Bab 315: Memoir of the Past: Evil God vs Fierce Swordsman!

"Really? Is it so miraculous?"

Vivia, who was breathing laboriously due to her injuries, looked at the scroll before blinking her eyes at Badulf in surprise.

While being wary of Chaos and holding one of its high priests captive, Badulf glanced over his shoulder at her, saying to her in a lighthearted manner, "Won't you find out when you try it?"

"Daring to return my question with a question." Vivia smiled. This reminded Badulf of all the bad times he had to go through because of her, and he flinched. "You sure have grown up."

Vivia didn't want to die, so she followed what he said.

Just a moment ago, she was finding it hard to move. However, maybe it was because of newfound hope, but she was able to move her hand.

After regaining mobility, the first thing she did was grab the scroll and open it up.

Then, she pressed it against her unhealable wound.

The next moment, she and the onlookers witnessed a miracle.