The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 220

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Chapter 220

“I don’t know the details either. My mentor did quite a lot of research with this, but I…”

Jurlene hesitated for a moment before speaking reluctantly.

“I wasn’t particularly interested in things like elven resurrection.”

“Elven… resurrection?”

“I don’t know, even as an elf myself, I honestly think it’s nonsense. I question whether we need to revive a race that went extinct hundreds of years ago… Anyway, my mentor seemed to think the ‘Moon’s Bone’ was hope for elven resurrection. She even passed down all her lifelong research materials to me.”

Jurlene fiddled with the ‘star’ hanging from her necklace and let out a deep sigh.

“I’ve never once looked through those materials. Just playing the ‘Witch’ role is overwhelming enough without inheriting my mentor’s research too. So this is just… a necklace my mentor treasured all her life.”

She let go of the necklace and shrugged her shoulders. Rita asked somewhat anxiously.

“Could you possibly show me those research materials?”

“Huh? Why would you want to see elven resurrection research? That’s the kind of thing Inquisitors would be interested in.”

As Jurlene blinked in puzzlement, Sion carefully interjected from beside her.

“You seem very interested in Jurlene’s necklace, Dragon Knight. Is there some story or special reason related to that gem?”

Rita wasn’t particularly skilled at lying. After brief consideration, she answered truthfully.

“That gem called the ‘Moon’s Bone’ seems related to my way of returning home. Right before I lost consciousness, I saw light bursting from a gem that looked exactly like that one exploding.”

“Eh? This thing exploded?”

Jurlene’s eyes widened as she held up the necklace again. Rita nodded.

“Yes, it was a gem that looked exactly the same. I felt some unknown power from it… but I don’t sense that kind of power from that necklace. That’s why I want to know more details about that gem.”

“Hmm… if that’s your situation… There’s no way someone who’s friends with a dragon that roasted an Inquisitor whole would be the Empire’s lackey…”

“Jurlene.”

Sion called out to restrain Jurlene as she rubbed her lips in contemplation, but lost in thought, she didn’t hear him and answered cheerfully.

“Alright! I’ll show you the research materials! But there’s quite a lot to bring here, you know? Once your injuries heal up a bit, come to my house. It’s the house I lived in with my mentor, so all the materials are there.”

“Thank you, truly.”

When Rita answered politely with delight, Jurlene lifted her chin with a “hmph.”

“What’s the big deal about something like this. Talk more casually too. You’re staying here for a while, right? Being too polite is uncomfortable. I’m already speaking casually, aren’t I? I don’t know much about etiquette, so, uh, am I being rude?”

“…No, it’s fine.”

She had been polite because Gid was a distant ancestor and the first Empress of the Kairam Empire, but if casual treatment was preferred, Rita had no reason to refuse.

“I’m more comfortable this way too.”

“Great! You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, aren’t you? I like you!”

Jurlene smiled brightly with a strangely excited expression. Sion let out a small sigh beside her and spoke calmly.

“Dragon Knight, I gave people a rough explanation about you and the Black Dragon, but… there’s still much I don’t know about you. Of course, you probably don’t know much about us either.”

He took a breath and carefully introduced himself.

“My name is Elysion el Pawel Shadea. I’m the only surviving royalty from the Shadea Kingdom that was destroyed by the Holy Empire.”

Since Rita already knew this fact, she wasn’t surprised. The name used before the National Foundation Day founder established Kairam.

“So you were a ‘Prince.'”

“Haha…”

He smiled awkwardly and lowered his eyes. A silver shadow fell across his blue pupils.

“…It hasn’t even been a year since the Holy Empire burned Shadea for the reason that we don’t worship their Emperor as the sun god. The Empire continues to pursue us survivors. If Jurlene and the cave people hadn’t saved us, we would have been massacred long ago.”

Prince Elysion raised his eyes to gaze at Lillieta.

“And today, if you and the Black Dragon hadn’t helped us, everyone here would have died. I won’t forget this debt.”

“You helped me first, Prince. I’m the one who repaid a debt.”

Rita smiled as she responded. Sion smiled back.

“To have hundreds of lives saved with just a few healing potions, it’s truly a profitable deal.”

“Since I plan to impose on your hospitality for a while, whether it’s really profitable remains to be seen.”

After exchanging light words, Rita asked.

“Are the people in silver armor knights of the kingdom then?”

“They belong to the Royal Knight Order. Besides them, several others who worked in the royal palace fled with me. It was… His Majesty’s choice.”

Sion’s complexion was grim as he answered slowly. He seemed to be recalling that terrible day when the Shadea Kingdom fell.

Before Rita could offer words of comfort, he quickly composed his emotions and showed a gentle expression.

“Shadea’s priests are skilled in healing. I’ve asked the most excellent among them to treat you, so please wait a moment and they’ll come.”

“Ah, I already declined that—”

“I’ve brought the items you requested, Dragon Knight! And the priest has come too!”

Along with a knock, a lively boy’s voice was heard. Sion smiled broadly.

“They arrived just as I mentioned it. Let’s continue our conversation later, and please receive treatment and rest comfortably first.”

He called Jurlene as if to make room.

“Jurlene, let’s go now.”

“Ah, okay! See you later, Dragon Knight!”

Jurlene waved her hand excitedly and left the room chattering something to Sion.

Entering as if taking their place were a blue-haired boy who appeared to be about fourteen or fifteen and a middle-aged woman dressed in gray priest robes.

“Hello, Dragon Knight! I’m Rupert, assigned to handle your errands!”

This seemed to be the errand boy that the man who guided Rita here said would wait on the first floor. Looking at the boy greeting her with sparkling eyes, she was reminded of someone with similar blue hair.

‘He strangely resembles Lucas. Could it be…’

Rita stopped the thought, thinking it was baseless speculation, and greeted him.

“Hello, Rupert.”

“Hehe. Here are the items you requested, Dragon Knight! Please check if anything is missing!”

The boy set down the large wooden box he was carrying at Rita’s feet. Rita checked the contents with her eyes.

‘Hmm… this should be enough to somehow make Oath concentrate.’

She nodded.

“It’s sufficient, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it! Oh, and this person is…”

The boy with a beaming smile looked toward the priest beside him. The priest with neatly pinned brown hair mixed with gray took over.

“I am Dorin Shadea, a servant who worships the merciful and only Sha.”

She approached Rita sitting on the bed with a smile.

“I heard you said to prioritize the seriously wounded, but the urgent patients have already been treated. Besides, I heard you’re also seriously injured, Dragon Knight. Could you show me your wounds?”

The priest reached for the bandages wrapped around Rita’s arm. Rita pulled back, avoiding her touch.

“It’s fine, Priest. I…”

Suddenly her words trailed off.

This was an era when people didn’t know that divine power wasn’t some divine blessing but merely a transformation of Oaths like magic power. Not even 1770 when the Church Nation’s separation had somewhat reduced religious influence, but 821 when religious authority was so powerful that the Holy Empire dominated the continent.

‘If I say I have a constitution with adverse reactions to divine power in this era… I might be branded as something demonic.’

She was already a suspicious foreigner accompanied by a Black Dragon, a strange and fearsome creature. While sweeping away the Heresy Inquisitors with dragon’s breath had saved everyone, it was also an extremely terrifying scene.

People had burned alive while melting. Even for Rita, who had experienced all sorts of horrible battlefields, such deaths weren’t common.

She recalled the reactions of people who had looked on in terror when Gid bared his teeth while protecting her. The groans and screams, the desperate faces.

‘I must avoid being seen as a repulsive existence.’

Since she and Gid were treated as one entity, if she was viewed strangely, Gid would also be seen as ominous. When he should be revered as a sacred being like in the founding myths, she couldn’t bear such a risk.

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