The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72

“There’s nothing particularly distinctive about it. It seems more like Pascal’s wishful thinking than your oath.”

“Distinctive?”

“General Oathbinders set their own oath contents, but all our oaths were decided by that damn Pascal, right? I figured out what that bastard’s criteria were by looking at the experiment records and that book.”

Olivia gestured with her chin toward ‘Pascal’s History’ placed in front of Rita and continued speaking.

“The heroic tales section of that history book records everything about how we lived our lives. Pascal looked at that and decided our oaths for us. The more an Oath’s content matches the person’s disposition or beliefs, or reflects their essence, the better the effect.”

“Ha, so there was a reason why ‘obey your master’ became my oath? That damn me in the history book refused orders and acted on my own will, screwing everything up and dying. In the end, it means I shouldn’t make judgments with my own head.”

“Well, I think Ethan, if you were let loose, you’d probably snap your comrades’ necks during training and even attack Pascal, so that’s why he set your oath like that. Looking at the heroic tales, you completely massacred the assassination organization that raised you.”

“Those were bastards who should have died long ago, so I killed them with the mindset of disposing of trash. You think I would have killed even the poor Pascal comrades?”

“So what did you do to all the kids who received assassination training with you?”

“They deserved to die, those bastards?”

“In the end, you killed all your assassin comrades! Reasons and excuses aside, what do you think Pascal thought when he saw that? He probably thought this crazy bastard would go wild without a leash, so he made that kind of oath, you snot storage container!”

“Hey, but if my head only contains snot, wouldn’t that be great evidence that I need a master to think and decide for me instead?”

“…Now that I hear it, that’s actually a valid point too.”

After bickering with Ethan for a while, Oli looked back at Rita, who was sitting there blankly with a somehow tired face.

“Anyway Rita, we all received oaths related to our personal histories or dispositions based on the heroic tales. That Ethan bastard over there too, and my oath being ‘I will never stop learning for life’ is the same.”

“What’s different about my oath?”

“You, that is, um, you in Pascal’s history, for example, if you had lived obsessed with revenge after losing someone precious to a magical beast, it wouldn’t be strange to have an oath like yours now. But that wasn’t the case.”

Olivia sighed and added.

“Your oath has nothing to do with Lillieta’s life or disposition in history. That’s why it’s strange.”

“My life in Pascal’s history…”

She had been curious about this anyway. What kind of life did the past me, or rather, the future me from the current timeline’s perspective, live to be recorded in history and summoned by Pascal?

Rita glanced at the leather-covered book without a title. Following her gaze to the book, Olivia let out another deep sigh.

“Rita, actually that history book was hundreds of volumes. It was so damn extensive that I nearly died trying to memorize it, damn it, anyway, that book is what I selected and organized from just what we needed.”

“That was hundreds of volumes?”

When Rita’s mouth fell open, Oli made an expression like she wanted to vomit just thinking about it.

“Exactly 387 volumes. In the end, I couldn’t memorize it all, so I had to create a memory spell and engrave it in my head. Anyway, after learning about your returned identity, I spent the past few days digging through it again to find and organize information about ‘Lillieta del Nisa Raskail’… and it was somewhat unexpected.”

Olivia paused to choose her words. Ethan became more impatient than Rita and asked.

“Why are you stopping mid-sentence? What was her life like?”

“…She died young. Before even reaching twenty.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Ethan and Rita questioned simultaneously. Oli rubbed her temples as if her head was throbbing and recited.

“December 1766, Noblewoman Lillieta of Raskail, died of illness at age 16 due to sudden pneumonia complications. As a result, the marriage talks with the Crown Prince naturally fell through… This is the last record of Lillieta left in history.”

Ethan’s eyes widened. Rita blinked and spoke in a bewildered voice.

“I died at 16? I’m 20 now and living just fine…?”

“Well, this is the history of what would have happened if Pascal hadn’t summoned us from the past. Many things have already changed since we returned. It means if you hadn’t been kidnapped by Pascal at age 10 and had grown up normally, you would have died of pneumonia at 16.”

“No, damn it, she’s a noblewoman. What were the priests and personal physicians doing while a duke’s daughter died of pneumonia?”

Ethan interjected, grinding his teeth. Oli glared at Rita, or more precisely at Lillieta’s body, and answered.

“It’s all because of that damn body. You were famous for being sickly, right? The reason you were frail from childhood wasn’t just being born weak, but also due to your unusual constitution.”

“My constitution is unusual? How do you know that?”

Rita asked as if hearing this for the first time. Olivia tried to push up non-existent glasses with her fingertips, then clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.

“Who do you think examined you when you fainted after shooting Matan at the Kraken? You think Gid would entrust you, who collapsed from using Oaths, to Imperial Palace physicians who don’t even know what Oaths are? Sera is in the Shadea Theocracy so she couldn’t come, and I was nearby so I did it. That’s when I found out.”

Her olive-colored eyes stared directly at Rita.

“Rita, you know your Oath aptitude increased after returning, right?”

“That… I did a simple test right before making the oath.”

“A simple test. I tested your aptitude more precisely. And honestly, I still can’t believe the results. Rita, you’re rated as ‘unmeasurable.'”

“Oath aptitude is unmeasurable? What kind of bullshit is that?”

Ethan asked incredulously. Olivia shrugged and poured out an explanation.

“The Command’s standard Oath aptitude grades are determined based on the body’s reaction when Oath concentrate is injected into blood vessels, right? From F-grade where dangerous side effects like seizures occur, to higher grades when there are fewer problems – B if you only feel slight heat or itching, A if there are no abnormalities, and S if your condition actually improves.”

“Who doesn’t know that? We’re all A-grade and Gid is S, but Rita Pascal was C-grade alone. She gets fever and vomits when using too many Oaths, yet watching her pull off all sorts of crazy stunts to boost output made me feel normal.”

Ethan grumbled irritably. Oli frowned deeply as if bad memories surfaced, then barely smoothed her expression and continued.

“Right, that’s how it was. But do you know what happened when I injected Oath concentrate into Rita’s body now?”

“You think Gid would let you do that barbaric measurement those Command bastards use on Rita? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Of course I prepared all safety measures and measured carefully, you damn decorative eyeball! You think I’d mess around with Rita? Shut up for a bit!”

Olivia threw a sofa cushion at Ethan then continued speaking to Lillieta.

“The bruises and wounds healed.”

“What…?”

“Rita, you had small bruises and scratches on the back of your knees and feet from running around the deck barefoot with your legs over the railing, right? They weren’t serious injuries so I left them to treat after the examination… but when I injected the Oath concentrate, they all healed. The tense muscles relaxed too… like I’d poured healing potion on you.”

Rita and Ethan were silently shocked, knowing well how absurd such results were.

It meant having a constitution that accepted a substance – which would be fortunate if it wasn’t poison to ordinary people, and would be called amazing even if digested like a nutritional supplement – like some kind of panacea.

As an Oathbinder, it was truly tremendous talent.

“It’s a result that can’t be evaluated by existing grade standards. But this isn’t entirely good news… First, although your threshold became tremendously high thanks to your ridiculous aptitude, you’ll still have problems if you use Oaths beyond your limit. You understand this since you saw Gid’s rampage, right?”

“Of course.”

Having helped calm down Gid Pascal, who went berserk from Oath overuse despite being S-grade aptitude, she couldn’t not know. Good Oath aptitude means having a high threshold for accepting Oaths, not having no limits.

When Rita nodded, Oli pointed at her chest with her index finger.

“But now your body accepts Oaths well, but is extremely vulnerable to transformations of Oaths like mana, divine power, and aura. The repulsion is much more severe than ordinary people.”

“That means…”

“You have a constitution that reacts violently to healing magic and divine power. Powers that are healthy for other people become something that drains your stamina. In the end, to properly treat you, we’d need to use Oaths, but if you’re in an Oath overuse state or already have problems from Oath overuse… the situation becomes really fucking bad, right?”

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