219. Elsia (2)
#219
“I’m transfusing my twin brother Abel’s blood.”
“···What’s wrong?”
Ronan frowned. She would have been less embarrassed if I had told her that she had to pick up dog poop and eat it. He, who had been dumbfounded, opened his mouth.
“Why do we have to do that?”
“The reason the Savior’s wounds are not healing right now is because there is not enough blood. And the blood of any race doesn’t match that person’s. “It’s definitely true because the Savior said it himself.”
Elthea explained that Abel used poison made from his own blood when he stabbed the savior. The poison that weakens strength and rots wounds was a strategy to defeat a brother who was much stronger than himself.
And the operation was successful. The savior, who had lived for an incalculable amount of time, became terminally ill, and Elthea, the great spiritist, became a caregiver for the sick.
She said she tried everything to heal her savior. I gathered whatever medicinal ingredients I could find to make a cure, and delved into healing magic for which I had no aptitude.
There have been countless treatments developed over a period of over a thousand years, but none of them have had any significant effect. She spoke in a somewhat somber voice.
“So I was making a plan. A plan to save Abel’s blood. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a solution.”
Elthea sighed deeply. What made sense was that the opponent was the leader of Nebula Clazier and a swordsman of a level comparable to that of a savior.
Taking his blood was almost impossible, no matter how powerful Elsia was. Because he was in hiding, he couldn’t reveal his identity.
‘That’s difficult.’
Ronan twisted his lips. Aside from his embarrassment, I thought he showed great sincerity. Even if they were biological parents, it was questionable whether they would be able to devote themselves to this level.
“By the way, Elthea. “Is there a reason you work so hard?”
“yes?”
“You are extremely devoted to your savior. As if helping this person for thousands of years wasn’t enough, saving this person seems to have become the purpose of my life. “I thought there might be some story behind it.”
Suddenly, I became curious about the identity of a woman named Elsia. Come to think of it, she was only preoccupied with the savior and the traitor, and knew nothing about this person. Elsia, who had been hesitant, opened her mouth.
“Uhm… the savior literally saved my life. “I can only say this.”
“Salvation.”
She avoided answering by smiling awkwardly. Ronan didn’t bother to ask further, as it seemed like there was something she couldn’t tell about.
At first, my head was pounding because I heard so much information. His interest again turned to the Savior’s cure.
blood. I need blood. After thinking for a moment, Ronan opened her mouth.
“Well, wouldn’t my blood, your child, be effective?”
“iced coffee. Of course I tried saying that, but the Savior wasn’t very keen. He also added that even if it were possible, it would be less effective because the blood would be thinner.”
“Then you’re saying you haven’t tried it yet.”
Suddenly Ronan rolled up his left arm sleeve. Her arms, toned with her muscles, were revealed. He said, looking at Elthea who was embarrassed.
“Pull it out.”
“Well, you can’t do that. “From the beginning, the Savior said he didn’t want to use his child’s blood.”
“I just said I didn’t feel like it, I didn’t mean I shouldn’t use it even if I die.”
“that···.”
“Elthea. I need to talk to that person. “There are a lot of questions to ask, and you may be able to find a clue to save Abel’s blood.”
There was impatience in Ronan’s voice. She had no time to waste. No matter how much victory we had against Nebula Clazier, one year was too short.
“And by the looks of it, I’m quite capable, right?”
Ronan briefly explained the tasks he had solved so far, one by one. He didn’t like it because it seemed like he was campaigning, but he couldn’t help but tease this stubborn person.
Every time she heard the names of the executives Ronan had killed, such as Brigia, Terranil, and Varka, her eyes wavered. Elsia raised an eyebrow as she heard some of Dawn’s powers.
“You can get support from the imperial army? “Were you a soldier?”
“Well, it’s similar.”
“If it’s definitely at that level…”
Elthea started muttering something to herself. It seemed that she had found her hope in obtaining Abel’s blood. As she was contemplating, she slowly remembered.
“great. “Let’s give it a try.”
Elthea left the room. She was going to pick up the tools needed for blood collection and transfusion. She was just watching the situation and Ade Shan asked her worriedly.
“Ronan. “Are you okay?”
“There must be something special. “I’ll go back as soon as I finish this.”
“huh? “It’s okay for me to stay a little longer… He’s the father I’ve been looking for.”
“I was looking for a savior, not a father.”
Ronan turned to his savior. To be honest, he still didn’t really feel it. He made grandiose claims about being the savior and the founder of Nebula Clage, but in reality, to Ronan, this man was a bastard who not only abandoned her mother and children, but even placed a curse on them.
‘My sister had a hard time.’
Ronan clicked his tongue as he remembered his snoring days. Of course, Ronan in the image world was angry at the death of his savior and fought with Abel. However, that was because Abel was so young and he did not know that this man was his father.
The reason Ronan gave his blood was only to keep the promise he made to the general in his previous life. Because he said he was going to save the world, and to do that, he needed this man’s help. While I was thinking about this and that, Elthea came back.
“I’m ready. “Would you like to come by for a moment?”
In her hands were various tools needed for blood transfusion, including a syringe and a tube. The work was completed much faster than expected.
Elthea, who had been a doctor for over a thousand years, instantly transfused the blood drawn from Ronan into the savior. Ronan, who was rubbing the needle marks, laughed.
“It’s fast.”
“Because it’s something I do every time. “I don’t have any expectations, but I hope there is progress.”
Blood was flowing along the tube connected to the savior’s right arm. When I think about it, I always ended up bleeding because I was injured, but this was my first time donating blood in such a regular way.
Unlike Ronan and Adeshan, who were secretly looking forward to it, Elthea’s face was dull and calm. It seemed to her to be a side effect of repeating her expectations and disappointments over a long period of time.
We were killing time by talking about various things. she exclaimed, suddenly making Ade Shan gasp.
“Hey, over there! “I’m awake!”
“I beg your pardon?!”
Ronan and Elthea turned their heads at the same time. Their eyes widened as they looked up at their savior. His closed eyelids were slightly open.
“Three, oh my…! “Are you out of your mind?”
Suddenly, tears flowed down Elthea’s cheeks. Her passionate reaction gave a glimpse of the hard work she had done so far. Ronan, who had been silently looking at him, opened her mouth.
“saver.”
The savior’s eyes were scarlet, as expected. The eyes, which were the color of a sunset, looked exactly like his and Iril’s eyes.
The moment Ronan met his eyes, he instinctively knew that this man was indeed his father. The traitor’s eyes were the same sunset color, but the impression conveyed was different.
I would say it’s awkwardly warm. I felt what was called affection. Elsia, who was shedding tears, tilted her head.
“···Savior?”
But that was all. No matter how long I waited, the savior only blinked and showed no other reaction. The same was true even if all the blood that had been drawn went into it. Ronan, unable to bear it any longer, touched the glass tube with his palm.
“Try saying something.”
But no answer came back. I felt like this was the maximum I could do with my money. Elsia, wiping away her tears, spoke in a bitter tone.
“It’s just as you said. “I think it’s because my blood is light.”
“shit. “Why not just pull out more and put in more?”
“···sorry.”
Ronan chewed his lips after hearing Elthea’s apology. The savior’s words were perfectly correct. Her own blood mixed with that of her human mother seemed not enough to cure this monster.
“Plague…”
Ronan cursed. The savior was still only looking at himself. Only his eyes were barely open, but he seemed to still be conscious.
The two people looked at each other like that for a while. I had to come to a conclusion before my mind became more complicated. Ronan, who was thinking about something, opened his mouth.
“···Elsia. “We’ll go back first.”
“what? “So quickly?”
“yes. There is a risk of being tracked… and there is still work to be done in the north. “I’ll come back later.”
“Aha, then do it. Hai Lan will take her to her destination.”
It felt like I was leaving too quickly, but there was nothing I could do. Now that things were like this, I had to concentrate on saving Abel’s blood.
Moreover, if the church, noticing that Barca was dead, sent a search party, it wouldn’t have been such a disaster. Because that damn tiger was holding the important role of bishop.
I had to finish my work quickly, leave the room, and then come back secretly to proceed with the work. She Ronan and Adeshan immediately began preparing to leave. Elthea said.
“Well, I have something to tell you.”
“ok? “What is it?”
“If you have read the memories, you will know Alibrihe. He heard that he was residing in the dragon city of Aad Ren. “I don’t know if he turned his back on the church like I did, but he did anyway.”
“···Alibrihe?”
Ronan’s eyes widened. She was a name I clearly remembered. Oddly enough, Dragon, whose hobby is making prosthetic hands, was one of the founders of Nebula Clage, just like Elthea. The scene of her left hand being amputated by Abel was still vivid in my mind.
However, it was necessary to find out whether he would become an ally. Judging by the fact that the whip Adeshan was holding was also made by Alibrihe, there was a high possibility that he was still a member of the church. Anyway, this was very valuable information.
“thank you. “I’ll keep this in mind.”
“What. Then shall we go out together? “I have to call Hailan.”
The three people walked towards the exit. Ronan turned his head just before leaving the room. The savior was still staring at him.
“Eight, damn it.”
Ronan, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, clicked his tongue. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn’t have looked back. Warmth was still radiating from his sunset-colored eyes. He mumbled a little and then blurted out.
“Wait just a moment.”
No answer came back. It was natural. Because I was leaving to hear that answer. After saying goodbye, Ronan walked out the door. The iron door closed with the sound of deflating air.
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It was cold and dark outside. Green polar lights were flowing under the starry night sky. Adeshan, who was literally looking up at the house-sized eagle, spoke in a trembling voice.
“This…is it really okay for me to climb on this person’s back?”
“sure. Hyran is my friend. “She herself said that she could grant as many favors as this.”
“Well, then I’ll be grateful…”
Adeshan held Ronan’s hand and climbed on Hyran’s back. She was once again shocked when she saw that it was much higher than she expected.
Elthea even made a saddle for me, but I was still anxious. Elsia, smiling, waved her hand.
“come again. Oh, you have what I gave you, right?”
“For sure.”
Ronan revealed the scrolls in his inner pocket. The rolled-up paper wad had a spatial movement magic engraved on it that could take you directly to the Sea of Ghosts.
Elthea told me that I could use this if something happened or progress was made. She also handed over a bunch of documents summarizing the information she knew about Nebula Clazier, and she thought that if she combined it with the information she had gotten from Barca, she might be able to uncover something really big this time. As Elsia rested her forehead against Hyran, she muttered.
“please.”
-Puyo!
Hyran responded by flapping his wings. Adeshan, startled, hugged Ronan by the neck. Just before takeoff, Ronan remembered something and snapped his fingers.
“By the way, Elthea.”
“yes? “Why are you doing this?”
“I actually didn’t hear the savior’s name.”
I almost didn’t listen and passed on. Elsia opened her eyes wide.
“Oh, really? “It’s not a very difficult name.”
“What is it?”
“Cain.”
The tone of voice was as if it was no big deal. I could hear her face just as clearly as I could see it. It’s Cain. It was indeed not as difficult as I thought and was an ordinary name.
“thank you. “I’ll come again.”
“Ah, thank you… Wow!”
Elthea waved her hand instead of answering. At the same time, Hyran flew up. Quaaaaa! The Prince of Storms soared close to the clouds with just two or three flaps of his wings. The wind roaring in my ears was bitter.
“I’m killing you…!”
“Kyaaaaaaa! “Wow!”
It was a ride comparable to Itargand. Adeshan was screaming with his eyes tightly closed. It was difficult to tell who was a bird between Hai Lan and her.
In the distance, a shimmering light was seen. It was unclear whether Jager’s men were searching for their missing captain or whether the light from the Rundalian cityscape had reached here. Beneath the slowly flapping wings, the sea of floating ice was rippling.
****
The sky was clear. Where the polar lights and dark clouds disappeared, only transparent blue remained, shining. The morning sun rising from beyond the sea was bathing the world.
“Ah… we’ve finally arrived.”
“Thank you. Thanks to you, I came here comfortably…”
The two arrived in Heiran around dawn. There was a bit of a delay in recovering Aradan Turgeng’s body from the Sea of Specters.
-Puiyooooo!
After dropping off Ronan and Adeshan, the Storm Prince returned to Elsia without even looking back. Ronan, who was watching the back quickly moving away, shook his head.
“What a refreshing bird. “Maybe it’s because he takes after his owner.”
“Maybe so…”
Adeshan spoke in a voice dripping with fatigue. Everything that happened last night felt like a dream.
A seed reservoir, a light emitting diode, and even Ronan’s father in a glass tube. All of them were unrealistic stories that would not even appear in novels. Her eyes suddenly fell on Aradan and she muttered worriedly.
“We’ll have to find a place to bury it before it decays.”
“That’s right. “Have I heard from you yet?”
The weretiger boy’s body was lying limply on Ronan’s back. It didn’t matter because it was cold here, but if the temperature rose even a little, the corpse would quickly begin to rot. Adeshan tilted his head when he heard the word “contact.”
“You mean contact?”
“Why, I wrote a letter when I came here…”
Ronan was about to say something. Sensing a familiar presence, the two people turned their heads at the same time.
The silhouette of two people was approaching from a distance in the snowy field. Although there was a significant difference in physique, the energy felt was equally intense. The corners of Ronan’s mouth slowly rose.
“aha. Uncle Emperor, you are also merciful.”
The outline soon became clear. Adeshan’s already large eyes grew even wider. The smaller of the two outlines, Nabi Rose’s grumbling voice, could be heard up to here.
“Why is this happening to me because of you, cat?”
“Have we finally arrived?”
Jaifa stretched out calmly. I couldn’t figure out how he got here since he couldn’t set foot in the North. Ronan took a deep breath and walked towards the two people. Carrying the corpse of the Sword Saint’s son.
