Breaking the {Stone Blood} would've cost one hundred and ninety million MP. That's nineteen years of tithes for the elder fairies to bless the whole Fulgen Forest. And trust , that forest is Magical, capital M. The elves livelihood depend on that blessing, that's why they were so desperate to revive Alloralla.
One hundred and ninety million MP was cheap.
But now that the whole nine adventurers sacrificed themselves, the upgraded {Unique} curse doesn't even tell how much it costs to break. Compare that to the {Greater Feeblemind}, which will cost around ten to fifteen billion MP - it's only {Very Rare} - to erode if one calculates how many MP went into eroding it by almost six percent. The rarity is different and the Magic Attribute of the curse bestower might be different also, so the comparison is a bit off but I have a hunch that Bundeus added his own power to the complete curse.
And that's why I am still in {Water Elental} form even after five months from that fateful day. For five months, I've been living as a puddle of water. I don't have to eat, drink, or sleep which can be considered either good or bad, depending on your point of view.
I spent this ti in a house in the middle of Windere, where I could put the most creatures under my {Mana Wellspring}. Lorna and Nenandil moved in with and while making the dream about being Lorna's bathwater is fun in real life, not being able to do much more than just splash around was an exercise in temperance. I was almost going nuts.
I had so respite in {Suppress Curse} because I could beco flesh for an hour a day. Less than an hour because I couldn't risk getting caught with my literal pants down and beco stone. I made an hourglass that counted one hour with markings every ten-ish minutes. I turned back to {Water Elental} at the fifty-minute mark to avoid any trouble. That was too little ti to spend with Lorna.
"That's not too bad," Nenandil said and admonished for the umpteenth ti. "Their trap was very well-made and they deftly goaded you. It is your fault to go all 'Death Princess' on them."
She had a point. They were prepared for all my abilities, including my murdering proclivity. They didn't have any information on the traits I picked up as Lakerta, and that was what allowed to survive. They didn't know I could assu the form of a water elental.
"I like the idea of relaxing massage baths," Lorna giggled.
I groaned but a notification flashed.
Your Greater Feeblemind (very rare) was broken. It was downgraded to:
Major Feeblemind (very rare): Your ntal Attributes' cap is your racial average plus ten.
Five months and billions of MP and SP burned to accumulate MP to erode this curse and I rose the cap on my ntal Attributes by eleven. Just eleven. I waste no ti and assign the {Invulnerable Stone Flesh} as the next one to be eroded. Now I just have to wait.
"Don't make that face, Lakerta. It's fine. Bundeus thinks you are dead, we are together, you are alive," Lorna said.
I look at the kind face of my wife, my Queen, my lover, and fail to hide the pang of pain that washes over . So much ti lost. So much left unspoken. She is healthy but not even rebuilding her body piece by piece would restore her youth. I take her wrinkled hand in my watery ones and gaze down those caral eyes that hold so much depth.
"I love you, Lorna. I'm sorry my antics landed us in this kind of predicant yet again."
She shook her head and wiped one tear, "No. It's fine. Those adventurers ca here to die, now that we know their plan. They could've caused great damage just to root you out. We're together, living a tranquil and calm life. It's for the best. This old heart can't deal with too much excitent."
She yawned, "I think I'm going to take a nap. Co stay with . I'll sleep easier if you are nearby."
I escorted her to the bedroom and tucked her in. She fell asleep with a content smile. I coil my tail and rest on it. Nenandil flew and dove inside my chest, floating in the middle. We didn't talk. There was no need. Here we were, two immortal beings cornered by the ghost of another's mortality.
My wish was to give Lorna a new body, a new life as one of the silk-folk. Their living silk strands worked just like cells. They didn't bleed but ate food, drank water, even excreted what their bodies didn't need. All of them were capable of weaving silk but the majority only could do so to repair their bodies. They bred like any other living creature but couldn't interbreed with other species. They could have sex but no offspring would ever co from such encounters. They were also impossible to maim. So long a silk-person remained alive and had access to food to weave more silk, they would sew and - literally - knit their bodies back to perfection.
But I had to respect her wish. Lorna had a fulfilling life and accomplished much. I could only cherish these few years I had with her.
Without anything better to do, I stood vigil over the sleeping form of my beloved wife. Not even MP or SP was available for use, all of it passively funneled into eroding my latest curse. The {Mana Wellspring} I had active also doubled then used all the excess MP regeneration from everyone in a seven to nine kiloters around .
But I could see it would progress at a snail's pace. It would probably take years to break that one, even with a full enchanted set of jewelry made to enhance my MP and SP regeneration. Our sedated daily lives continued.
During this ti, I didn't sit idle. With an improved range, the {Matriarch} Perk is now covered thirty kiloters. That was enough to reach most of Windere. The Exp I earned from the tithing was nothing to scoff at. While before the increased range I earned one and a half trillion Exp a year, now it jumped to more than once every eight months - I still couldn't get my head around these sixteen-month years. I still needed a bit less than nine trillion for the next level. Or seventy-eight for the next rank-up.
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With all this free ti, I trained so weapon Skills. I had a training dummy in the basent and several wooden weapons. I trained the Skill from scratch and raised them to my cap, Apprentice twenty-four. Once I had nine ready to go, they would go into a Skill fusion. The resulting Skill would be at the Master sixty-four level as half the Skill Points was lost in the fusion.
You are fusing the Skills: Talwar, Longsword, Arming Sword, Claymore, Scimitar, Greatsword, Panzersteche, Sabre, and Katana
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