286: Chapter 143 Aphrodite’s Miracle_3 286: Chapter 143 Aphrodite’s Miracle_3 After finishing, Leon sighed and gave the other party a word of caution.
“Also, whether you understand this or not, I want to make it clear to you in advance that this magic is far from omnipotent.
It was originally used to summon a historically prominent Great Mage.”
Leon did not explain in too much detail.
He roughly introduced the gist of what he learned about Aphrodite’s attempt to resurrect Lola and continued:
“The success of the magic may have a lot to do with the person’s status in life and the obsessions contained within the Wandering Soul…
So, even for a Knight like Canis with a certain reputation who died full of resentment, the possibility of the spell failing is still very high.
My success this time might just be sheer luck.
Your father, being a noble of Holy Land City, should have a chance if he had enough fame.
If he died valiantly and left behind a great reputation among others, then the chance is even bigger.
But your other relatives, as well as ordinary people like ‘my’ and Lokhak’s parents…
Even if the spellcasting preparations are complete, I’m afraid it will be very difficult to find their souls in the ‘Dead Sea’…
that is, the Netherworld.”
Azeryan listened silently, his eyes burning as he looked at his companion and said, “Leon, whether it works or not, I won’t blame you in the slightest.
For you to be willing to use this miraculous power to give me a one in a million chance to save my family, I already can’t repay you.”
“We’ve made it this far by helping each other out, and if we start thanking each other now, it would truly break my heart,” Leon said, turning to pat his brother on the shoulder.
“For now, let’s resolve the dispute with the Gunnar Family.
Then, we’ll find a way to go back, back to Rolannar.”
“Yes,” Azeryan said, slowly calming himself.
Upon leaving the large house, Leon roamed around Longka before learning from a patrolling soldier where the girl had gone.
Leaving through the West Gate and walking away from the walls, he reached the riverside to the north of the Longka Slope Arrow Tower, where he finally saw Olivia, with Kovis also present.
The blond youth was resting under the shade of a tree, hugging his knees, while Little Griffin tumbled around excitedly at his feet, fluttering its fluffy little wings and clambering around the boy’s boots.
The outside world, far more expansive than the confines of a bedroom, didn’t intimidate the Griffin cub but rather filled it with exhilaration.
Not far in front of Kovis, who watched on, Olivia, dressed in a cinched blouse and trousers, was galloping on horseback, handling the long Riding Spear that resembled a lance, running circles past rows of wooden stakes, training her still “immature” martial arts.
Of course, this ‘immature’ definition was an assessment Olivia had made of herself.
According to her, she had only just become accustomed to wielding weapons on horseback and had not yet fully learned how to fight alongside her warhorse.
Leon thought he roughly understood what his lover was trying to say, but unfortunately, he just followed her lead and learned some “Spells,” far from reaching the state of exploring the “Way” that the other was currently attempting to explore.
Arriving at the tree, he sat down quietly next to Kovis, hugging his knees, and began to watch the Golden Lion Knight’s valiant display.
As he watched, his heart filled with immense happiness and pride.
…Look, envious, aren’t you?
But as he watched, perhaps due to his conversation with Azeryan, he couldn’t help but think of Olivia’s biological parents.
…The father, the former King of Orland, was someone he definitely couldn’t retrieve the body or possessions of at the moment.
But if he remembered correctly, as Uncle Bryan had said, Olivia’s mother’s body…
seemed to be buried in some secluded cemetery in Selva.
Would she want to resurrect her mother and see her again?