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"How does freedom feel?"
Lucian held Morgiana's hand the entire ti, offering her comfort.
"To be honest, it feels sowhat illusory," Morgiana murmured softly. "It's like I'm dreaming."
"What is truly important isn't whether this is reality or a dream," Lucian chuckled lightly. "It's free will."
"Free will?" Morgiana looked at Lucian in confusion.
She realized she didn't understand a lot of what Lucian was saying.
This was completely normal, as she was ultimately just a slave with "a bit of physical strength."
"Setting aside your childhood for a mont, you have grown up now, and you possess power," Lucian said. "You are a Fanalis, a proud warrior race. If you truly wanted to, you could easily twist off Jamil's head and completely crush the soldiers guarding this city."
"Afterward, you could forcibly free all the slaves, eat and drink your fill, and swagger right out of here. You could even turn the tables and beco the Lord of this city yourself."
Despite his words, Morgiana currently lacked that kind of mindset.
While the Fanalis were undeniably a warrior race, they weren't exactly known for their intellect; their talent points were dumped almost entirely into physical aptitude.
"What you need right now isn't strength, but free will," Lucian declared gently. "Because of your ti as a slave, a deep-seated inferiority remains etched into your heart. But that inferiority doesn't belong to you."
"In terms of personal character and inherent worth, I am no nobler than you. Jamil is no nobler than you. Even a king sitting high above, whose single word decides the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people, is no nobler than you in terms of character."
"What truly matters has never been one's status or identity, but their heart."
"My heart..." Morgiana carefully pondered Lucian's words.
Although she couldn't fully comprehend them, this gentle breeze swept past the iron gates and blew directly into her heart.
A tiny seed had been quietly planted in the soil, patiently waiting to take root and sprout.
Naturally, until that day ca, Lucian would carefully tend to it, providing water and fertilizer so it could grow sturdy and strong, eventually transforming into the wind and flas.
"Moving forward, all of your past habits need to be changed. Your mindset needs to be adjusted. But more importantly—"
"More importantly...?" Morgiana blinked.
"Change into these clothes," Lucian chuckled, retrieving a freshly crafted outfit from his dinsional storage.
Not only did it look gorgeous, but the material itself originated from the Dungeon. Specifically, it was crafted from a monster drop item that only appeared below the 37th floor: the Giant Spider.
He had taken the Giant Spider's drop item, the "Spinning Gland," and forged it into magical silk threads.
It possessed decent physical defense and magic resistance, the material was incredibly comfortable, and its durability was exceptionally high.
"Go try it on."
Lucian released her hand and patted her gently on the shoulder, gesturing for her to head into the nearby room to change.
"This..." Morgiana felt the impossibly fine material of the clothes in her hands and couldn't help but hesitate.
Do I really have the right to wear clothes like this?
The mont that thought surfaced in her mind, she felt a sharp flick on her forehead.
"Ouch..." Morgiana covered her forehead, looking at Lucian with a slight pout.
"I told you, you are already free," Lucian said softly. "Your heart hasn't completely opened up yet, and I will quietly wait for that day to arrive."
"But do not feel inferior. You are not worse than anyone else."
"Mhm..." Morgiana bit her lip, then nodded firmly before heading into the room to change.
Although she didn't know whose room this was, with Lucian standing guard outside, she didn't have to worry about anyone peeking!
Of course, the biggest danger was perhaps Lucian himself?
But he didn't peek. After all, Morgiana was known as 'Lord Mor'. If she threw a temper tantrum, there was a non-zero chance she might just twist soone's head off...
Just kidding~
When Morgiana stepped back out, he had to admit she looked absolutely stunning.
The pure white robes covered her entire body, wrapping her petite, delicate fra securely. Her entire being exuded an aura of overwhelming cuteness.
How can anyone be this adorable? Lucian couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.
"How does it look?" Morgiana asked shyly.
"Very beautiful," Lucian gave her a thumbs-up. "I'm already completely captivated by you!"
"Mhm... that's too much of an exaggeration," Morgiana's expression grew bashful.
While casually chatting with Morgiana, Lucian had simultaneously used her as a base template, analyzing and reconstructing her anatomical data and the local magic system to create a brand-new systemic frawork.
The Falna's spell matrix itself was fundantally a type of bodily modification. At the very least, it modified one's spiritual power, transforming non-magical races into magical ones.
In the Lower World of Danmachi, there were only three inherently magical races.
Spirits, who were the incarnations of nature; Elves, who built their villages beneath the sacred trees; and the Renard, the fox-people branch of the beastn.
Humans inherently lacked magical talent, yet after receiving a Falna, they gained the ability to use magic.
This was the modification the Falna provided. Not only did it expand one's upper limits, but it also fundantally altered a person's spiritual power so that it could be converted into magical energy.
Therefore, simply becoming an adventurer—much like leveling up—expanded a person's upper limits.
It was essentially leveling up from Level 0 to Level 1. The only difference was that without accumulating Excellia, the initial enhancent was relatively faint.
Even so, it was universally acknowledged that adventurers were vastly stronger than ordinary people. This held true even for lower-tier adventurers whose actual nurical stats hadn't improved much at all.
"What are your plans now?" Lucian asked.
"I... don't know," Morgiana froze, the smile fading from her face.
She honestly didn't know what to do. Although she was finally free, she had absolutely no idea what she should actually do next.
"If you don't know, would you like to follow for a while?" Lucian offered.
He didn't imdiately suggest that Morgiana set off on a journey to find her holand. With her current state of mind, Lucian wasn't comfortable letting her travel alone.
In the original story, she was almost captured and sold into slavery again. Plus, her lack of education ant there was a very high chance soone would take advantage of her.
D*mn it, I'm talking about you, Ren Hakuryuu.
What kind of brain-dead idiot are you? If you co anywhere near my Morgiana, I'll beat your brains out.
"Okay," Morgiana nodded.
She had no idea where else she could possibly go. Faced with an invitation from her savior, she had absolutely no reason to refuse.
Thus, utilizing his ntal authority, Lucian granted her the necessary permissions to enter the Divine Court.
"Co with ," Lucian commanded with a thought, bringing Morgiana back to the Divine Court with him.
As for the other destiny coordinates, there was no rush. Thanks to his magic, he already knew exactly who they were.
The mont they arrived in the Divine Court, Morgiana's body underwent a sudden, drastic transformation. She lost her human form and shifted into a crimson lion.
Fluffy, with large, panicked eyes, she looked incredibly cute.
"Eh? Eh?!" Feeling the sudden change in her body, Morgiana cried out in shock.
"It seems you lost the suppression of the world's rules and reverted back to your true form," Lucian rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"My true form?" Seeing that Lucian understood what had happened to her, Morgiana looked at him pleadingly for help.
"The Fanalis are originally the Red Lion tribe, which ans this appearance is actually your true form," Lucian explained. "All the inhabitants of your world originally immigrated from another dinsion. The other foreign races were suppressed into human forms by the rules of the new world. Only the Fanalis possessed strength so imnse that it couldn't be completely suppressed."
"This is a separate dinsion entirely unbound by Solomon's rules. Because you lost that suppression, you naturally reverted back to the form you were always ant to have."
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