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Multiple proficiency requirements fulfilled. [Idol Lv. 4] [Stage Fever Lv. 6] gained
“How are you feeling?” I said, holding up Tasianna’s right arm. Stitches could be seen connecting her upper arm with her slightly charred forearm. “Hopefully this doesn’t leave a scar… Sorry, I didn’t realize your arm was cut off.”
“Lady Hestia, please,” Tasianna placed her hand on my cheeks, gently pulling my face up. “Don’t be saddened. As your maid, seeing you crestfallen would be a great shame. It is just an arm. You couldn’t have known, and given the conditions Grimnir, Kyouya, and Tatsuya were in and you hadn’t cast your halo…”
I didn’t know what the hell happened. One moment, I was performing before my audience, carefree and fully believing in my companions when it came to defeating the demonkin and O’Bloom’s army, but in the next, my [Room] subspace warned me, its master, somebody unauthorized had entered it, somebody who made me freeze in place.
I stopped my performance, rushed over to a door, and tried to warn Saori and the others, but before I could do anything, they were sucked out of the subspace. Only Saori’s garm and Varya weren’t pulled out. Knowing the entrance of the labyrinth was the portal to Reajaen’s dungeon, I wanted to help them, but for some reason, I couldn’t.
The only answer was that the portal was either disabled or the [Room] runes were destroyed.
I canceled my concert, telling Duke Greenveil to handle things in my absence. Yorshka and the Magical Biscuits were in the Griffonpeak dungeon, going through Quests. We didn’t think we needed them since we were fully prepared, but I guess the enemy had a trump card to level the playing field.
After I exited the subspace, I blasted into the sky with my scale-dust boosters, leaving the snow wyverns and Mother behind. Once I made it past the mountain formation of Gleisvale’s Centipedeclaw, I transformed into my dragon form and used all my stored scale-dust to just rush, rush, rush!
Once the sight of Reajaen’s beastman village came into sight, I also felt a serious amount of mana in the area. Mostly, I felt electricity in the air and some serious cold. I didn't know what was happening, but if Tasianna and Saori were fighting seriously, then something was seriously awry.
As such, I needed to come up with a backup, something I could use if fighting wasn’t possible. And, that backup plan worked when I saw the demonkin. Level 150 and most of her profile was [Information Blocked]. She was aggressive and belligerent. Not a good combination. And I had no idea if I could stand up to her even with all my skills and spells.
Still, we managed to scare her off, but while the imminent threat was gone, my heart was still beating like a drum. Grimnir and Kyouya were on the verge of death, Tatsuya had taken a huge blow to his head, and the others had some sorta injury or mana issue.
I came in with [Sanctified Blaze: Halo of Consecration], intending to stabilize their wounds before feeding Grimnir a truckload of dragorade. [Arcane Fever (Major)] was not a joke. The last time I saw somebody with that abnormal effect, her limbs exploded. Thankfully, dwarves were quite sturdy, but I honestly thought Grimnir was turning into a grape with how purple he was.
The aftermath of their battle wasn’t really easy on my heart. Grimnir was dying, so I had to just overwhelm him with multiple [Sanctified Blaze] and even [Sacred Field] to keep him alive. Kyouya was literally cooked alive in his armor, with metal sticking to his skin; getting him out of it was not an easy task without damaging his body too much. And Tatsuya, well, I just hoped he didn’t get any brain damage from the fight.
I was scared. Relying on my allies? When this could happen? I didn't know what to think, really.
When Saori and Ellaine told me what happened, I was sorta happy they managed to stand up against the demonkin well enough, but honestly…
The students need more training.
It was the truth.
Major Heal.
I healed Tasianna’s arm before attaching her forearm back on, meaning the stump had closed up. That was not good. It meant a perfect, seamless recovery couldn’t be done. It also didn’t help that her severed limb was charred around the cutting area by the bitch demonkin’s lightning.
I had to slice Tasianna's stump back open, exposing the flesh and bones again. Fairies were being made out of mana, and while they couldn’t die from blood loss, losing a limb meant their maximum mana would be reduced. I didn’t know what would happen if she turned back into a fairy like this, so I had to stop her.
After the wound was opened, Saori helped out by stitching her arm back up. The charred parts were removed, but it also meant Tasianna would be left with a scar around her arm. Well, she would if her body was flesh and blood. I had no idea what it would do to a fairy.
Once the heal spell was cast, the flesh of the two arms began to grow out, attaching themselves back together. The bones reconnected and muscle fibers were formed. Once it was closed up with soft, pink skin, I let out a sigh of relief. There was a slight scar, but not noticeable enough to matter. The line was similar to the white stretch marks running down your waist.
“How does it feel?”
Tasianna moved her arm around, testing it by stretching and moving her fingers. “A bit… uncomfortable. I can’t move my arm as well as before.”
I nodded. “Try transforming back into a fairy. If you still have problems, then I probably messed up the healing of your nerves or blood vessels. I’ll fix you up later on.”
After Tasianna returned to her fairy form, it seemed like her arm was fixed. Magic and mana, people. [Humanize] probably corrected whatever was missing, making me wonder if that was the same for my dragon form. Then again, it didn’t fix my mana path problem, so it was inconsistent, to say the least.
With Tasianna fixed up, we walked through the emergency clinic I set up for everyone.
Quite a lot of dead… The Resurrection didn’t come out of this unscathed.
When I learned the [Room] runes were destroyed, I opened another entrance to the labyrinth, where we emptied it of all the corpses. The mercenaries were left to the onnikais, as they took their bodies as their share of the “spoils of war.” They probably would take over their bodies, I guessed.
The bodies of the Resurrection members, on the other hand, were given over to Reajean. Our foxian ally was actually hiding inside the dungeon all this time, inside the room where her son’s real body was. She was now going through the corpses, identifying them. Her son’s three puppets were also helping her, but I managed to see him taking glances at me and the others.
Hopefully this won’t end in violence.
My deal with Reajaen wasn’t fulfilled. Aurora was supposed to kill O’Bloom for her, as that was her primary objective and obsession. Yes, I heard Parilostro was the person who handed O’Bloom over, but that was for survival reasons. If Saori and the others hadn’t tried to negotiate with the demonkin Warbringer, there would have been more dead.
And some of those extra dead would have included my own friends.
“Hey.” I bent my knees next to a grape-skinned Grimnir, looking at me before laughing.
“Hahahah! Don’t look at me like that, lass. Makes a man feel sad when a girl looks at him with those eyes.” He tried to joke around despite being on the verge of death right at this moment. The only thing keeping him alive and not dying from [Arcane Fever] were my white flames.
“You know, you should be unconscious right now. Honestly, you taz dwarves are too hardy.” I shook my head, baffled at how he wasn’t sleeping. “Don’t you feel any pain?”
“Oooh, I am, lass. Even speaking with you right now hurts like shit! Bladdarg, I need a mug of mead right this moment.” I glared at him, causing him to laugh again. “Hmm, still, I meant it when you shouldn’t feel so bad. A battle is a battle, anything can happen. Dwarven men learn this fact early, since we have mandatory battle training since adolescence. Every tazong man is a warrior of some kind.”
“Oh? Not women, too? Since the System equalizes everything amongst gender.” I wondered a bit.
“Mhmm, dwarven society was a patriarchy before the rise of the Revolution Queen. Not only technological advancement, but also changes were made for our fairer half. I won’t bore you with the details, since I feel uncomfortable speaking about them to you, a lass, but some things have changed, others not so much. Don’t worry, when we visit the Ankoran-Nazta, you will feel welcomed, gahahahaha!”
You nearly died and you’re laughing as if you won…hiehie. I smiled as he laughed so heartily, unperturbed at what happened before.
However, it seemed I assessed his true thoughts a bit too soon.
“Still… a tazongn man should be able to protect our women. Arck, I know it makes no sense with you lasses being beyond the norm, but I certainly feel pretty pathetic as a member of Aurora. Hmm…” He then looked over at the unconscious Tatsuya and Kyouya. “I almost lost more people… I wonder what Broggi would think about how weak I am?”
“Aren’t you overthinking it, old man?” I turned my head around. Asaka stood behind me, holding back an anxious Daichi back, before releasing him.
“Shishou!” Daichi cried out as he ran up to Grimnir’s side. “Don’t die, Shishou! I still have so much to learn!”
“I ain’t dying you stupid apprentice! And I told you to stop calling me like that!” It seemed Grimnir would be keeping living considering how much energy he still had to bonk Daichi on his head.
“Kyouya-kun!” On the other hand, we had a more depressing moment on the other side with Haruka clenching Kyouya’s hand, almost in tears with him unconscious. “Hesti-chan, will Kyouya-kun be okay?”
I stood up and nodded. “Yeah. He had a ton of burns, but I managed to heal him up. Although, when he was burned, he had his armor on so some of the metal melted into his skin. I cut those out, but his armor is gone.”
“Shoulda made some time to make him a new armor set. As a blacksmith, I shouldn’t have listened to the lad’s insistence that some human-forged armor was ‘fine enough.’” Grimnir complained about his lack of action leading Kyouya to his current state.
“Master Grimnir, you shouldn’t be saying that.” More people were coming over, this time, it was Ellaine and Saori. When she heard Grimnir blaming himself, Ellaine reprimanded him. “I don’t think any of us expected to meet somebody at S rank strength this early. As a fellow artisan, you taught me we only have so much time to prepare everybody’s equipment.”
“But, after what happened to Griffonpeak, we should’ve been more careful. The demonkins managed to defeat the Griffon King, and then we even have the unknown powerhouse that was Eithalr.” Saori pointed out. “Hestia, what was your opinion on the Warbringer?”
I thought about it, having trouble since I didn’t have the opportunity to fight her. Compared to the demonkin I defeated, the ones who attacked us today were most likely the ones we would meet on a battlefield. An elite soldier in the fire demonkin of wrath and a party commander in the demonkin girl.
In comparison, the one I fought could be considered an assassin. He took Eshe and her knights out in an ambush. When we fought head-on, he stood no chance. Even if I didn’t have my controlled [Battle Frenzy] and the two god powers I borrowed, I was 100% sure I could have stomped him.
However, would I have defeated that Warbringer? I told everybody I didn’t know. I was still an early-mid leveled B rank dragon. I still haven’t mastered my scale manipulation nor did I think I knew the full extent of my triple-colored flames yet. I was still learning how to be like an [Obsidian Blaze Dragon] with [Volcanic Blaze].
“Our enemies are too strong.” Tasianna grabbed her right arm, looking into the sky’s horizon. “We were all struggling with a single Warbringer while Grimnir and Kyouya kept a Warbringer apprentice back. There are still two more Warbringers left, possibly stronger than the ‘Voltaic Red,’ before we can fight the prince of wrath. This isn’t even including the other princes of sin and their entourages, or even any allies they could bring.”
“Right, the Yanderu Eluseuse and the whole Church of the Edjurl are other factions we need to keep an eye out for,” Ellaine added while massaging her right shoulder, the spot where she was hit by the demonkin’s lighting rapier. “Not to mention, the Church of Aurena and the Empire should be our allies, but the chances are high they’ll be our enemies instead. If we cannot build up our own alliance, then chances of our victory are low.”
“Even then, we have to become stronger ourselves,” Saori stated before turning to Asaka. “Hey, Hanazawa-san—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ll be going to the Belzac forest after all of this. The summit with Artorias and their alliance is in AuthumnSun, right? Which means there are still three more months.”
Three more months until then, but with how much we exposed ourselves to those two demonkins, it might become difficult for us. If we weren’t already in their sights after Griffonpeak, then we were 100% now on their radars. They couldn’t overlook us now.
“Pardon.” Midway through our discussion, somebody interrupted us. When I turned around I was surprised to see Reajaen and her son had approached us. “… I would like to make alterations to our accord, Princess Hestia. Please, come with me.”
She looked me straight into the eyes. There I noticed the state of them, looking dull, almost as if she had accepted something inevitable reluctantly. If she wanted to make alterations to our deal, then it could only mean one thing.
“Sure.” I stood up and then used [Telepathy] to contact the wyvern twins scouting in the air to make sure the demonkins wouldn’t come back. [“Shay. Beth. Could you two make sure nothing happens in the camp? Well, in case, the Resurrection attack?”]
[““Of course, Your Highness.””]
“Haruka-san. Daichi-kun. Could you take care of everything here?” Saori turned to her two students, and they nodded.
“Emil!” Asaka called out to the onnikai necromancer, waving at him to come over before telling the rest of the onnikais to wait and make sure nothing happened.
“You better give us our vengeance, Miss! Free us!” Imila, the onnikai possessing the body of a young girl, pouted as she was told she couldn’t come with them. “Goddess Ilsaphone will look fondly over you! You will receive her blessing!”
Onnikais were faefolk born after a painful death. They lived their lives with a constant need to satisfy their urges for vengeance. I was already used to how they acted from my time with Kiiro.
After I reapplied [Sanctified Blaze] on Grimnir, all of us went down to the dungeon. Emil, the onnikai necromancer, called the dungeon simply a “basement” as he never really bothered to customize it. He didn’t care much about the dungeon core, so the dungeon was pretty lackluster and could be classified as a G rank one.
“A few days after they realized the dungeon was created, the ‘Master’ moved his primary body deep within it, down on the last floor. We tried to attack him once or twice, but the problem was that he kept a barrier around himself. Whenever I spawned a monster horde, his puppets would simply shoot them down. Level zero monsters aren’t very useful, you see,” Emil explained.
“Having your source of vengeance flaunted right before you all this time…” Tasianna commented, and Emil agreed with both of them glaring at Reajaen and Parilostro.
Both ignored it.
So they are fully committed to enacting their vengeance, huh? Tasianna…
It wasn’t my problem to worry about. I helped Tasianna find the person responsible for Princess Schuri’s death, and now I would only hope she can find some closure with this. Hopefully.
As the dungeon master, Emil was able to create a path directly to the dungeon core. However, Reajaen stopped him, telling us she wanted us to first meet with her son, her son's real body, before all of this would end.
Emil was a bit impatient, but none of us were against it. When Tasianna and Asaka said it was okay, Emil was persuaded and we made our way to the last floor. There, at the end of a hallway, was a thick stone door guarded by a mana barrier that I noticed after I activated [Mana Eyes].
Parilostro’s puppet opened it up for it, revealing a workshop with tables full of manatech machinery and potions. Multiple crates full of herbs were stored in the corner, looking very similar to the ones we sold Reajaen. When she noted my interest, she began to explain herself.
“Belzac herb recovery potions are very potent. However, you could also use the herbs in another concoction to alleviate and aid in the repair of mana paths. The recipe the prince of sloth taught me required multiple different ingredients found in the Empire, but acquiring them en masse is expensive. As such, I had to adapt the recipe.” She picked up a finished potion, shaking the liquid inside. “This is how we forcibly free slaves from their slave tattoos. It’s not perfect, since it requires an extensive amount of potions for a proper recovery, but… it’s hope in a bottle. Also—”
She then went over to a bed occupied by a foxian man. His eyes were closed and numerous tubes were attached to a contraption on his chest. It glowed blue like mana, making noises like clockwork. Another tube led to his mouth, which Reajaen used to pour the potion into the man’s mouth.
Looking closer, the face of the foxian was eerily similar to Parilostro’s puppets but the major difference between them was how malnourished the bed-ridden person looked. He was almost skin and bones. It looked like even a gentle breeze could break him.
Is this…?
“Let me properly introduce you to my son, members of Aurora. This is Parilostro Resclave.”
… How sad.
“And he is the reason for why I wish to alter our agreement, Princess Hestia. After all, you did not manage to kill Senator O’Bloom.”
I nodded. There was no need to argue here.
“As such, as a merchant, I am obligated by my values to not follow up on my end of the bargain. So—”
“Are you kidding me?!” Emil suddenly shouted, charging up to Reajaen in rage. But, before Parilostro could stop him, Saori had already dealt with it by casting [Dark Tendril] to tie him up. “Ark! Let me go! Thi-This is outrageous! Asaka! You promised us! You promised to release us! Do not go back on your word, Chosen of Goddess Death!”
There was clear desperation in his voice, almost sounding like he was begging us. However, against his expectations, Asaka snapped his forehead.
“Just listen, you dork.” Asaka grabbed his jaw and dragged his face back to Reajaen, making sure he wasn’t speaking with her grip.
“So,” she continued from where she was interrupted. “I would like us to change the conditions. Princess Hestia, you are a Champion of Aurena, the Goddess of Light and Miracles. I ask of you for a miracle — to heal my son of his plight.”
“What about the mantech heart?” I pulled out the artificial heart from my storage.
“Yes, it would probably be best to use it after all the sweat and blood we poured into its creation, but… my instincts tell me you probably wouldn’t like me to keep the demonic object we stole from Senator O’Bloom. I stole it not only to irritate him, but also since it's required to use the manatech heart.”
Parilostro then pointed at the contraption on his real body’s cheat. “The reason why I am considered a demonkin contractor is due to this machinery. The Prince of Sloth placed a catalyst inside it with his mana and blood. With it, I can control my puppets through my mind after infusing them with my own blood. Over the years, not only my heart but also this catalyst have deteriorated.”
“And you most likely need more demonkin power for it, right?” Ellaine figured using her knowledge of demon blood to use. “But, is that demonic object also made using a demonkin of sloth’s mana? If not, then you won’t be able to fuel it and keep using your puppets.”
“I see you understand it better than we did, demonkin contractor,” Parilostro shot back, prompting Ellaine to smile wryly. “But, you most likely are correct. When we created it, we didn’t think of this scenario. We thought any demonkin blood would be viable, but after acquiring some through the black market, we noticed it wasn’t.”
“But, it was still worth it for us. Even if Pariostro lost control of his puppets, it was worth it if he could finally live like a normal foxian. I was ready to pay any price for it but…” Reajaen shook her head. “I know when I am outmatched. I am a merchant, not a fighter. I weigh risks with rewards. I thought of betraying you for a final gambit, but if I did, there would be nothing left for us. I spoke with my son. I am ready to lay my life forward for my sins, but in return, I ask of you to free my son and also hunt down that bastard O’Bloom!”
I saw the Resclaves’ conviction. A son not wanting his mother to die but understanding there is no other way out, and a mother who is willing to sin and taint her soul to give her child a chance for a proper life. It pulled on my heartstrings.
“That last part is a given. Don’t worry about that, I won't go back on my word. An agreement can be considered a promise, so rest easy, I will always try my best to fulfill my promises!” I had no intention of abandoning her wish like this, especially since O’Bloom will be a target in the future as a member of the Church of the Edjurl. “Does your son still have his original heart?”
She nodded. There were pieces of manatech on it, meaning it was 50% machinery since it needed to be attached to the chest contraption.
In other words, there was only one thing left to do.
“18,” I stated, confusing both of them. “I need 18 more ‘fans.’ Then, I shall show you a miracle from the Goddess herself.”
“ ‘Fans?’ Do you want us to swear fealty to you, Princess Hestia?” Reajaen asked, confused, but still bent the knee. “Then so be it. May it be the Goddess or even the demons, I would accept any of them.”
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Total follower count updated. Total follower of [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]:9983
That was quick.
“If it is to save the young master, then we shall follow the mistress.” From behind us, multiple members of the Resurrection appeared, shocking Reajaen and Parilostro. I noticed them following us into the dungeon, but I really have to ask what they said to persuade Shay and Beth. “Our lives, although meager, will be yours, Princess Hestia. Please, we beg of you, save Master Parilostro!”
17 beastmen has become your follower
Total follower count updated. Total follower of [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]:10000
Follower amount requirement fulfilled. [Miraculous Grace] requirement fulfilled
Milestone reward gained: [The Light] spell [Miraculous Grace]. Next Milestone unlocked: 50000: An improved solar core
Solar core, nice, but how the hell was that exactly 10000 followers?!
“Hold on, you all—” Reajaen tried to stop her followers, although it was too late at this point, but her Resurrection members interrupted her.
“Mistress Reajaen, we understand the situation. If today is the last day we will serve you, then we shall do it until the very end. You saved our lives when we had no way out. You gave us the training to survive. Our lives are connected to yours. Those who fell today did it knowing it might be their last.” They turned towards me, kneeling down. “Please, save Master Parilostro!”
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“… So be it.” I went over to the bed, asking Reajaen and Parilostro to help me take off the manatech contraption from his chest.
I let out my white flames, surrounding the foxian man’s real body, having them ready to heal him in case his Health began to fall. However, when his chest was revealed, I honestly thought I needed the healing more now from what I found. I thought I would have to open up to his heart, but everything was open already.
“The manatech was his chest?!” Saori blurted out, as surprised as the other Auroras.
“Jeez… he will need a lot of healing to fix that, Hestia. And that heart… You think you’re up to the task?” Asaka looked at me worried.
It was true. This was something only a surgeon should be looking at. Tubes were attached from his lungs to his windpipe while all his ribs were removed to fit the manatech chest plate. A small, immature heart was in the middle of all of this, looking far too feeble to be part of an adult’s body.
Reajaen told me his ribs were removed when he was still a child, so she believed they couldn't be repaired. However…
Miraculous Grace
Bring down the Goddess of Light’s power onto the mortal realm, enabling the caster to heal wounds of any kind depending on how much mana is invested. The more mana is spent, the more the healing power will resemble the miracles of the Goddess of Light, even allowing the regrowth of missing body parts. A true mark of an acknowledged Saint of Aurena
Parilostro began the surgery, using his three puppets so deftly I understood he had been doing this often enough he seemed like an expert at this. Honestly, he might rival Duchess Morgiana and her daughter Thyra when it came to this, and both of them were professional manasurgeons.
While helping him out by keeping his real body healthy, progress was made to remove all the wires and tubes until it was the heart’s turn. His puppets hesitated, looking at me nervously as he wasn’t sure if he could trust me.
I placed my hand on his real’s body hand, reassuring him with a resolute look. “Don’t underestimate a dragon working as a priestess for the Goddess of Miracles. By the God of Oaths, Kargryxmor, I, Hestia Atsuko Kargrxymor, swear I will save you! And I never go back on my promises!”
“…!” His eyes widened and he nodded. For the first time since I first met him, I could see a hint of emotion in his lifeless puppet eyes.
Hope.
And hope was an idol’s job to give!
Parallel Minds! Get ready!
The moment the tubes and harness were removed from the heart, it immediately began to leak out blood as Parilostro’s puppets fell onto the ground as if their strings were cut. This meant this was the last mile!
“Sacred Field!” Light shone on the field as it began to repair the heart’s wound, giving me enough time for my ten parallel minds to go through all the information I had on hearts and adapting them to the current situation.
White fire seeped into the inside of his heart, repairing the wounds it was received from all the blood flowing around. The white clothing of my casual outfit began to be stained by blood, almost resembling the crimson red of the rest of my clothes.
Time was moving slow for me.
Let’s go! Haste!
[Haste] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]
“Miraculous Grace!”
A white magic circle around the size of Parilostro’s body appeared above him as I kept pouring more and more mana into the spell. Rays of light descended from it, precisely landing on the spots I wanted it to go. And then, the potency of the spell showed itself.
The flesh of the heart morphed, growing larger and larger. The aorta, the pulmonary artery and vein; I analyzed the heart as I held it in my hand. It had to become larger, far larger than it was before. This was not a child, this was an adult!
Name: Parilostro Rescalve Health: 95/541
Not good!
“Help!” I called out immediately as I noticed the blood was spraying out far too fast for his low Health pool.
And that was all I needed to say as the blood stopped stained my clothes. It froze and moved back into his body before I saw it and breathed out from heated air. Thermokinesis. Tasianna and me.
A shadow also began to wrap around Parilostro’s inside, simulating the missing blood vessels. Saori came from the side, producing her mana threads and using them to pump oxygen into his lungs. More and more blood moved through his body, reinvigorating them, while less ended up on the floor.
[“I’m sending you guys anatomy info. Its high school level only, but should be good enough while I keep it up.”] I sent Saori and Tasianna all the information my parallel minds built up.
Name: Parilostro Rescalve Health: 166/541
Good!
“More, help!”
“Here!” Ellaine came over with a full set of ribs around the size of Parilostro’s, probably created with her demonic [Ribcage]. “Klea made sure they would work for transplant usage, or whatever she meant with that. It shouldn’t have any compatibility problems, she said. Also promises no tricks!”
“Good! I’ll fix that up for you, Hestia,” Saori stated before producing her sewing needle made by Grimnir, attaching the ribs back together before my white flames healed everything up. Even if our fifth member wasn’t here, he was here in spirit!
Name: Parilostro Rescalve Health: 356/541
Alright, gotta go faster! Song time!
“In the midst of the desert ♫
A bright ray of light shines ♫
Pure and brave, that she was, as she walked ♫
She was the ideal for me ♫
The bringer of children’s smiles ♫
Alas, the world seemed bleaker without her ♫”
[Shield of [The Light]] [Musical Resonation (Moderate)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]
[The Heir of Hope]; my song dedicated to Eshe wasn’t just useful for its Health shield, but also for increasing all Holy type healing by 50%. It accelerated the process. The flesh was formable. And ‘cause of that, I had to make Parilostro’s heart grow as I wanted it to.
Left Atrium, left pulmonary vein… Now!
“Watch out, everybody, this isn’t done yet!” I raised my finger and cut off the fully made heart in half, removing the old, small part of the heart before I resumed [Miraculous Grace].
Name: Parilostro Rescalve Health: 206/541
Superior vena cava, right ventricle, inferior vena cava — biology classes for the win!
Smoothly with cooperation. Aurora was here to save a life!
Right atrium, right pulmonary vein— Done!
I placed the heart back into its place, moving his lungs to the position I read in that one science book in school. I identified the shadow blood vessels Saori made and began reconstructing them with my miracle heal spell and also fixed up his windpipe. There were also his lungs and the rest of his body that I had to correct. Having a young child’s heart for so many years had some serious detrimental effects on his body beyond simply having a body unable to move around.
“Tasianna, help me out with the mana paths.” I activated [Mana Eyes] and began identifying where his mana was flowing. With all the blood vessels back and working, Tasianna didn’t have to focus on the blood anymore.
Let’s go!
I don’t know how long it took. Time was moving slow for me even without [Haste]. This was my first time as a manasurgeon and I could tell I wasn’t doing an extremely great job of it. There were no biology books on manapaths on Earth, after all. I knew we had to send him to Duchess Morgiana after this, but I was still glad.
Glad that the operation was a success.
Name: Parilostro Rescalve Health: 467/781
His Health increased by about 200, huh?
Once his chest was closed, Saori, Tasianna, and I stumbled away from him, breathing heavily from the anxious atmosphere. But, the moment we saw his chest move up and down normally? When he didn’t spit out any blood? When his Health reached its maximum after I let my white flames handle the rest of the healing? We all smiled.
“Parilostro!” Reajaen walked up to her son, tears streaming down her face while her hand hid her quivering mouth and voice. She didn’t care about the blood dropping on her expensive-looking dress, believing it was more important to kiss her son on his cheek before pressing her head against his.
It was a heartwarming scene between a mother and her son.
I wanted to say something to congratulate her, but I kept it to myself. My job was done. This moment was entirely hers.
But, it seemed like everything was so fleeting today. When we thought everything was about to work out, somebody’s voice dragged us back to reality.
“Excuse me.”
It was a familiar one. One from a specific person I hadn’t expected to see today.
“I shall congratulate you on your hard work, Hestia, Aurora, for thwarting somebody’s death today; however, time presses. Your fate lies elsewhere.”
It was Ilsaphone and the Night sisters.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2022 1:26:11 AM Germany [Member of Zard Skwad]
Bio: Hey there, AbyssRaven here. I'm just an avid Light Novel and Fantasy story reader who randomly thought of a story and began writing about it.
I eventually found out that I've been spending a bit too much time with building, planning, and researching for the story, that I've decided to just share it with others.
Writing is mostly a hobby for me, but I would still love any kind of criticism to improve on it.
I'm also german, so please excuse anything that sounds a bit weird...I wouldn't mind you pointing it out though.
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