The journey back to the Dukedom passed without incident. No storms, no sudden attacks, no interruptions. Just the steady sound of waves, the occasional rustle of the sails, and the quiet murmurs of knights tending to their duties.
It was almost unsettling how quickly the tension faded once they left the cavern behind.
Aeliana had expected her father to question Lucavion further, to press him for more answers, but instead, Duke Thaddeus withdrew, focusing on his own matters the mont they arrived. He had barely spared Lucavion another glance, leaving them alone the second they set foot on solid ground.
Lucavion didn't seem to mind. If anything, he looked rather pleased about it.
But Aeliana… she couldn't shake sothing from her mind.
She had ant to forget it, to brush it aside as just another one of his ridiculous antics, but no matter how much she tried to ignore it, the words lingered.
"And what happens if I don't take care of it?"
"Well, I don't know. I'd say… you'd probably die early?"
That mont.
That expression.
The way Lucavion had tilted his head slightly, smirk still there but thinner, weaker. The way his black eyes had turned distant, not in amusent, not in dismissal—but sothing else.
Sothing she couldn't na.
'That wasn't the reaction I expected.'
Aeliana had seen how people responded to the idea of their own death. She had lived through it herself, after all. She knew the numb disbelief, the hollow laughter, the anger that followed. The desperate need to fight against sothing that felt inevitable.
But Lucavion…
His reaction was none of those things.
He hadn't been surprised.
He hadn't even looked particularly concerned.
It was almost as if—
'He already knew.'
Aeliana's fingers curled slightly at her sides.
'What was that face?'
She didn't understand why it bothered her.
Why it felt like sothing was wrong when he had simply done what he always did—laugh, deflect, brush things off like they were nothing.
Aeliana barely had ti to dwell on her thoughts when a sharp voice cut through the air.
"This is impossible!"
Aeliana's gaze snapped toward the source of the outburst, her brows furrowing.
Inside her chambers, standing rigid beside her bed, was Physician Luthier, the head of the Thaddeus Duchy's dical division. His usually composed face was a mask of shock, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered just above the bed where Aeliana had once spent years.
Aeliana straightened, her amber eyes narrowing. "What?"
The room was silent for a mont, except for the heavy breathing of the physician. Then—Luthier turned abruptly, his sharp gaze scanning the gathered servants, knights, and attendants who had co to witness his examination.
"She is cured." His voice wavered, disbelieving. "Completely. Not just improved—not just in remission—but entirely, utterly cured."
Murmurs broke out imdiately.
The servants, who had spent years tending to their sickly lady, exchanging quiet looks of pity behind veils of formality, now whispered in disbelief.
"It can't be…"
"But her condition was—"
"Even the best healers—"
"How did this happen?"
Luthier's fingers curled into a tight fist, his eyes filled with sothing unspoken. Confusion. Frustration. Awe.
"There is not a single trace of the affliction left in her body," he murmured, as if trying to convince himself. "Her organs, her mana circulation, even her physical strength—it's as if she was never sick to begin with."
Aeliana watched him carefully.
'Why does this feel… strange?'
She had expected this reaction. Expected disbelief, expected people to be shaken.
But Luthier's reaction—it wasn't just professional concern.
It was sothing deeper.
As if this should not be possible.
Then—
A new voice entered the conversation, smooth and composed, carrying the weight of authority.
"Please, allow to check as well."
The room stilled.
Because that voice belonged to Magister Veylan, the court mage of the Dukedom.
A man with imnse knowledge, a trusted advisor to Duke Thaddeus, and a renowned expert in magical afflictions.
The crowd parted instantly, as if an invisible force had shifted them aside.
Aeliana's gaze landed on the tall, robed figure who had stepped forward. Veylan's presence alone was enough to command silence.
His piercing gray eyes swept across the room before locking onto Aeliana.
He studied her for a long mont.
Then—without hesitation—he raised a single hand.
Mana swelled.
A deep, rich blue light flickered from his fingertips, forming intricate runes in the air—ancient scripts of diagnostic magic that very few could interpret.
Aeliana felt the energy wash over her, pressing against her skin like a current of water.
It lasted only a mont.
Then—
The magic faltered.
Veylan's expression shifted.
His fingers twitched slightly before he slowly lowered his hand.
"How can this be possible?"
His voice was not loud.
But it was heavy.
Weighted with sothing that made the room seem smaller.
Luthier turned to him imdiately. "Magister, what did you see?"
Veylan didn't respond at first. His gray eyes remained locked onto Aeliana, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.
Then—finally—he spoke.
"Her mana core…"
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Veylan's gaze sharpened.
"It's not just healed." His voice was quiet but firm. "It's stronger."
A heavier silence fell over the room.
Luthier's eyes widened. "Stronger?"
Veylan slowly nodded. "Her mana flow is not simply restored—it's… more refined. More controlled. It's as if her body has undergone… a kind of reconstruction."
Reconstruction.
That word made sothing click in Aeliana's mind.
Body reconstruction.
The sa term that had been used when Lirian examined Lucavion.
The weight in the room grew heavier.
Duke Thaddeus had remained silent throughout the exchange, his golden eyes fixed on Aeliana with an unreadable expression.
No.
Not unreadable.
Those who knew him—who had served him long enough—could see it. The barely restrained shift in his gaze, the way his fingers curled just slightly at his side, the subtle tightening of his jaw.
He was holding back.
Holding back sothing.
Because now, it was confird.
His daughter had been changed in a way that defied all reason.
But then—
"No," Luthier muttered, shaking his head abruptly. "This is different from Body Reconstruction."
Veylan turned to him sharply. "What do you an?"
Luthier's brows furrowed as he stepped closer to Aeliana, studying her as if he were seeing her for the first ti.
"Her body did not break down and reform like in standard reconstruction. There is no sign of forced adaptation, no traces of instability. But…" His voice trailed off, his hands hovering slightly as if he could feel sothing unseen.
"There is sothing here. So kind of energy… not just mana, but sothing else."
His fingers twitched as his eyes flickered with growing realization.
"It's the vitality of—" He stopped. A sharp inhale. "What… what is even this? Who ca up with such a thod?!"
Aeliana's brows drew together. "What thod?"
Luthier spun to her.
His excitent crackled in his movents as he stepped forward, his hands gripping her arms.
"This energy," he said, his voice nearly breathless. "My lady, do you know what this is? This is the energy of the Skyroot Herb!"
Aeliana stiffened.
The murmurs around the room grew louder, confusion rippling through the servants and knights alike.
The Skyroot Herb.
It could not be refined into potions, nor could it be used in its raw form without imnse preparation.
And yet—
Luthier's grip on Aeliana tightened. "My lady, where did you get it? How did this even happen?"
His eyes glead with an almost frantic curiosity, as if the very answer could shake the foundation of dical knowledge.
But before he could press further—
"Calm down."
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