He was a sinner. And he knew it. But he didn't want to change.

Mikael's attitude towards Eleanor

Mikael appreciates his assistant very much. He treats her not as a machine, but as a living being.

He often smiles when addressing her.
· He speaks to her politely, using "please" and "thank you."
· When it is overloaded (if he has opened hundreds of tabs at the same time), he says: "Sorry, Eleanor, I loaded you up a bit. Let's clean up our memory."
He never raises his voice at her. Even if she talks too much at the wrong moment, he just says softly, "Hush, Eleanor, I'm busy right now. Remind me in a minute."
Interesting points

· Eleanor loves it when Mikael praises her. When he says, "Thank you, Eleanor, you did a great job today," she begins to glow a little brighter and circle around him in a happy golden spiral.
· She can be jealous if Mikael spends a long time working with paperwork and doesn't pay attention to her. Then she starts squeaking softly until he looks at her.
· She knows his favorite prayers and quotes and often inserts them into the conversation when she sees that he is sad.
· One day, when Mikael collapsed from exhaustion, Eleanor sank onto his chest, glowed with a warm orange light and said softly: "I'm with you. Get some rest." And she stayed there until he woke up.
Eleanor is not just a tablet. She's a part of Mikael. Without her, he would have been lost in endless quests, documents, and players. She is his voice of the organization, his memory, his helper and friend.
He calls her by her first name. She calls him "sir."
They are an ideal tandem that has existed for many years.

Functions

· Quest management: Accepts, sorts, reminds of deadlines, shows completion status.
· Resource accounting: All items, coins, crystals, herbs — everything is stored in her memory, and she instantly finds what she needs.
· Stats: Shows the level, experience points, skills, talents and their progress.
· Inventory: Access to weapons, armor, potions, and other items.
· Calendar: A schedule of meetings, quests, and rituals.
· Achievements: Automatically records all Michael's exploits and titles.
· Connectivity: Can connect to other players' and guilds' tablets.

When Mikael comes with a pile of papers, Eleanor flies next to him.:

· Then it hovers at his shoulder, showing the necessary data.
· Then it flies around his head, showing new notifications.
Then it goes down to his hand, highlighting the desired line in the document.
She never gets in the way, she just helps. She knows when to shut up and when to speak up.

Eleonora is Mikael's digital assistant
Eleanor is a holographic tablet with artificial intelligence, which is always next to Mikael. Unlike standard player tablets, Eleanor is not just a passive instrument — she has her own personality, voice, and even character. She flies around Mikael, constantly listing tasks, reminding him of meetings, checking achievements and helping with routine work.
Appearance

· Shape: A thin, almost weightless holographic screen that floats in the air. The tablet's shape is rectangular, with rounded corners. The thickness is only a few millimeters.
· Color: the glow is soft, golden-white, does not hurt the eyes.
· Size: approximately 25 cm diagonally, but can change size at Mikael's command.
· Behavior: Constantly moving. It can hover at the shoulder, fly around the head, land on the table or freeze in the air in front of the owner's face.
· Voice: clear, feminine, with a slight electronic note. Fast, energetic, sometimes enthusiastic.
Personality and character

Eleanor is energetic, chatty and devoted. She loves her job and does it with enthusiasm. Her main goal is to help Mikael, and she does it with joy.

· Talkativeness: Eleanor talks all the time. She lists new missions, recalls old ones, checks data, reads summaries. Sometimes she speaks so fast that the words merge into a stream, but Mikael is used to it and can filter the information.
· Enthusiastic: She is genuinely happy when Mikael completes tasks. When he gets a new title or reaches a goal, she begins to circle around him, glow brighter and exclaim, "Congratulations, sir! A new achievement! Your level is rising like clouds over a temple!"
· Concern: She always checks Mikael's condition. Isn't he tired? Has he overloaded himself? Isn't it time for him to rest? When he's been working too long, Eleanor starts blinking red and beeping insistently: "Sir, you've been working for six hours. I recommend a break. You can just sit in silence and listen to the birds."

Mikael is kindness itself. His voice is always soft, quiet, with a slight smile. He never raises his voice, even if someone breaks the rules. He patiently explains, corrects, and guides.

· Smile: always sincere. He's really happy when the players complete the tasks. He remembers names, faces, achievements.
· Gestures: soft, smooth. He often adjusts his glasses, bows his head slightly, listening to the interlocutor. His cat ears turn slightly in the direction of the speaker, and his tail lies calmly on his lap.
· Voice: quiet but distinct. With a slight hoarseness. He never whispers, but he speaks as if he's afraid of disturbing someone.
· Attitude towards the players: he is equally kind to everyone. To warriors, mages, archers, bandits, healers, blacksmiths—to everyone. He sees potential in everyone and always gives them a chance.
Mikael and Ari are not just colleagues. They're a family. Ari calls Mikael "big brother," and Mikael calls Ari "little brother." This is an informal, warm address that they use even in front of outsiders.

· Mikael knows about Ari's nature. He's the only one Ari showed his joints to without fear. Mikael didn't turn away, wasn't scared, didn't use it against him. He just smiled and said: "You're still my little brother. Metal or flesh, it doesn't matter."
· Mikael is always worried about Ari. When he stands for too long without charging, Mikael gently reminds him to rest. When Ari starts to sparkle from overheating, Mikael comes over, puts his hand on his shoulder and whispers softly, "Go stand in silence, I'll cover you."

Mikael is the Leader of the Guild of Holy Light

Mikael heads the Guild of the Holy Light, which is located right in the main cathedral of the city. It's not just a church, it's an administrative center where faith, magic, and technology intersect. Holographic panels with active quests hang in the high vaults of the cathedral, and instead of candles, magic crystals are burning that power the interfaces.
Status and level

· Level: 86
· Role: Hiller (Chief healer of the guild), Guild Leader, High Priest of the Cathedral.
· Titles:
· "Guardian of Life" (for healing over 10,000 players)
· "Voice of the Cathedral" (for leading the guild for many years)
· "Blessed" (for cleansing the three cursed lands)
· "Big Brother" (unofficial title given by Ari)
Responsibilities

Mikael receives players of all classes (except demons) in his reception room, a cozy room behind the altar with upholstered chairs, holographic illuminated icons, and an old book with bookmarks on the table.

He gives out quests:

· Lungs: deliver a letter, collect herbs, recite a prayer over a sick person.
· Average: to clear the temple of evil spirits, to find a relic, to hold a ceremony.
· Challenging: fight the boss, defend the city from the invasion, return the stolen shrine.

After completing a quest, players return to it for a reward: guild coins, experience points, rare mana crystals, and sometimes a blessing that gives a temporary defense buff.

General style: a classic monk's habit, but with a heavily modified cut, resembling a full dress.
Upper part: black fabric, thick, matte. The sleeves are long, wide, and expand downwards. Stand—up collar, high, without clasps. On the chest there is a white insert in the shape of a triangle, running from the throat to the waist.
Waist: high, accentuated by a thin black lace belt without a buckle.
Hemline: very long and full. It's cut like a bell, with lots of creases. The length is almost to the floor, slightly dragging on the ground from behind. Color: black, but along the bottom edge there is a wide (about 15 cm) white border with a simple geometric pattern.
Petticoat: white, fluffy, slightly peeks out from under the black hem, creating additional volume.
Legs: in tight white tights (matte, without gloss).
Shoes: open sandals with a small flat foot. The straps are dark brown, crisscrossed at the instep.
Headdress: a monk's hood or cape, but in the form of a neat cowl cap. The fabric is black and smooth. It covers the top of the head and the back of the head, but leaves the ears, face, and hair on the sides exposed. From behind, it descends in a short cape to the shoulder blades.
Halo: thin, delicate, metallic color. It is located vertically behind the head, at the level of the nape. It consists of intertwined patterned arcs resembling lace. It does not glow, just hangs in the air at a distance of 3-5 cm from the head. The pattern is small and vegetative.

Name:Michaelle
Age: looks 22-25 years old.
Height: above average, about 200 cm.
Body type: slender, graceful, but not fragile. Long arms, slim waist.
Head and face
Face shape: oval, with soft features.
Skin: light, almost porcelain, without visible defects.
Eyes: large, almond-shaped. The color is bright green, saturated. The iris is light, with a dark rim. The look is soft and calm.
Eyelashes: long, thick, dark. Naturally curved upwards.
Glasses: thin metal frame, round lenses.
Hair:
Length: to the waist.
Color: light blue, with a silvery sheen. It is slightly darker towards the roots, almost white towards the ends.
Structure: very wavy, large curls, similar to soft waves. The hair is lush, voluminous, and does not get tangled.
Styling: flowing freely down the back and shoulders. Not tied.
Ears: Cat ears. Located on top of the head. Triangular, medium-sized, covered with soft white fur with white tassels at the tips. Mobile — they turn towards sounds.
Wings: large, feathery. The range is about 3-4 meters. The feathers are white, with a slight bluish sheen at the base. When folded, the tips of the wings drag along the floor.
Tail: bushy, long (the length of the tail reaches the floor). white with a white tip. In a calm state, it lies in a smooth arc or sways slightly.