The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73

Rita gaped in shock at the startling revelation.

“Really? I really have such a strange constitution?”

“I’ll need to do more tests to be sure, but I’m 99 percent certain. Healing magic and divine power are equally bad for your body. Even if they have immediate effects, long-term they’re practically poison. At least potions made from herbs seem fine. Probably because using natural ingredients naturally contains a lot of pure Oath. That’s why, conversely, healing potions are medicines that ordinary people need to be careful about addiction with.”

Oli let out a short groan and shook her head.

“Rita, in Pascal’s history, you… were born sickly but as a precious princess, you would have received all sorts of healing magic and divine power from childhood. Without knowing that it was bad for your body… Anyway, it would have appeared to recover temporarily, and people of this era didn’t even know Oaths existed.”

“…Then my body would have gotten weaker over time.”

“Right, it’s recorded as a rare case in Magic Tower history.”

Olivia pulled the book that had been placed in front of Rita and opened to the 7th part of the hero’s tale. She pointed with her finger and read along the slightly messy handwriting that seemed hastily transcribed.

“Princess Lillieta of Raskail seems to have a peculiar constitution that reacts sensitively to magic power. Currently, we’ve concluded she can’t even withstand healing magic, so we’ve called for a priest… Look at this.”

Oli sighed again.

“We know, don’t we? That magic power and divine power are ultimately the same in that they’re transformations of Oaths. They only appear different because of whether the user is a processing type or transfer type. But people of this era don’t know that, so when they used divine power to treat pneumonia, her stamina dropped instead and Lillieta died from rapid deterioration.”

“Hearing that story, I understand now.”

Rita rubbed her face dry and said.

“When I was young, I was so weak I couldn’t even run, but after returning it wasn’t that severe. My body was much better compared to childhood, so I wondered why, but it seems my body grew in that coffin… without contact with magic power or divine power, so it became relatively healthy.”

“Probably so. No, I’m almost certain of it. And well, you’ll be fine from now on. You’re an Oathbinder now.”

Oli continued with a bitter smile.

“Carrying lots of Oaths in your body and using them freely will actually help your health, unlike other Oathbinders. Since you have Oaths in your body, minor magic power or divine power won’t make your body go crazy… So you don’t need to worry much from now on.”

“Ah.”

“Instead, be careful not to receive healing magic or divine power treatment when you’re injured, and always carry potions with you. You’ll be hopeless if you overuse Oaths, so be absolutely careful not to overuse them. Your limit should be higher than even Gid’s, so that probably won’t happen… Damn, thinking about it, like hell it won’t happen – it’s Rita Pascal, so I’m fucking anxious.”

[Resolution: Grace will stop the user before such a thing happens.]

[Request: User, please convey this artificial spirit’s resolution to the creator.]

Rita looked down at the voice echoing in her head and saw an opal butterfly with its antennae stretched stiffly and wings spread as wide as possible.

‘Did I act that anxiously…? Even when things looked dangerous, I did them because I calculated they were manageable. All the results turned out well too.’

She felt a bit wronged, but since she had committed sins, if she voiced these feelings she’d probably get strangled by Oli, so she decided to obediently relay the artificial spirit’s words.

“Grace says she’ll stop me so that won’t happen.”

“Oh, how admirable? She knows her creation purpose very well.”

Oli brightened and smiled at the butterfly still sitting on Rita’s fingertip.

“I’m counting on you, damn… Grace. You know, right? Let’s do well?”

The butterfly trembled and slowly backed away toward its owner. Olivia snorted and glared at Rita again.

“Rita, you know you’ll die by my hands if you go around without Grace.”

“…Don’t worry, I’ll carry her well.”

“Damn Rita Pascal, not only is survival instinct missing from your brain, now even your body is like paper. My head hurts.”

Lillieta quickly changed the subject so Olivia wouldn’t nag more.

“Then… if I died young in Pascal’s history, why did Pascal summon me? I wasn’t even a hero recorded in history.”

She had secretly hoped to hear how her name might have been remembered, so she was slightly disappointed, but there were more important issues now. She buried the minor disappointment and focused on the question.

Olivia narrowed her eyes and answered the question.

“Just as he said. You were an exception.”

“So why? Why did I become the exceptional case he revived when I wasn’t even a hero?”

“Your talent is ridiculous.”

“…Ah.”

“You know it yourself, don’t you? Your Oath aptitude sucks, but Oath control, analytical ability, processing ability… all your other abilities are excellent. The original ‘Lillieta’ even had exceptional aptitude. Pascal would covet that. If only she had awakened to Oaths, she would have been incredible, but she was born in the wrong era and died young as a genius… I’d want to revive and use someone like that too.”

“But I died young without being recorded in history. How did he know of my existence?”

“Maybe he discovered you while searching every corner of history books for more talent to summon? Since there are records in the Magic Tower about your peculiar constitution, he might have gotten curious… From what I heard about your kidnapping process, it seems he possessed ‘Hanna’ to directly observe you, so he would have been even more certain of your talent.”

Olivia shrugged and added.

“That’s how you became an ‘exception’… Since there are no particular records in history, he probably attached his own wish to your oath.”

“That’s why my first weapon was oddly a dagger, and why the memories injected through training were shoddy and lacking only for me.”

“You had no memories of a prime period to inject in the first place. He probably just mixed in random memories for you. He couldn’t choose what weapon suited you either, since nothing was recorded in history… It’s amazing you managed to pass training in such a shitty situation.”

She clicked her tongue and continued speaking to Rita, who was making an awkward expression.

“Anyway, now I understand everything. Why you had a completely different appearance in the ash era from now, and why the person who resembles you from that time is your maid.”

“Yeah, I get it too.”

“Fuck, am I the only one who can’t follow the story? What is it? Why does her maid resemble Rita Pascal?”

Ethan, who had been listening quietly, cursed and asked. When Olivia frowned at his stupidity, Rita quickly explained to him.

“In Pascal’s history, I died young without descendants.”

“You talk about dying young so fucking casually.”

“Well… that’s already changed history. I won’t die young in the future, so there’s no need to worry about it. Anyway, in the history Pascal knows, I left no descendants. But Maid Hanna’s descendants would have continued to the ash era.”

“Ah?”

“So Pascal chose Dorothy, a child who was Hanna’s descendant, as the body to possess my soul into since I had no descendants. I think after targeting me, he was looking for suitable possession candidates among my associates’ descendants and that child was unlucky enough to be chosen.”

Olivia interjected.

“This also explains why Rita had particularly severe paralysis symptoms among the Pascals. We had less possession side effects since we were in bodies of blood-related descendants, but she was forcibly shoved into a complete stranger’s body, so it was bound to go haywire. Rita was an exception in many ways to him.”

“It would have been a new experiment. Maybe he was trying to increase the types of resurrectees using me as a sample?”

“It’s possible. Since all the existing Pascal’s Children failed to return, maybe he was trying to create different cases… You were actually the first to succeed in returning.”

“Speaking of that story.”

Rita recalled what Gid had said.

“…I found out after you died. Your death was… different.”

“If you ceased to exist in the future, maybe you returned to the past. By chance, miraculously. I clung to that hope and worked hard. So our return was inevitable.”

“I…”

What happened after I died, and how did you all return.

She was about to ask again the question she hadn’t gotten an answer to because the conversation had drifted, but stopped. She sensed someone approaching through her spread Oaths.

Olivia must have detected it with magic too, as she closed the basket lid and handed Rita the history book.

“Someone’s coming. Take this.”

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