Roel took a glance at the notifications of the System before struggling to push his body upward. It was excruciatingly painful, but he managed to adjust his position so that he could see into the center of the gathering of golden butterflies, where a safe Charlotte stood. Seeing this, he heaved a sigh of relief.
A crisp cracking sound echoed from his arm. Perhaps it was due to the tension leaving his body, such that his bone felt that there was no need to hold on anymore, but just trying to raise his body up was actually enough to cripple his arm.
Having lost his support, Roel ended up tumbling headfirst into the ashes. He coughed twice before managing to flip himself over. Instinctively, he wanted to pop his bone back in place, but after a moment’s reflection, he dropped the idea.
Forget it. Instead of popping it back in place, I might just end up crippling my other arm too.
Knowing just what kind of condition his body was in, Roel sighed deeply. There was still some crimson mana lingering on his body, caused by his deep undead reanimation state. It was normal for his brittle bones to fracture.
He was trying his best to think happy thoughts to divert his attention away from reality so as to remain optimistic. Looking at the blue sky that Peytra left behind on her departure, he couldn’t help but feel that the world was such a wonderful place. Anyone would think the same after surviving the stifling despair Sire Darkness brought with it.
The dawn sun had already fully risen, and the surging seas gradually calmed. The world reverted back to normal. Looking at the vast, boundless scenery before him, an irrepressible joy broke free from Roel’s heart. There were many difficulties along the way, but he still succeeded in protecting the person he wanted to.
It has only been a few days, but I really do miss home. I want a few days of rest without having to look at anymore ancient records. If anyone dares talk about work in front of me, I swear that I’ll wrangle their neck… Well, maybe except for Charlotte, Roel thought to himself.
He waited patiently for the black fog to bring him over to the gathering of golden butterflies, but when he took another look at his surroundings, he suddenly frowned in confusion.
Huh? Am I hallucinating, or am I heading in the wrong direction?
For some reason, it seemed like he was heading further and further away from the golden butterflies.
“Hahaha, I must be too tired. Peytra is the Earth Goddess, so how could she possibly mistake her directions?”
Roel tried to laugh the matter off, but this self-deception wasn’t going to last for long, especially not when the gathering of golden butterflies had grown so far away that he could hardly see them anymore.
Roel’s mouth was agape for a moment before he broke
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