Chapter 12: Alive (short Chapter)
As the boy's soul begins to consolidate, a certain person in a certain place looked at the nephilim convoy and was about to say something.
- Don't bother with it. – the nephilim girl spoke casually. – The boy is mine.
- Miss, he committed a crime and...
-If he didn't notice, he didn't have the spellbook until he caught the thief. – the young woman said. – If this is true, then the fact that he opened it was to prevent sanitation. Besides, I barely feel his aura. He looks weak to the point of non-existence.
By now everyone could feel the concern in the young woman's words. She feared for the boy. Which was curious and a little problematic.
- So what should we do?
- Simple. - she said. – He was able to imprison 47 nephilim in a confined space and did so by completely limiting possible movement. Our spells have been sealed, our spellbooks have been sealed. It was as if we existed in a space where magic didn't exist or worked in a different way. This kind of skill is more than useful on Attila.
- Want to take him with us? As a student?
- Yes why not? – she continued. – His skills are very interesting. I'm more than willing to take him.
- And the friends he insisted on saving? Do you think he would abandon them like that?
- We took them too.
- Miss! This is impossible!
- If I want it then it's not. - She said with an extremely cold tone. – If you don't know, I'm heiress to one of the sects in the city. My father would not refuse to accept these disciples if I asked.
That was true. It wasn't like what she wanted to do was impossible. It was just that most of them thought it was too much just for a talented boy. Yes, he trapped the nephilim, but the nephilim's main mission was to fight demons. What skill did that boy have in this aspect?
- Now let's get them. – The young woman decided and walked decisively towards the convoy of marked nephilim.
The soul had seen all this with curious eyes. His gaze was fixed even on the young woman leading the small army. She was beautiful. When the soul returned he saw dozens of nephilim walking around with worn features. Among them, a familiar boy who hugged an equally familiar girl.
"Irio…" he whispered. He felt that all the nephilim there were sick. Their bodies looked flawed and weak and he resented that. The library that belonged to him shone in the Regence's hands without the latter noticing it and his soul watched everything with placidity and interest.
May they all be healed!
The thought rule was taken for granted. As soon as he developed such a thought the wish came true. It was as if, ever since he started watching his surroundings, he had created a huge dome around the train that accompanied the travelers. None of them noticed any change, so intent were they on following their journey, none of them saw their marks disappearing like mist, nor did they even notice the new spirit developing in their bodies.
The soul smiled and felt a change within itself. The body was calling to her. He felt a kind of strength rising from where the body was and let himself be drawn to it without resisting. It was time to be complete again.
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