As for Harry, at most he would just go through a few more heart-pounding, adrenaline-filled incidents.
There wouldn't be any real danger to his life. And even if there were, he'd always manage to turn misfortune into safety.
Thinking this far, Hermione suddenly found herself looking forward to Voldemort eting Harry again.
At the sa ti, she also hoped Voldemort would show up sooner rather than later—she was already eager for another clash with him.
Then another thought crossed her mind.
"Now that I think about it," Hermione said thoughtfully, "Harry being chosen as a champion… that might also have sothing to do with Voldemort, right?"
Arthur nodded.
"That's very likely. But it's better not to tell Harry about it for now. No need to make him anxious all day."
Hermione agreed imdiately.
Just preparing for the Triwizard Tournant was already stressful enough for Harry. There was no need to burden him with even more worry.
The Lands Between
Mountaintops of the Giants — Stargazer's Ruins
Arthur's exploration of the Lands Between had now brought him here.
This place was once ho to the Astrologers, the predecessors of glintstone sorcerers.
Later, ash from the Giant's Forge on the neighboring peak obscured the sky, making it impossible to see the stars.
Forced to migrate, the Astrologers moved to Liurnia of the Lakes—eventually giving rise to the Academy of Raya Lucaria.
Incidentally, when Arthur first entered the ga in his previous life, the class he chose was Astrologer.
However, Arthur hadn't co to Stargazer's Ruins in search of treasure.
He was simply escorting a girl ho.
Her na was Kurara—or more precisely, she was a spirit ash Arthur had obtained.
Through the system, Arthur could see her description:
"A weeping girl in search of her distant ho. She will valiantly spew poison.
The spirit jellyfish is nad Kurara."
Yes—she was a Spirit Jellyfish.
The Lands Between had many bizarre lifeforms. Jellyfish that walked on land and were as large as humans were sohow considered normal.
Arthur didn't know why Kurara had been turned into spirit ash.
But he did know that this place was her holand.
As he stepped into the ruins, another spirit jellyfish drifted into view.
She murmured softly,
"Where are you, sister…? Didn't we promise to watch the stars together when we turned fourteen? I've been waiting for so, so long…"
Her na was Kurariss.
And the sister she was calling for—was Kurara.
Arthur took out the Spirit Calling Bell and Kurara's ashes.
With a gentle chi, Kurara materialized before her sister.
Upon seeing her, Kurariss floated forward, her tendrils swaying excitedly.
The two jellyfish drifted close together—Kurara pale and translucent like a faded soul, Kurariss still retaining the soft blue glow of a living spirit.
In a sense, they were already separated by life and death.
Yet thanks to Arthur, they had reunited once more.
Kurariss happily wrapped her tendrils around Kurara and said,
"Sister! You finally ca! Co on, let's go—let's watch the stars together!"
But Kurara couldn't reply.
Souls turned into ashes could be summoned endlessly, but the process always left scars.
Loss of speech, fragnted mories, or even complete loss of sentience were common.
The inability to speak was especially widespread among spirit ashes.
The only spirit ash Arthur had ever t who could speak was Latenna the Albinauric, who had likewise asked him to escort her back to her holand.
Kurara hadn't lost her mind and retained most of her mories—but she could no longer speak.
Fortunately, Arthur could communicate with her through ntal links.
That was how he'd learned where her ho was in the first place.
Kurara waved her tendrils urgently, trying to express sothing—but no sound ca out.
She turned toward Arthur, her tendrils wrapping around his arm, transmitting a pleading emotion.
Arthur connected to her with his mind and relayed her ssage.
"Your sister says… she's very happy to see that you're still here."
Only then did Kurariss notice Arthur's presence.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My na is Arthur. Before this, your sister traveled with for a long ti," he replied.
"Oh! So you're my brother-in-law!" Kurariss exclaid happily.
"Thank you for bringing my sister back to !"
That single sentence completely broke Arthur.
…Just as I thought. She's a pure, natural airhead.
Everything about her behavior confird it.
Kurara had promised to watch the stars with her at fourteen, and Kurariss had waited here all these years.
Luckily, spirit jellyfish didn't need to eat. Otherwise, she would've starved to death ages ago.
Earlier, she hadn't even noticed Arthur's existence until he spoke.
In modern society, soone like her could probably be sold off and still help count the money.
And now she was casually calling him brother-in-law.
Incredible.
"I'm not your brother-in-law," Arthur said helplessly.
"I'm just your sister's companion."
"Oh! I see—I'm sorry, I misunderstood!" Kurariss apologized repeatedly.
"It's fine," Arthur waved it off.
"Then… why can't my sister speak?" Kurariss finally asked the important question.
"Your sister lost her ability to speak due to certain experiences," Arthur explained.
He didn't tell her the truth—that Kurara had already died and beco spirit ash.
One reason was to avoid worrying Kurariss.
The other was that… explaining it properly might be too complicated for her to understand.
"So if I want to talk to my sister," Kurariss said, "does that an I have to ask you to pass on my words?"
"Yes," Arthur nodded.
"Then co watch the stars with us!" Kurariss said brightly.
"I have so many things I want to tell my sister!"
Arthur sighed.
"Have you not noticed… there aren't any stars visible here anymore?"
"Huh? You're right!" Kurariss looked up, then drooped sadly.
"Why is it like this…? I finally reunited with my sister, and now we can't even see the stars…"
Arthur sighed as well.
So she's been staying here all this ti and never noticed the sky changing?
"I want to watch the stars with my sister," Kurariss said earnestly.
"Can you help us?"
"How about you and your sister follow for now," Arthur suggested.
"I'll take you to see the stars later."
He definitely didn't trust Kurariss to lead Kurara on her own.
Who knew if this airheaded jellyfish might drag her sister up the Giant's Mountaintop and get them both stepped on by giants?
"Really?! You'll take us to see the stars?" Kurariss bead.
"That's amazing! I knew you were a good person!"
She enthusiastically handed Arthur a Good Person Card—taphorically speaking.
Then she leaned in conspiratorially.
"Oh! By the way! There's sothing good under these ruins! I don't tell just anyone!"
Arthur already knew there was sothing beneath the ruins.
In Elden Ring, every ruin hid at least one weapon or item underground.
But in his previous life, he'd never co here, never done Kurara's questline—so he had no idea what lay below.
He grew curious.
What kind of "good stuff" would even impress a natural airhead spirit jellyfish?
Arthur extended his ntal perception, located the hidden entrance, and tapped the ground with his Staff of Death.
The illusion covering the entrance instantly dissipated.
Incidentally, the Staff of Death was forrly known as the Prince of Death's Staff.
Arthur had renad it.
Every ti he thought of the Prince of Death, he was reminded of that sewer-dwelling rmaid abomination.
He really didn't want to associate with that imagery.
Descending into the underground chamber, Arthur found it identical to other ruin basents.
Ga design was ga design, after all.
A single chest rested in the center.
Arthur opened it.
Inside lay a jagged, spike-covered stone blade.
A rope was tied to the hilt, and the blade itself was stained with fresh, crimson blood.
Despite who knew how many years had passed, the blood hadn't dried.
Arthur instantly recognized the material.
It was identical to Sellen's Prival Glintstone.
The system scan revealed the item's description:
Prival Glintstone Blade
A blood-soaked ancient glintstone knife.
Ancient sorcerers used this blade to carve open their hearts, transforming their souls into prival glintstone and stepping into death.
Effect:
– Reduces FP consumption for sorceries and incantations by 25%
– Reduces maximum HP
So this was how Sellen's Prival Glintstone had co into being.
Although the description ntioned death, it actually symbolized rebirth.
The blade transford a person's soul into prival glintstone.
In that state, comprehending glintstone sorcery beca far easier.
To put it bluntly—
The Prival Glintstone Blade could turn soone with zero magical talent into a genius glintstone sorcerer.
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