"Imperial Father has another reason to give it to you as soon as possible."
"What is the reason?"
Urulas answered, "I ntioned to him about you being a dragon and also that you lost your only friend. I'm sorry about Catherine."
"Thank you, Urulas. I'm trying to get over it," Veronica shrugged. "But what does that have to do with the key to the library."
Urulas lowered his voice and said, "The forbidden section of the library has books that discussed the forbidden magic.
"Forbidden magic is dangerous and that's why they are in the forbidden section. There are books that's related to the dead people."
Veronica's heart skipped a bit.
"You an…"
"There is a way to bring back the dead," Urulas revealed.
Calming her heartbeat, Veronica tried not to be interested.
She said, "I know that. However, that's Dark Art. I don't want to do anything grueso by killing nurous people. I'm certain Cathy wouldn't want it."
Urulas shook his head. "No, that's Dark Art. There are so magic spells that only blessed children can do with the holy power they have.
"It's the power of the ancient dragon, Veronica. You are the child of the dragon who has dragon blood in her veins. You can do it with the power you have. You just need to learn the spell."
Veronica's heart was beating fast. She started to imagine the impossible future.
She thought of sothing and shut her eyes. She did her best to remove the impossible future.
She warned him, "Urulas, don't give false hope…"
"It's not a false hope. I read them when I was a child. If my mory serves correctly, only blessed children are capable enough to do it. I tried to do it but I failed."
Veronica curiously asked, "Why did you want to do it?"
Urulas took a deep breath and answered, "To save the woman I loved."
So sweet mories flashed in his mind along with the most painful one. He smiled bitterly.
Veronica felt apologetic toward him.
"I… Urulas, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. She has beco a fine tree. I live there."
In the Elvish realm, after death, elves would beco trees. Depending on how glorious their lives were, they would beco good or bad tree.
For example, a good king or a person would beco a healthy tree. The greater their contribution to the previous life, the bigger and healthier tree they would beco.
As for the bad elves, it was the total opposite.
Veronica recalled visiting his house and ntioned, "You an the house I was in with you…"
"Yes, that's her," Urulas admitted. "It's a sacred tree now because she was a general who fought against evil and died as a hero."
"Urulas…"
"Don't worry about . You still have ti. I heard from rlin that you asked Ovior to preserve Catherine's body. Go and save your friend."
Veronica clenched the key.
"I will!" she promised.
Veronica dashed to the tower. She found her husband in his office. She told him everything.
Arthur was seemingly surprised.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He simply couldn't believe the elves.
What if they had bad tricks on their sleeves?
"Urulas doesn't lie," Veronica pressed. "I want to take this chance."
Arthur knew that he couldn't stop her and he didn't want to. Nonetheless, he was worried.
"All right, but I want to go with you."
"You cannot go anywhere."
Ovior barged into the room and gave him a letter.
Then, he said, "The imperial palace was holding a ball to apologize to you and congratulate you for the victory."
"You attend," Arthur pushed the letter to him.
Ovior rcilessly refused, "I have done enough. I need to rest. I will be going on vacation for a month. You have to handle the rest. rlin and Felix will help you. If I work another day, I will probably die."
Arthur pressed his lips. He couldn't refute. He knew how much his friend was working.
"Arthur, if you are worried, why don't I take Ovior with ?" Veronica suggested.
"Going where?" Ovior frowned.
Apparently, he didn't hear the previous conversation the couple was having. He only heard the last sentence that Arthur said when he was opening the door.
"I want to go to the Elvish realm," without giving him enough information, Veronica shortly answered him.
"Why there all of a sudden?" Ovior was stunned by the news. "I thought you wanted to hold the funeral first."
"I need to go there as soon as possible."
Arthur noticed that his wife was becoming restless and overly excited.
He told his friend, "Ovior, go with her. You can rest as much as you want and also keep an eye on her."
Ovior's eyes shone. He didn't want to lose this chance.
As a human and as a wizard, there was no way he would possibly have a chance to go to the rumored Elvish realm in his life. It was a lifeti opportunity.
"Sure, I will go. I heard the Elvish realm had better tonics. I want to learn more about them. It would be a nice vacation."
'This man thinks about work every chance he gets,' Veronica thought.
That night, Veronica went to Catherine's room.
Her room was exactly how it was left. The only exception was she was lying in the bed with a white spell covering her entire body.
It was the preservation spell Ovior ca up with.
Veronica swept her eyes around the surroundings while her heart painfully wrenched.
She sat on the chair and held Catherine's cold, lifeless hand.
'Cathy, your misery will be over soon. I promise. After I get you back, I will do my best to make up to you. The pain you went through, will never happen again. I will make sure of it.'
Two days later, Veronica and Ovior started their journey toward the Elvish realm with the elves.
Before they left, Arthur repeated again and again, "You must be careful. Don't trust them too much. Don't associate with them too much. Make sure to let them know that you have no intention of living there. You are just there temporarily."
He was loud enough to let the entire traveling group know.
Urulas frowned in annoyance and murmured, "What is his problem?"
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