Chapter 219


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    We need to transfuse the blood of his twin brother, Abel.


    What do you mean?


    Ronan furrowed his brows. Even if someone had told him to pick up dirt and eat it, it would have been less perplexing than this. He spoke up, puzzled.


    Why do we have to do something like that?


    Because the Saviors wounds arent healing due to ack of blood. And none of the blood from other races matches his. Since it was the Savior himself who said it, theres no doubt.


    Elysia exined that when Abel attacked the Savior, he used a poison made from his own blood. It was a tactic to weaken his strength and rot his wounds, devised to defeat his brother, who was much stronger than himself.


    And the tactic seeded. The Savior, who had lived for countless ages, fell into a state of imminent death, while Elysia, the Great Spirit Sage, became a mere nurse attending to his illness.


    She said she tried everything to heal the Savior. She searched for herbs to make remedies, even delved into healing magic, which she had no aptitude for.


    Despite the countless remedies developed over a thousand years, none of them had much effect. She spoke with a somewhat gloomy voice.


    So I was making ns. ns to obtain Abels blood. But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldnt find a way.


    Elysia sighed deeply. It was understandable, given that her opponent was the Leader of Neb zier, and a swordmasterparable to the Savior himself.


    Taking his blood was nearly impossible for Elysia, even though she was a powerful Spirit Sage. She couldnt reveal herself due to her circumstances.


    Its difficult.


    Ronan pursed his lips. Despite his perplexity, he felt tremendous dedication. Even if it was his birth parent, he doubted he could be as devoted.


    But, Elysia, why have you been working so hard?


    Yes?


    You are extremely devoted to the Savior. As if helping him for thousands of years wasnt enough, saving him seems to have be the purpose of your life. There must be some backstory.


    Suddenly, Ronan became curious about the identity of this woman named Elysia. He realized that he had been preupied with thoughts about the Savior and the Betrayer, knowing nothing about this person. Hesitating, Elysia spoke up.


    Hmm. the Savior saved my life literally. I can only say this much.


    Saved you.


    She awkwardly smiled, avoiding the question. It seemed there was something she couldnt disclose, so Ronan didnt press further.


    He had taken in too much information at once, and his head was throbbing. His focus returned to finding a cure for the Savior.


    Blood. They needed blood. After pondering for a moment, Ronan spoke up.


    Wait, couldnt my blood, his child, be effective?


    I did consider that possibility, but the Savior didnt seem to approve. Even if it did work, he mentioned it would be less effective since the blood would be thinner.


    Then youre saying you havent tried it yet.


    Suddenly, Ronan rolled up his left sleeve, revealing his muscr arm. He looked at Elysia, who was taken aback.


    Take it.


    I-I cant. Besides, the Savior didnt seem to want to use his childs blood from the beginning,.


    He might not be willing, but he didnt say not to use it even if it means sacrificing himself.


    Thats


    Elysia, I need to talk to him. There are piles of questions to ask, and we might find clues to obtaining Abels blood.


    Impatience crept into Ronans voice. There was no time to waste. Even though they had gained the upper hand against Neb zier, one year was too short.


    And besides, Im quite capable, you know?


    Ronan briefly exined the tasks he had aplished so far. Although he didnt like boasting like this, he had no choice but to provoke her stubbornness.


    With each name of the officials he had dealt with  Brigia, Teralnil, Barka, and so on  Elysias expression wavered. Having heard about some of the powers vested to him as the Dawn, she raised an eyebrow.


    You can receive support from the Imperial Army? Were you a soldier?


    Well, its something simr.


    Given your position, its certainly


    Elysia began to murmur to herself. It seemed that she had found hope in obtaining Abels blood. After pondering for a while, she spoke slowly.


    Alright. Lets give it a try.


    Elysia left the room. She went to fetch the tools needed for blood collection and transfusion. Adeshan, who had been watching the situation anxiously, asked with concern.


    Ronan, are you sure about this?


    Itll be fine. Ill be back as soon as its done.


    Huh? Im okay with you staying a bit longer after all, hes your father that youve been searching for so long.


    Its not my father I had been searching for, but the Savior.


    Ronan nced at the Savior. Honestly, it still didnt feel real. Despite all the grandeur about being the Savior and the founder of Neb zier, to Ronan, this man was simply a bastard who abandoned his mother and sibling, and even put a curse on him.


    My sister went through a lot.


    Ronan remembered the days of struggle during his childhood. Of course, in the Mental World, Ronan fought against Abel in anger over the Saviors death. But that was when he didnt know that this man was his father.


    Giving his blood was solely to fulfill a promise from his past life with the General. He promised to save the world, and to do that, he needed this mans help. Lost in thought, Ronan waited until Elysia returned.


    The preparations areplete. Would you like toe and see?


    In her hands were various tools needed for blood transfusion, including syringes and catheters. The procedure ended much faster than expected.


    Elysia, who had lived as a quasi-doctor for over a thousand years, quickly transfused the blood drawn from Ronan to the Savior. Ronan, who was rubbing his needle mark, chuckled.


    That was fast.


    Its something I do all the time. I dont expect much, but it would be nice to see some progress.


    Blood was flowing through the catheter connected to the Saviors right arm. Come to think of it, he had always just spilled blood from injuries; this was the first time he was donating blood properly.


    While Ronan and Adeshan secretly hoped for progress, Elysias face remained as dry as ever, seemingly unaffected by the anticipation and disappointment she had experienced repeatedly over the years.


    As they chatted to pass the time, Adeshan suddenly gasped and eximed, taking a deep breath.


    L-Look over there! Hes waking up!


    What did you say?!


    Both Ronan and Elysia turned their heads simultaneously. Their eyes widened as they looked up at the Savior. His eyelids, which had been closed, were slightly open.


    My goodness! Are you conscious?


    Suddenly, tears began to stream down Elysias cheeks. Her intense reaction gave a glimpse of the hard work she had done so far. Ronan, who had been silently watching, spoke up.


    Savior.


    As expected, the Saviors eyes were crimson. The sunset-colored eyes were eerily simr to his and Irils.


    As soon as their eyes met, Ronan instinctively realized that this man was indeed his father. Although the Betrayers eyes were also the same sunset color, the impression conveyed was different.


    It felt awkwardly warm, if you will. It felt like what people would call affection. As Elysia wiped away her tears, she smiled bitterly.


    Savior?


    However, that was all. Even after waiting for a while, the Savior only blinked his eyes and showed no other reaction. Even after all the blood drawn from Ronan had been transfused, the situation remained the same. Unable to bear it, Ronan clenched his fists.


    Say something, please.


    But there was no response. It seemed like this was the maximum his blood could do. Elysia, wiping away her tears, spoke in a bitter tone.


    Its just as he said. Its because your blood is too thin.


    Damn it. Cant we try drawing and transfusing more?


    Im sorry.


    Hearing Elysias apology, Ronan gritted his teeth. The Saviors words were correct. It appeared that his mixed blood, tainted with that of a human mother, was insufficient to fix this monster.


    Shit


    Ronan cursed. The Savior continued to stare at him alone. Although his eyes were barely open, he still seemed conscious.


    The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Ronan came to a conclusion before his mind became moreplicated. Ronan, who was pondering something, spoke up.


    Elysia, well go back for now.


    Huh? So soon?


    Yes. Theres a risk of being tracked, and there are still things to be done in the North. Welle backter.


    Oh, I see. Then go ahead. Hyran will take you to your destination.


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    It felt like they were leaving too quickly, but there was no other choice. They had to focus on obtaining Abels blood now.


    Moreover, if Neb zier, noticing Barkas death, sent a search party, it would be a disaster. After all, that damn Weretiger was currently holding the position of Bishop.


    They had to proceed with the work by sneaking back and forth. Ronan and Adeshan began to prepare to leave immediately. Before leaving, Elysia said,


    By the way, I have something to tell you.


    Huh? What is it?


    If you have seen the memories, you should know Alivrihe. I heard that he resides in the Dragon City of Adren. Im not sure if hes left the organization like me, but anyway, thats it.


    Alivrihe?


    Ronans eyes widened. It was a name he clearly remembered. Strangely enough, the dragon, who enjoyed making prosthetics, was also one of the founders of Neb zier, like Elysia. The scene where Abel cut off his left hand was still vivid in his memory.


    But whether he would be an ally remained to be seen. Considering that the whip Adeshan was holding was made by Alivrihe, there was a possibility that he was still affiliated with the organization. In any case, this was valuable information.


    Thank you. Ill keep that in mind.


    Youre wee. Shall we head out together? I need to call Hyran.


    The three of them headed towards the exit. Just before leaving the room, Ronan turned his head. The Savior was still staring at him intently.


    Damn it.


    Ronan clicked his tongue., feeling ufortable. He should have refrained from looking back. Warmth was still radiating from his sunset-colored eyes. With a slight grumble, he mumbled.


    Just wait a bit longer.


    There was no response. That was to be expected. He was leaving to hear that answer. After bidding farewell, Ronan stepped out of the door. With the sound of the wind blowing, the iron door closed.


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    .


    .


    Outside, it was cold and dark. Under the star-studded night sky, green auroras seemed to pour down like stars. Adeshan, who was looking up at the eagle the size of a house, spoke with a trembling voice.


    Can I I mean, can I really ride on his back?


    Of course. Hyran is my friend. He said he can handle any favor.


    Then, Ill be grateful


    Adeshan took Ronans hand and climbed onto Hyrans back. When she saw how much higher it was than she had thought, she gasped again.


    Although Elysia had provided a saddle, she still felt uneasy. Elysia, smiling, waved her hand.


    Come back again. Oh, you have what I gave you, right?


    Of course.


    Ronan revealed the scrolls tucked in his pouch. Each rolled-up piece of paper was inscribed with a space teleportation spell that could take them directly to the Sea of Ghosts.


    Elysia mentioned that they could use it if something happened or if there was progress. She also handed over a bundle of documents containing information she knew about Neb zier, which, whenbined with the information acquired from Barka, could reveal something significant. Whispering while touching foreheads with Hyran, Elysia said,


    Please.


    -Pyyoo!


    Hyran pped his wings in response. Adeshan, startled, hugged Ronans neck tightly. Just before takeoff, Ronan remembered something and snapped his fingers.


    Oh, Elysia.


    Yes? What is it?


    I didnt actually hear the Saviors name.


    He almost missed it. Elysias eyes widened.


    Oh, really? Its not a difficult name.


    What is it?


    Cain.


    It sounded like she didnt think much of it. It was clear, just like when he could finally see his face. Cain. It was indeed a simpler and more ordinary name than expected.


    Thank you. Welle back.


    Th-Thank you ahhh!


    Instead of answering, Elysia waved her hand. At the same time, Hyran took off. Kwaahhh! The Prince of Storms soared towards the distance with just a few ps of his wings. The howling wind in their ears was fierce.


    This is killing me!


    Kyaaah! Ahhhh!


    It was a ride reminiscent of Itargand. Adeshan screamed while clutching Ronans neck. It was hard to tell which one between Hyran and her was the bird.


    In the far distance, a faint flickering light was visible. Whether it was Jaegers subordinates searching for the missingmander or the light from Rundalians city reaching here, it was impossible to tell. Under the slowly pping wings, the icy sea below swayed.


    ****


    The sky was clear. In the ce where the auroras and the clouds disappeared, only transparent blue light remained. The morning sun rising from beyond the sea bathed the world in its light.


    Ugh weve finally arrived.


    Th-Thank you. Thanks to you, it was afortable journey


    The two of them arrived in Heyan at dawn. They were dyed a little longer because they had to recover the body of Aradan Turkon from the Sea of Ghosts.


    -Pyyoooo!


    After dropping off Ronan and Adeshan, the Storm Prince returned to Elysia without even looking back. Watching his rapidly disappearing figure, Ronan nodded his head.


    It feels so refreshing. Maybe because he takes after his master.


    Maybe


    Adeshan said with a voice dripping with fatigue. What happenedst night felt like a dream.


    From the seed repository to the light emitting diodes, to Ronans father in a ss tube. They were all unrealistic stories that wouldnt even appear in novels. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Aradan and she muttered worriedly.


    We need to find a ce to bury his body before it decays.


    Thats right. Still no contact?


    The body of the Weretiger boy was slumped over Ronans back. It didnt matter much due to the cold here, but if the temperature rose even slightly, the body would soon begin to decay. Adeshan, upon hearing the word contact, shook her head.


    Contact?


    Why, didnt I write a letter whileing here


    Ronan was about to say something. Feeling a familiar aura, both of them turned their heads at the same time.


    In the distance, the outlines of two figures were approaching. Although there was a significant difference in size, the aura emanating from them was equally intense. Ronans lips curled up slightly.


    Aha, His Majesty the Emperor, as merciful as ever.


    The outlines soon became clear. Adeshans eyes widened even further. The voice, faint but distinct, reached here from the smaller silhouette, which was none other than Navirose.


    What a mess because of you, Cat.


    Have we finally arrived?


    Zaifa casually stretched. It was unclear how he had managed toe here when he couldnt set foot in the North. Ronan, after taking a deep breath, stepped towards the two of them. With the body of the son of the Sword Saint on his back.


    [TL/N: Mommyrose is finally here again :33 also the author really named them Cain and Abel, but the order seems like its the opposite hmm]


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