Disgracing myself is already unbearable for Tristan, let alone the possibility of disgracing Mother, disappointing her—that is even more intolerable for Tristan.
"I am Mother’s daughter, there must be a way, there must be..."
Muttering to herself, Tristan did not realize that behind her, an unknown figure had appeared at so point.
"So, you’ve already returned? Miss Spinel."
Upon hearing this voice, Tristan was first stunned, then joy filled her.
"So you were here? Red Spinel!"
Tristan turned around forcefully, and looked at the man who had appeared before her, uttering a sound like a cry of extre joy.
The cor was indeed Beryl.
"It looks like you have suffered quite a bit, Miss."
Looking at Tristan, who was wrapped in blankets, with visible scars and slight burns, Beryl squinted and spoke leisurely.
"Let’s not talk about that for now, Beryl." Tristan, not noticing Beryl’s sowhat unusual deanor, hurriedly said, "I’m injured, do you have any way to help recover quickly?"
"Heal injuries?" Beryl suddenly laughed and said, "Indeed, I have a thod, or rather, I have a spell that can resolve this situation. If you need it, Miss, I could teach it to you, eh?"
"What, what? What is it?" Tristan’s eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "There’s such a convenient spell? Then teach it to quickly! I still have to report back to Mother!"
"That urgent, huh?" Beryl chuckled softly and said, "Since that’s the case, well then, I will be so bold."
"You’ll have to endure it, okay?"
"This... might be a bit painful."
Saying this, Beryl slowly stretched out his hand and, under Tristan’s expectant gaze, placed a finger on her forehead.
The next mont, that finger pierced through Tristan’s forehead, boring into her brain.
"Buzz!"
A bizarre spell formation appeared on Tristan’s forehead.
"Ga... aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!"
The scream of Tristan then resonated in the room, enduring for a long ti without ceasing.
...
Outside Calot, near the edge of the Central Plains close to the Southern Plain.
"Swoosh!"
A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaning against a rock and slowly slumping to the ground.
"Huff..."
Reiger, holding a sword as thin as a cicada’s wing, relied on the rock, clutching his chest, his complexion frighteningly pale.
Upon closer inspection, his body was covered with scars, with traces that appeared to be from flying debris and also from being scorched by flas, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly showing the severity of his injuries.
"As expected, was it still too much for ?"
Feeling the sharp pain that ca in waves from his body, Reiger let out a wry smile.
To make quick work of the battle, in his fight with Gawain, Reiger had almost only dodged the direct hit of her ’horn.’
The shock and explosive flas that rose from the ground when Gawain’s ’horn’ struck were fully borne by Reiger, taking all the damage.
This resulted in every one of Gawain’s attacks causing Reiger to sustain injuries, whether minor or more serious, even with protections like "Wind Spirit Swift Walk," "Life-bound Illusion," and "Thin Veil Breath," and despite having resistance to fire-attribute attacks, he ultimately couldn’t completely ignore Gawain’s attacks. The damage accumulated bit by bit.
Moreover, the aftereffects of using "Wind Spirit Swift Walk" had taken a toll on his body. Even though the wind’s breath was reducing this burden, after a prolonged ti, Reiger once again felt an ache he hadn’t experienced in a while. As soon as he left the battlefield and arrived here, he imdiately collapsed.
Fortunately, unlike Gawain and Tristan, who could only rely on a fairy’s self-healing ability or a particular indestructibility to sustain their lives, Reiger was not in the sa position.
"Magic Unfettered by Incantations: Diya Flatel."
A high-level healing magic was chanted, and a light began to shine on Reiger’s body, gradually healing his injuries.
Feeling his body entering the healing state, Reiger finally exhaled lightly, placing his finger on his temple.
"ssage."
He used a communication magic, connecting to Altoria, calling out her na.
After a while, Reiger’s "ssage" was received.
"...Reiger?"
A timid voice erged in Reiger’s mind, conjuring the image of a fairy girl who seed uncertain and cautious.
"It’s ." Reiger sighed in relief and said, "Are you alright?"
This question was t with Altoria’s excited voice.
"Is it really you? Reiger!" Altoria spoke with excitent, "Are you alright? Where are you now? Still inside Calot? If so, tell right away! I’ll co to get you!"
"No, I’m no longer in Calot." Reiger shook his head and said, "I’ve escaped. What about you? Where are you now?"
"I, I’m also outside!" Altoria replied urgently, "From your voice, you sound injured. Shall I co to find you?"
"No, there’s no need, my injuries will heal soon." Reiger said, "You don’t have to co over. Stay where you are, don’t cut off the "ssage," and once my injuries are healed, I’ll use teleportation magic to co to you."
"Alright, okay." Altoria reluctantly accepted the suggestion, and said, "Then hurry up, okay? Otherwise, I won’t be able to resist going to find you!"
Reiger made a promise and lifted his finger from his temple.
"It’s over then..."
Looking up at the sky, Reiger murmured lowly.
But quickly, he focused his gaze again and said.
"No, the real show is just beginning."
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