After pondering, Carl ford his response, Interesting human. I am willing to bless you!
...
"Interesting human."
The ultimate panic made Ayala’s eyes lose focus, her consciousness blurring, until a distant voice rang out. It sounded as if it ca from the sky, yet also as if it were right beside her ear, or perhaps echoing within her heart.
Strangely, the voice seed oddly familiar.
"I am willing to bless you!"
BUZZ!
The panic receded.
A warm, gentle force slowly enveloped her body and seeped into its interior.
SNAP!
It was like sothing had been crushed and dispersed. Ayala’s spirit violently shook.
She looked down.
The blood on the ground and the Divine Grace Coins had disappeared, and the pattern had been erased by an invisible force.
Had a Divine responded to her?
Ayala blinked, as if rembering sothing, and suddenly raised her hand to look at her arm. The skin, shriveled from severe dehydration, felt wrinkled and rough to the touch.
But then...
"Not wet?" Ayala stuttered. "No... no water?"
For a person suffering from dropsy to not expel fluid from their body, the implication was obvious.
"It’s cured!"
"I’m cured!"
THUMP!
Ayala, her face flushed with ecstasy, abruptly tried to get up but collapsed to the floor due to weakness. The pain didn’t make her cry; instead, she laughed out loud.
"Haha..."
"I don’t have to die! I don’t have to die!"
After her burst of laughter, she propped herself up, pushed open the door, and ran outside. Such good news, of course, had to be shared imdiately with the most important person in her life.
"So..."
Carl had already returned from the Divine Domain Fragnt. After seeing Ayala, he had arranged for so food to be sent to her.
Watching Ayala wolfing down the food, he said slowly, "Your dropsy is cured?"
"Mhm." Ayala replied, her mouth full of bread, cheeks puffed out, nodding vigorously. "It’s cured!"
"It seems to have worked." Carl sighed. "It’s a pity this thod was discovered so late; otherwise, little Ben wouldn’t have died."
Ayala’s movents paused. She lowered her head and chewed slowly, finding that the sweet, soft bread now seed tasteless.
"Forget about it." Carl waved his hand. "Let the past be the past."
"But you must rember, never try to contact that Divine again, not even once."
Ayala looked up, a flicker of confusion in her eyes, then nodded. "Yes!"
Even though that Divine had cured her dropsy, the stories of the Evil God were deeply ingrained, and she too was terrified.
Moreover, the aura leaked by the Divine at that mont had nearly taken her life; she would definitely not make contact again. She just feared the Divine might contact her. In all the stories about Evil Gods, once contact was established with one, it was impossible to break free.
"Also," Carl continued, "don’t tell anyone else about this. For those who know you had dropsy, just make up an excuse."
"This..." Ayala considered for a mont. "You’re right! If people found out my dropsy could be cured, there would surely be endless trouble in the future."
Carl nodded. He rubbed his forehead, a weary look on his face.
Receiving ssages from others through the Divine Domain Fragnt puts such a strain on the mind. Just one person, Ayala, and it’s already unbearable. If there were more... I might have to change the thod of contact!
The mont he responded to Ayala’s prayer, her entire life experience was cramd into Carl’s mind. Regarding his understanding of Ayala, Carl now knew her even better than she knew herself. Although his body’s instincts had blocked out many mory fragnts, it still left him with a pounding headache.
He now understood more about the Divine Domain.
First, Divines can control everything about their followers—not just life, but also mory and soul.
Second, he could use the Divine Domain Fragnt to respond to believers’ prayers and grant their wishes, but this would consu the Divine Domain’s power. The greater the wish fulfilled, the greater the consumption.
Third, the Divine Domain Fragnt could currently only passively receive ssages. As long as soone drew the pattern and chanted the correct holy na, he was forced to hear what they said, whether he wanted to or not.
This was also one of the reasons Carl had told Ayala to keep it a secret. If several people contacted him at the sa ti, it would be like several people whispering in his ear non-stop.
How do other Divines manage to ignore it? Those Righteous Gods receive countless prayers and blessings every day. How can they remain unaffected?
「 * * * 」
Ti passed.
Carl had peeled back a layer of the mystery surrounding Divines, and life in both worlds gradually got back on track. The Otherworld awaited news from the Duke, while the Main World awaited the opening of the Star Gate.
anwhile, his Constitution score was getting closer and closer to Perfection:
4.96!
4.97!
After the experint on Ayala, Carl had gained so understanding of how to use the power of the Divine Domain Fragnt. However, to be on the safe side, it was still necessary to find a Great Knight to test it on.
He was in no rush. After all, his Constitution had not truly reached Perfection.
「One day」
A visitor ca to the island.
Bach!
A Bloodline Wizard apprentice, one of the few acquaintances Carl had in the Swamp Alliance.
"You’ve co at just the right ti." Carl said, rising from the ground and greeting him warmly. "The sweet potatoes are just ripe. My variety, improved by the Wizards, tastes much better than those cultivated by ordinary people."
"Let’s make so sweet potato salad later, and you can try my handiwork."
"Good!" Bach was very happy today, his face beaming, and he laughed. "I’ve co to tell you so news."
"What news?"
"My tutor is dead!"
"..." Carl opened his mouth, intending to say sothing comforting, but seeing Bach’s exuberant expression, he seed to need no consolation.
"Good riddance!" Bach grinned.
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