Chapter 605
Reversing a predetermined tragedy
That sky-high giant tree turned into a stream of light and condensed into a card before everyone’s eyes.
Sherlock widened his eyes in astonishment at this magical sight.
This was the second time he had witnessed Eivass use this Mystical Art.
Last time, Eivass had used a card to seal an Earthbound Spirit that was impossible to move; this time, it was even more outrageous, directly sealing the Treant and its main body inside!
However, neither Sherlock nor the Maxim couple asked Eivass how he did it. After all, Mystical Arts were one of the greatest privacy, and the more obscure and powerful the Mystical Art, the greater the secret it implied.
Eivass held the new card in his hand and summoned the Book of Law with a raised hand.
The new card turned into a green stream of light and entered it.
The marker on the Book of Law jumped again, changing to “Eivass’s Book of Law (9/21)”!
It opened automatically, suspended above Eivass’s left hand, its pages rustling.
When it stopped on a certain page, the just-created “The Fool” card appeared above, spun once, and then disintegrated into dark green smoke.
Immediately, a tree within Eivass’s field of vision was penetrated by the dark green smoke that appeared from the void.
The next moment, it began to grow with a rumbling sound, its branches differentiating, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick and tall giant tree—
Completely different from Anastasia before:
Its height was at least twice that of the previous tree, and its thickness was enough to embrace nearly three people; every leaf of “Treant · Anastasia” was as brilliant as gold, shining under the radiance of the Morning Sun.
Rustle—
After the tree finished growing, its branches and leaves began to sway in the wind. Or rather, it was continuously absorbing the morning breeze, causing these leaves to rustle, emitting a faint sound like wind chimes.
Listening to the rustling of the leaves mixed with the sound of wind chimes, Eivass felt his spirit clearly improve.
He closed his eyes and carefully felt the healing amount of the Treant state—although Eivass was not injured, he was now an Extraordinary of the Path of Devotion at the Fourth Tier. As a professional healer, Eivass was very familiar with the feeling of Fire Worship Magic.
—In terms of feeling, Anastasia’s healing amount was probably about one-tenth to one-fifth of Eivass’s Fire Worship Magic.
The recovery efficiency of Fire Worship Magic was basically half that of the Illuminate Spell. In other words, its healing amount was about 5% of Eivass’s current “Radiant Skill,” which had transformed from the “Illuminate Spell” into instant recovery.
This healing efficiency was basically of little use in intense combat, considered standard slow recovery—in top-tier high-difficulty battles, it was basically elevator blood. Without instant healing abilities, it was basically impossible to get healing amounts.
But considering that Anastasia provided infinite time and cost-free group healing, this Healing Ability would be very useful outside of combat. After all, Anastasia’s enchantment had no time limit—although the “Moon Spirit” state had a ten-minute limit, the “Treant” state had no limit!
—This was equivalent to using only three points of Wind Mana to heal everyone around to full in a non-combat state!
Eivass himself had unconditional out-of-combat healing means.
And now, he had an additional group out-of-combat recovery of one to three times a day—the “The Fool” card could be used once a day, and with the reset effect of the Book of Law, it could be reset up to two more times. This could effectively save his Light and Fire Mana, using them for more important purposes.
—Then let’s look at the Moon Spirit again.
Eivass thought.
So he raised the Book of Law again.
As the card that had previously disintegrated reappeared above the Book of Law, this time it was a semi-transparent phantom. It looked like ripples of water.
As it dissipated and disintegrated, a transparent spirit walked out of “Treant · Anastasia.”
It was originally a white, glowing spirit, but after coming out, its radiance immediately dimmed. It revealed Anastasia in her maiden form!
“Aya!”
Grace immediately stepped forward and hugged Anastasia.
Archbishop Maxim also cautiously approached, leaning over with his hands on his knees, and asked, “Aya… how are you feeling now?”
“I feel…”
Anastasia subconsciously hugged Madam Grace back. But the moment she hugged her, she was stunned for a long time by the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.
She murmured in a low voice, reaching out to stroke her mother’s hair, looking down at her own hands, trying to grasp something. Then she looked at Grace’s pupils, gazing at her own reflection within them.
“…I’ve never felt so good!”
Anastasia’s face revealed an incredulous joy: “My body doesn’t even have the slightest bit of pain!
“I’m not tired at all, my body isn’t weak; my arms and legs are soft, and there’s no creaking or groaning when I walk. When I hug forcefully, my body doesn’t feel like it’s about to break… Is this what a healthy person’s body feels like? I’ve almost forgotten…”
As she spoke, in the direction she was gazing, the Morning Sun slowly rose from the sea.
The moment she saw the sunrise, Anastasia’s eyes turned red, and tears flowed down her cheeks involuntarily.
But there was no sorrow on Anastasia’s face; instead, an incomparably brilliant and radiant smile appeared.
She jumped and laughed, sharing her joy and shedding tears heartily.
She did not explain why she was crying, but rather gazed at the rising Morning Sun with her misty eyes without blinking.
Grace gently wiped away her tears, whispering something to her.
Watching this scene, Eivass also felt satisfied.
Although he had saved a girl in a similar way before… that girl couldn’t speak. Although rationally, Eivass knew she should be grateful to him. But without hearing her say it herself, he would still feel somewhat worried.
Now, Eivass had once again reversed a “predetermined tragedy.”
Even in the game, it was a tragedy that had “already happened.” There wasn’t even a chance for players to intervene.
He felt satisfied.
Anastasia’s smile further made Eivass realize that his decision was correct.
Nothing could give a lost soul more spiritual strength than this.
Archbishop Maxim approached Eivass.
“Your Excellency, the Archbishop.”
He didn’t say much, but silently and solemnly knelt before Eivass: “Thank you.”
Kneeling on one knee, head bowed, right hand on his chest. A very familiar etiquette.
In fact, the knight’s禮 of Avalon inherited this supreme etiquette of the Church, known as the Sacrifice Rite.
Its meaning was: I am willing to offer you this—my heart.
Usually, only the Pope’s Guard had to perform this礼 to the Pope; it was not mandatory in any other situation.
Unlike the knights’ oaths of loyalty, if elves of the Church performed this act, they could truly open their chests and take out their hearts at any time.
Eivass did not engage in pleasantries.
At a time like this, saying “You’re welcome” and refusing Maxim’s tribute… would be an insult to Maxim’s resolve. He was an adult elf, and he must have understood the meaning of this action and made up his mind before doing so.
So, Eivass solemnly placed his hand on Archbishop Maxim’s head.
“Please rise, Your Excellency Maxim,” Eivass said in a low voice, running Mana to perform an Illuminate Spell on Maxim’s head.
This was also a solemn return礼—the fact that he could use a complete Illuminate Spell at this position meant he could also use a damaging spell at this position to instantly kill Maxim. Even for an Extraordinary, brain damage at this distance was a fatal injury. Eivass acting this way meant he would not abuse Maxim’s trust and respect to harm him.
This family of “Home Faction” elves made Eivass feel quite comfortable.
At least none of them were fanatics… Eivass, as a human, could understand their simple ideal of helping others.
It seemed that he should go see Cardinal Fafnir when he had time.
Perhaps after being promoted to Cardinal, there would be an excuse to meet her.
Eivass thought.
“Mr. Eivass…”
At this moment, Yunus approached worriedly.
He solemnly held the harp and handed it to Eivass: “This thing… it’s best given to you.”
(End of this chapter)
