Just as Lana was about to scold him, her attention was attracted by the letter on the desk, and she asked in slight confusion.
"What’s that?"
"dicinal pill recipe. Axel gave it when I told him how you remained unconscious for 2 days, even after waking up." Mr. Crow explained, and Lana froze slightly.
Earlier, she suspected Mr. Crow was hiding because he feared the punishnt she would inflict on him. But... he was just worried about her and had even gone to university just to get a solution to her problem.
"Mr. Crow, you..." Lana felt a lump in her throat. "Thank you..."
"It’s what I should." Mr. Crow waved his wings, and Lana murmured, "These damned herbs! I am not consuming them next ti! How co their side effect is so much worse? Even the process was so painful!"
"Blaming the herbs alone would be an injustice to them." Mr. Crow interrupted. Lana stared at him in confusion, the gentle breeze from outside chilling the room by a few degrees.
"Eh? It wasn’t herbs?" Lana’s innocent words incited a hint of pity in Mr. Crow’s heart.
’This naive girl... she is so unaware of her destiny.’
"It wasn’t entirely herbs. A part of it is your body. Your soul and body reacted to herbs differently than expected; however, your gains should match how much you have suffered." Mr. Crow explained, his gentle voice echoed in the room like a teacher imparting knowledge to his eager student.
Lana listened tentatively, her eyes narrowed into deep thought.
"The gains you have made are that your mystic energy has transford from blue to yellow. You might not know its value now because you haven’t tried it yet. But once you do... You will realize just how few people have ever reached this stage. It’s enviable to say that only 1 out of 10 million is a mystic cultivator, but those who possess yellow energy can be counted on a single hand." Mr. Crow’s words were laced with admiration.
Sensing Lana’s silence, he continued, "Also, you have gained healing powers. It is an X-Rank ability for sure! Your gains are..."
"Mr. Crow..." Lana interrupted him with a calm voice, her cheerful facade gone. "Why do I feel danger is approaching ?"
Mr. Crow turned toward Lana. Her eyes were calm as a still lake, as if... she wasn’t the one who possessed the question, which was hard to answer.
"What type of danger?"
"Don’t know..." Lana murmured, her expression slightly dazed, "Being reborn, gaining mystic power, and standing out even among the mystic cultivators... doesn’t give any pride. I keep on feeling... the powers are increasing the responsibilities that will soon be dumped on ."
Mr. Crow fell silent before saying in a nonchalant tone, "So what? What if the responsibility involves the lives of humans? Won’t you step up and..."
"Mr. Crow." Her voice was still... just like her heart. "I am not a martyr. I may feel affected if human lives are lost, but... I don’t want to be so chosen one. If my destiny involves becoming one... tell now. I will end my life rather than be a puppet in the hands of destiny."
Silence ensued in the atmosphere. Mr. Crow only felt his heart tightening, and he chided her.
"How can you talk about death so casually? You..."
"I am telling the truth. So don’t change the subject. Monk Anaro, and you know sothing... what is it?" Lana’s voice hardly betrayed the desperation in her heart.
"Not a chosen one." Mr. Crow began, "But... the future fight is going to be hard."
Lana let out the breath that she was holding, while the suffocating pressure in the air lessened visibly.
"As long as I am not the chosen one." She murmured in a lost voice.
In this life, she wanted to live a simple life. Free from any kind of manipulation, and making sure she didn’t have any regret.
"And... no one can manipulate you, Lana, not even destiny. So, don’t worry; your future depends on your actions and choices."
Those words should have cald Lana’s heart, but alas... it only confird the doubts in her heart.
Her rebirth wasn’t as simple as it seed.
"Zephyr?" Lana called out softly and soon received a lodious response.
"Yes?"
"When will the next talisman be unlocked?" Her voice now regained its cheerfulness.
"After you make 10,000, perfect the Basic Recovery Talisman." Zephyr’s words were asured and devoid of any emotion.
Lana stretched her limbs before she did so light exercises to digest the food she had consud. After her mini workout, she busied herself making talismans.
"You! You should rest. Why are you working now?" Mr. Crow felt distressed when he saw Lana’s determined gaze.
For a flicker of a mont, he even wondered if Lana was a robot. How co she doesn’t feel worn out?
She has just recovered and already started to work.
For her, the only word that could be suited is workaholic!
"Eh? Mr. Crow, stop talking. I haven’t settled scores with you for making wear that bear outfit!" Lana’s words made Mr. Crow flinch a little.
’Surely she won’t think of exacting revenge later on, right?’
’I will, and I will click photos of you wearing the bikini too. In the future, I will show it to your wife!’ Lana’s reply made Mr. Crow’s eyes widen in aghast.
"You... you can listen to my thoughts?"
"Surprise! Surprise. Now I wouldn’t even know whether you wash your ass after finishing your business!" Lana laughed evilly, but Mr. Crow didn’t join in; instead, he stared at Lana with a complex gaze.
Through their connection, he felt the familiar raw anxiety pulsing in her heart.
For the rest of the night, Lana threatened Mr. Crow with her evil idea and practiced talisman making.
The next morning, Lana felt tired and, by habit, channeled a wave of mystic energy in her body.
As the familiar cool sensation spread in her body, Lana’s eyes widened.
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