I had also noticed my Summoning Skills Leveled Up. However, I didn't really wanted to keep sitting here and looking at the Grimoire, so I decided to stand from my bed and assess the situation. Remembering everything that has happened until now, the war against the Necromancer must be over if I am alive and back to my bed.
After my fusion with Eleanora, I fell unconscious due to the enormous backlash that it gave to me. And as for what happened later, perhaps I should ask her.
"Eleanora, are you there?"
I noticed Eleanora wasn't inside of my Spirit Orb nor in here, so when I called for her, she quickly answered my call through the natural Telepathy ability that a Spirit and their Master possess.
"Ah, you're awake!" She said happily, suddenly emerging at my side in an instant, and hugging me.
"I was worried…" She sighed. "I couldn't be at your side all the time, I wanted to help everyone out there, there's a lot of wounded people."
"Oh… So you were helping others?" I asked.
"Yeah…" Eleanora sighed. "I shouldn't… do it?"
"…No, it is fine." Eleanora seemed to smile back as I approved of it. "I would had done the same, honestly. But… not really out of goodwill. Did you asked them for money?"
"Yeah everyone was paying a bit for the healing!" She said happily, bringing out a bag with coins.
"It seems we have earned a good profit." I said with a smile.
"Heh, still, I am sure you're relieved I helped them, right? Not just for money." Eleanora said while feeling smug.
"What… are you talking about? I…" I muttered, but I felt like I was caught in her webs.
"I mean… Maybe. They're all people that fought to protect my home and that of my family, the least we could had done is helping them recover from their wounds." I said. "It is nothing but a fair exchange, they gave me their aid in protecting my home, and we… pay them back with healing and other things. Of course, they must give some coins."
"Heh…" Eleanora smiled smugly once more.
"Take that smug out of your face already, Eleanora!" I sighed, crossing my arms. "Anyways, just what happened after the whole fight? Is everyone okay? Did the old man managed to beat the Necromancer?" I asked.
However, as I asked that question, Eleanora suddenly looked down into the floor, lowering her head. Her face grew darker, as the light of her eyes slowly went away.
"I know that… Ellergest was someone you grew closer to as some sort of… mentor, or perhaps just an ally. But I can understand you had a strong companionship connection with him, my lord."
"Hm? What are you talking about? I am no friend of him, our relationship as allies is merely for convenience… And what's gotten into you out of the sudden? Eleanora, do you feel well?"
"I am okay…" Eleanora smiled back at me. "It's just that… It is hard to tell you."
"What?" I asked insisting.
"Ellergest… he died."
Eleanora looked into my eyes directly.
"He… what? Hahah… You're joking, right?"
Eleanora waved her head, shedding a tear.
"Eleanora, tell me you're just joking around."
"I am not. He… he died."
For a moment I felt as if my entire body grew stiff.
I don't know why I felt this way, I didn't even cared about that old man that much.
Yet… my own body reacted to it.
Perhaps my own emotions.
The human body I have yet to take full control over…
Swirling emotions, human emotions, began flowing across my mind.
Somehow, and stupidly, I began to deny the truth.
Why was I denying it?
This is not like me at all.
Since the beginning of my previous life that I never…
It is all fault of this human body. This damned human body!
"It's okay… You've changed quite a lot, but even in our previous life, you always grieved the lost of our companions, my lord. It is not wrong to feel bad for those that pass away, it is only natural." Eleanora told me. She hugged me as I stood still, without moving an inch.
I didn't shed a tear, but I felt as if I wanted to.
"How… how did he die?" I asked.
"I saw it…" She sighed.
Eleanora told me what she saw.
Apparently, right after I fell unconscious, Ellergest confronted the soul of his friend. He tried to comfort the soul of the Necromancer, who had emerged as its true self, a child.
Some speculated that the soul of the Necromancer never went away from the first trauma he experienced, remaining as a child. And indeed, that must be the truth. I've known and studied souls all my previous life.
Once traumatic experiences happen, souls are shaped differently, they gain wounds, scars, or even terrible appearances depending how many traumas a soul has gone through, or how many hardships it has suffered… or how aberrant it has grown.
This is perhaps why my soul, when someone glances at it directly, emerges as something they cannot possibly comprehend. Although for me it seems normal, although it seems as if that soul doesn't even seem abnormal, for others it always scares them, or made them go insane.
His soul probably stayed in that shape after something terrible that happened to him. However, Ellergest seemed to feel too attached to such a friend at the end.
He had already sacrificed a lot of his lifespan using his Secret Technique, but even then, he should had still have some years left to live. However, Eleanora told me something that happened back then..
"His soul… it simply came out of his body, it is as if he willingly decided to accompany his friend, even after everything he did." Said Eleanora.
"His… soul?" I asked.
"Yeah… After that, their souls slowly reached the skies, disappearing between clouds. Everybody that was there saw what happened…" She sighed.
"I… see." I looked into the window of my room, seeing various people gathering around the center of the village.
"Let's go outside for now…"