Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 57: Aswad 4 of 15 “To Act” (Part 03)
“Princess!!!”
Laura immediately knelt down in front of him and used recovery magic to defend the life of Princess Ulla. Regardless of the body that had reached its limit from earlier, Laura still forced herself to use magic. Magic circles appeared on both palms that were at his direction towards Princess Ulla, emitting green light particles for recovery. The High Elf's hand trembled looking at the blood rushing from his Master's neck, making a glimpse of his magic structure interrupted.
“Se-Seriously?! Princesses!”
“Yang is right!”
“Ti-No way ...”
Ul’ma Lilitra, Magda Klitea, and Notmarina Clienta immediately help Laura use recovery magic to sustain the life of the Princess. They ran and knelt around him, then concentrated the recovery to stop the severe bleeding. However, still the wound could not be covered and the woman's consciousness of purple hair did not return.
The first to realize it was Notmarina, she stopped her magic and stared desperately. Ul’ma and Magda also stopped the magic, trembling fearfully and sadly looking at the bright purple hair woman lying on the floor. Not accepting the facts, Laura continued to use her magic and tried to close the wound on her Master's neck.
The ship's wooden shavings stuck too deep and in a very vital place, destroying blood vessels and breaking the neck bone. The blood that flowed until welled up, soaked the two legs of Laura who was kneeling down with her face increasingly pale.
“Laura, The Princess already ...”
“Why did you stop! Notmarina! Quickly use your recovery magic!! Please! Wounds like this must be easy for you, ‘kan?! Please! Save Princess Ulla!!”
Laura was so frustrated, asking hysterically and completely unwilling to accept reality. He continued to use his magic, ignoring his dying body and blood flowing from his nose and mouth due to extreme fatigue.
Then .., in the end his consciousness slowly faded and could not maintain his magic.
The short blonde woman collapsed onto Princess Ulla limply. Sensing the coldness of the female body he had cared for for a dozen years, Laura's tears could no longer swaddle and began to sob. It was the second time he lost the figure that gave him the meaning of life, the sense of pain was inevitable and in silence he let go of his cries.
Cloudy clouds began to rain rapidly, as if the world wanted to wash away her tears. He cried, whined and kept saying, “Ulla ..., please, wake up .... Don't leave me in a place like this .... Please .... I don't want to lose anymore .... I'm sick of all that .... Ulla, I beg you, wake up ...”
His colleagues just fell silent. Although the sound of the heavy rain erased Luara's sad cry, they clearly knew the sadness of his partner. Can't do anything, they just limp with a sense of despair. The waves got bigger and made the ship shake, the rain grew heavier and mixed with the fierce lightning above the sky.
Compare directly to it ....
The blond woman's cry grew louder, never stopping and tightly clenched the body of the Princess. However —
Princess Ulla's eyeballs suddenly opened, a magic circle appeared on her forehead and the woman who should have been a corpse moved back and spoke in Laura's arms.
“Resurrection terms scanned, unmet. Alternative ego recovery conditions, not met. Sorting out the options from 5,000 algorithm arrays is done, done. Option 4,876 selected, executed. Done it. Body scan performed, critical condition confirmed. Carotid arteries are severely damaged, the neck bones are damaged and have deformities. Confirmed foreign objects nesting and being the cause. Confirmed body blood loss almost reached 40% .... Body damage rate A, recovery action performed,”
Red streaks of light began to appear on the body of Princess Ulla, sourced from the heart and slowly spread and then again focused on the wound on her neck. Wood chips as big as two nesting pencils slowly began to expand into Ether, then absorbed by the body to close the existing external wound.
“Blooding stopped. The process of repair of the neck bone is carried out ..”
Crek! The sound of the neck bones returning to their positions was heard. The light began to return to Princess Ulla's cornea, making her look alive and her body began to warm up. Seeing this, Laura and her comrades could only stare confusedly full of anxiety mixed with fear. They could only be silent at the strangeness, unable to believe that one could rise from the dead in such a manner.
The bright purple haired female who looked like a corpse came out from Laura's arms, stood up and glimpsed her eyeballs spinning chaotically, then sharply gazed towards the High Elf blonde hair before her. Princess Ulla's blood pooled and mixed with rain quickly turned into particles of light, glowing dimly and drifting into the air forming a solid cube. The blood-red cube was as big as a palm, drifting into Princess Ulla's chest and into her body.
“Master ... Or’iama ..?” said Laura.
“Confirmation of personality generation. Not completed. Incomplete generation is selected, completed. One of the 101 Code algorithm arrays is executed ...”
The magic circle on Princess Ulla's forehead disappeared, then at a glance her body was again filled with red circuit lines and a recovery process was carried out. The wound was tightly closed, the blood that came out was partially returned to the body and he was completely recovered physically.
The atmosphere became silent, the center of attention of the Fairy Soldiers was focused on the purple-haired female standing in the middle. The torrential rain made the woman's pony hair fall down, covering her face and expression. They stood up, full of curiosity but too afraid to ask.
Anxious, Laura approached and wanted to get rid of the woman's bangs so she could see her face. However, his hand was instantly captured and the tadpole held tightly.
“You ..., failed to protect it, huh? Not this self thought would return to the world in this way.”
“A— You ...”
Laura was very familiar with her way of speaking, so nostalgic and made her mood mix. He was happy to see his Master rise again, but at the same time he felt great sadness at the loss of the Princess he loved.
“True ..., this is me. You have told me about the condition of personality recovery, right? If my daughter is killed, it means you ..”
“Bu-Not!” Laura quickly refuted, she pulled her hand from Princess Ulla and shakily said, “A-I don't want the Princess to die!! This ....”
“Yes, I understand ...” The purple haired woman raised her face, revealed a different sad expression and said, “This imperfect awakening, is unmistakable .... His personality is still there, this is just a temporary damage before the repair? Irregular conditions, yes. Not myself this thought there would be a strange moment like this.”
“Master Or’iama ..?”
“Su-Really it was you?”
“Ti-Cannot .... So what happened to the Princess? Why ...”
Ul’ma Lilitra, Magda Klitea, and Notmarina Clienta doubt the resurrection of the figure that gives strength to them. Such a thing was only known to Laura, to the advanced generation Fairy Soldiers like them such information was enough to make the feelings mix up.
Turning around and looking back at Laura, the woman asked, “Why are you putting on such a face? Is ... You are not happy that I am back alive?”
“Master ... what did you mean?” asked Laura pale.
“As I said, this is imperfect generation.”
“Why ...? Not that Princess Ulla is still a teenager .... His age is still ...”
“Hmm .... You know, my daughter's in the adult phase. In prototype, did you not count the time when he was still in the stabilizer tube?”
Both of Laura's eyes were wide open, she completely missed it and indeed she calculated the age of Princess Ulla from the first time she took her out of the Ma’tar Laboratory. With a tremble, he stepped back in a chaotic and confused feeling of what to do.
“You don't need to worry ...” The purple haired woman walked over, stretched out her hand and touched Laura's right cheek gently. While putting on a faint smile, he said, “Take it easy, I am here. Can you explain the situation, prototype? Well, more or less I guessed it from my daughter's memory this ...”
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The city of Mylta, in the Main Church neighborhood, is located near the upper-class settlement sphere and city officials. Heavy rain that fell made people shelter on the terrace or under the edge of the building tile. The rain was mixed with lightning, rumbling sounds, wind and it looked dark up there.
Water descends into the tile and soil, continues to descend and mix the soil up into the irrigation canal and make a strong groove there. Gurgling filled the entire place, speeding up to limit visibility.
On the Mylta City Main Church building, Odo stood on the front porch and glimpsed at the steps in front with his eyes flat. Rainwater flowed down from one rung to another, at a glance reminiscent of a place. Closing his eyes for a moment, he turned his gaze towards the dark sky continuously moving towards the mountainous area. Taking a deep breath, the young man in black hair muttered, “So, yes .... Information from Rhea was original, means now there ...”
The cornea of the young man's eyes flashed greenly, getting some images and conclusions from the incident that was a great distance away from where he was standing now. Amidst the daydream of the young man always wearing the white shirt suit and black pants, the main door of the shelter opened and someone from inside came out.
“You're not in?” ask Nanra. The silvery-white-haired little girl put on an exasperated expression, pulling the young man's brown robe in a slightly rough manner.
Odo turned his head, smiled slightly and said, “Is your weekly school done?”
“Hmm!” Nanra looked away, then started grumbling, “Because you invited me here, I was pulled by Mbak Siska into class and scolded ..” Slightly glancing at the little one with curiosity, the girl asked, “What the hell would it be like to come here? We're busy, aren't we? Until a waste of time in a place like this ..”
“Place like this, yes?” Odo turned to face Nanra, slightly staring intently and firmly saying, “This is one of the centers of Magic Rice in this city, loh.”
“Nadi ... magic?” Nanra was a little confused by the foreign term, she got closer and asked, “Is that something to do with the silver board you left behind in the hills and forests?”
“Yeah, more or less like that ...”
Odo looked towards the city. From where it stands, the stairs look down and continue straight can be seen the city quite clearly. The Main Church was built on a hill not only to look striking as a center of worship, but also a place to maintain the flow of city magic.
Looking back at the layout of the buildings in the city, Odo closed his mouth with his right hand and muttered, “Everything can indeed be used for the structure. If not mistaken this city was designed by one of Luke's ancestors, is he a Magician? But considering Luke is now a member of the Swordsman family, it feels a little strange ..”.
“What are you talking about?” nanra asked astonished to see the young man fall silent.
“Neg .... Looks like the rain will be long, huh?”
“Hmm, we're stuck here. Because you want to stop by everything ...”
“Nanra!!” someone from within the Main Church called out to the little girl. But he remained silent and did not answer.
Glancing at Nanra, Odo said, “Called tuh .... Mbak Siska, ‘kan?”
“Pa-Most just told to take lessons as a nun ...” Nanra looked away, with a worried face she said, “A-I have no aspirations to be a puritan.”
“Hmm .... Though it would be good if you could recovery magic, too bad.”
“Eh?” Nanra immediately looked at the black-haired youth enthusiastically, then pulled back her robe and asked, “Do you need that kind of magic? Don't you have high-level regeneration magic?”
“Regeneration it needs Mana. If my Mana runs out, of course it won't be active. In contrast to that, the recovery done from the outside was almost the same as dividing Mana with others.”
“True also ...” Nanra looked away, thought of some things and muttered, “Maybe not bad also follow the lesson that Nesta really likes.”
The main door of the church opened, a woman with the appearance of a nun came out and immediately looked towards Nanra. He is one of the leading priests in the city, the nanny of the children of the Incara orphanage, Siska Inkara. The blue-eyed woman immediately grabbed Nanra's ear and rebuked, “Why do you like to run away from class, anyway? Though brother only turned away for a while, but instead immediately bolos—”
Siska's sentence came to a halt when she saw Odo, she stared in surprise and immediately stopped dragging Nanra. The silvery-white-haired little girl immediately hid behind Odo, stared intently and began to growl like a kitten fighting with her mother. Being such a shield, Odo glimpsed his eyes and sighed.
“Yo, Sister Siska ..” The young man acted relaxed, raising his hands chest-high to say hello and asked, “Is everything smooth? That ..., about the proposed terms and the education improvement I suggested.”
Siska slightly flinched, stopped dumbly and replied, “So far smoothly, Mr. Odo. Purchase of tools, allowances for teachers and creation of copies of teaching books has been done.”
“Hmm, thank goodness. Then let me ask you one thing. Besides teaching, what teachers here usually work on other days? Classes are only available on Sundays, ‘kan?”
“Work ...?”
“Ya, working.”