Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach could somewhat see his surroundings, but he wasn't far from being functionally blind. But before he could find a solution to that, he had to ask,

"...What happened?" His voice was a little unsteady.

The maids exchanged looks, silently agreeing on who would answer Zach's question.

"You looked at that person with your Eyes of Truth, Master," Mandra answered. It had happened due to the skill he got from her contract, after all. It made sense for her to answer. Since she had a similar ability, she also felt partially responsible. Maybe if she had told Zach more about the skill's possible effects, this wouldn't have happened.

It had been too sudden. From what she had heard from the others and Zach himself, first learning to activate his skills never came easy.

Blessed Defense had activated when he perceived a threat to his life. Material Extraction took a lot of trial and error and a lot of advice from Alzara. Transcension still hadn't shown itself. Zach didn't even know how to begin trying to activate that one. It was only natural that Eyes of Truth would be the same.

But that was not the case.

Not only had he activated the skill with ease, he had done it subconsciously. While looking at the principal, his mind had wandered a little. He had been curious about the principal.

His skill decided to answer the questions he had for him. They unveiled part of the truth behind the principal's existence.

However, a mere glimpse at the surface of the principal's existence had been enough to boil Zach's eyes and fry his mind. The principal's existence was not something someone like Zach could handle looking at in its entirety.

It was like Zach had tried to get a closer look at the sun only to accidentally dip his whole head in it.

Zach frowned.

"How?" He asked after listening to Mandra's explanation.

"How could I sneak a peek into the principal?" He asked. Even if his Eyes of Truth were good, were they good enough to pierce the principal's passive veils and lay bare his existence?

"The Eyes of Truth suit you too well, Master," Mandra answered. "Your innate desire and curiosity about the truth of the world and the skill's functions resonated with each other. In an instant, you brought out the skill's full potential. It caught that person off guard, which let you see more than you were supposed to."

Zach sighed. He found it interesting that there was such a thing as a skill that was too suitable. Even now when his head and eyes were still hurting, he was once again eager to learn more about this world of summoning.

If there were skills that were too suitable, didn't that also mean there were skills that weren't suitable at all? What other kinds of skills existed? What decided what skill would be created when the contract was established? Was there a way to change the skill?

Zach closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. Just thinking about all of his newfound questions and things he wanted to learn made his eyes sting even harder.

He understood Mandra's words.

Eyes of Truth. A skill that sought to reveal the truth of all things the Eyes gazed upon.

Zacharia Evandiel. A man who wanted to unveil the secrets of summoning and whatever else caught his attention.

It was a match made in heaven. Or in hell, considering it had almost ruined his eyes the first time he used it. Zach even had a hunch that if it hadn't been for the world essence energy protecting and healing him, he would have been in serious trouble, maybe even permanently crippled or braindead from the overload of information that neither his eyes nor brain could handle.

But then again, without the world essence energy, he wouldn't have been able to summon Mandra and receive the skill in the first place.

"A blessing and a curse, huh…" Zach mused. He had a feeling that these Eyes of his would extend and change his path forward in the future. He didn't yet know whether it was a good or a bad change, but he was looking forward to it.

"I should probably wait a bit before using the Eyes of Truth again, right?"

"That seems wise, Master."

Zach sighed again.

Nora handed him a cloth chilled with cold water for him to place over his eyes.

"Are you alright, Young Master?" She asked.

Zach didn't know if it was because he had already adapted to being blind or if she was that worried, but he could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

"I've been worse. You've seen be be worse. This much is nothing at all. I'll manage. Still, thanks for worrying about me, Nora." Zach held out his hand.

"Who's worrying about you?" She said while grabbing his hand and holding it tight.

She had indeed seen Zach be in worse condition. That didn't mean she could ever get used to it. There was no way she could see Zach being rushed through the Academy at a speed that flipped the skirts of other students by his maids and the principal and be fine. There was no way she could see the bloodstains like someone had cut up his face and not worry.

In that regard, it was a good thing Zach couldn't see anything. If he could, he would have surely teased her for her red, puffy eyes and the dried streaks down her cheeks.

Nora didn't even know what was wrong with her. For some reason, it just felt like Zach was getting closer and closer to death with every incident he had. She couldn't explain it. It was just a bad premonition.

But if she voiced it, Zach would just tell her not to worry. And she had to admit it. It was a ridiculous worry.

Zach would put himself in more trouble than she liked. But if anyone could get out of it with their life intact, it would be Zach.

Nora squeezed Zach's hand harder, missing the warm drop splashing on the back of it.