Chapter 202
Tara was burning with anxiety. All she could do was transfer the physical pain of others; she had no way to cleanse the spiritual corruption. Healing could only rely on a "psychologist."
Even if the "Archbishop of Radiance" were to come, he could only help her shoulder part of the burden before the person fell into a coma.
Now that Lord Shaer was unconscious, where could she find a "psychologist"?
Two white shadows emerged from Tara's own shadow, carefully lifting Shaer and carrying her toward the room upstairs.
Once they had settled Shaer onto the bed, Tara commanded the white shadows to burst out of the room and gather her subordinates, insisting they find a "psychologist" as quickly as possible.
Even if they had to kidnap one, they would do it.
Time passed, and after exhausting every possible method, even reaching out to nearby towns and villages, they still couldn't find a single "psychologist."
Just as Tara was ordering some of her people to rush back to headquarters for assistance, a figure in noble attire, Gema, approached her as she paced in the living room.
"Archbishop... I couldn't find a 'psychologist,' but..."
"Get to the point!" Tara interrupted Gema brusquely.
Gema, not daring to delay, quickly replied, "I had a brief encounter with Aivina from the Russell family. She’s not at the Russell estate; she’s out there, using the 'Listener' potion... She’s probably the only 'Listener' in the entire city of Berun."
"'Listener' will do! Hurry, bring her here. If she won’t come willingly, then just kidnap her!" Tara ordered swiftly.
"Tara Archbishop... she’s already here," Gema lowered his voice, "She refused to come at first, but once I mentioned Lord Shaer’s name, she came right over..."
Five minutes later.
Aivina sat on a stool by the bed, looking at Shaer, who lay there with a pained expression, her heart a whirlwind of emotions.
Shaer... the organization you mentioned, is it really the Holy Radiance Sect?
Taking a deep breath, Aivina gazed at the person she had missed for so long and finally reached out, placing her hand on Shaer’s forehead.
She needed to wait for Shaer to wake up and ask her what was really going on.
And there was the thing Shaer was holding—Aivina recognized the eyeball all too well.
Its presence in Shaer’s arms meant that Opode was most likely dead.
As Aivina softly hummed a lullaby, her brow began to furrow slightly, and blood vessels started to creep into the eyeball.
Meanwhile, Shaer’s expression gradually relaxed.
...
[Would you like to save the character's progress?]
Shaer opened her eyes to a silvery-white space.
Did I pass out completely?
Instinctively, Shaer looked down, finding nothing in her arms—only a white, ethereal version of herself.
Standing before her was, of course, her "Assassin" self.
[Would you like to save the character's progress?]
The system prompt appeared again, but Shaer ignored it, lost in thought.
That feather quill seal had gone mad—at least half-mad.
It had gone through a mental transformation after consuming something.
This could explain its wildly inconsistent emotions.
And that world...
Was it the Ancient Era?
Or the so-called Old Days?
[Time taken to choose is too long; the progress has been automatically saved as No.5, named: "Assassin" Shaer.]
A silver light enveloped Shaer.
This is happening?!
Not giving me a moment to breathe! So stingy!
Shaer could only think this before her consciousness returned to reality.
Chapter 125: My...
"Uniqueness"?
Shaer was enveloped in silver light.
Almost as soon as the silver light faded, darkness engulfed her, and she fainted.
The immense mental energy consumed during this simulation left Shaer nearly unable to resist the overwhelming dizziness upon returning to reality.
Even in unconsciousness, Shaer felt no substantial sense of rest.
It was as if she were merely lying with her eyes closed, still able to hear the noisy sounds outside the window and feel the dizziness... yet her body felt as if it were pinned to the bed, unable to move.
Time passed, and eventually, Shaer’s index finger twitched slightly, regaining a bit of control over her body.
She propped herself up on her elbow, trying to sit up slowly, but her body felt too weak to muster any strength.
With all her might, she managed only to roll over on the bed, shifting from lying on her back to lying face down.
Shaer stopped struggling, lying there, feeling a strong sense of hunger and a faint sense of dread.
The aftereffects she was experiencing were so intense, all thanks to the "Gambler's" reckless nature.
If it weren't for the "Gambler" taking such risks, Shaer wouldn't feel like she was on the brink of death.
But without the "Gambler," she wouldn't have gained so much unexpected information from this simulation.
High risk, high reward... Now, Shaer felt that the "Gambler" was far more dangerous than the "Instigator."
Under the influence of the "Instigator" potion, she would at most push things toward a more entertaining direction, but she would never do anything that could lead to her demise.
However, under the influence of the "Gambler" potion, she could very well gamble away her life.
"Better use the Gambler less..."
Shaer sighed softly and summoned the system.
A silver-white screen appeared before her.
[Reality]
[Year 741 of the Holy Era, June 24, 19:00]
[Evaluation: Who are you? 🧐🧐 An unforgettable person, someone very important... Who are you? What’s your name? Why can’t I remember?]
[Hahaha, I must admire your courage; you dare to sacrifice anything, summon anything... Next time, you might not be so lucky.]
[But... this isn’t completely without reward, is it?]
[Take this; it’s what you deserve based on your performance.]
[Reward: Destiny Points ×37, [Charm Lv.3], [Calm Thinking Lv.3]]
[Destiny Points: 187]
[[Charm Lv.3]: Your charm has significantly increased; the desire of intelligent extraordinary beings and otherworldly creatures to attack you has greatly decreased, and your speed in gaining their favor has increased.]
[[Calm Thinking Lv.3]: You can maintain calm thinking in any situation except for death, and your mental recovery speed has slightly improved.]
Charm Lv.3...
Shaer felt a slight headache coming on.
Could she ask the system to stop increasing her charm?
If her charm kept rising, staying low-key would become nearly impossible.
Would all extraordinary beings or otherworldly creatures be able to recognize her in a crowd? What’s the difference from a glaring spotlight?
It was as if a sign saying "I’m special, come bother me" was plastered on her forehead.
The increase in calm thinking wasn’t as surprising to Shaer.
After all, in the simulation, she had tortured her mind with "Death Reversal" and then, in a state of mental weakness, performed "Spiritual Summoning," even sacrificing something so outrageous that even the system found it absurd.
Shaer closed the prompt in front of her, choosing to remain lying on the bed, quietly meditating and waiting for her mind to slowly recover.
The passive mental recovery from Calm Thinking Lv.3 was indeed minimal for Shaer at this moment, but having something was better than nothing.
At this point in time... Aivina should have met with Lucy, Opode, and Professor Ashford from the Redemption Society, and they must have already confirmed the details for tomorrow's banquet...
The upcoming time didn’t feel entirely safe for Shaer.
Lucy and Opode would initially be completely unaware that they had been locked onto; Opode wouldn’t head to Bell Tower Alley, and Lucy certainly wouldn’t stay obediently at Dedton Manor.
Now, Shaer had two plans.
Either eliminate that feather quill before the banquet to prevent future troubles.
Or properly recover her mental state while facing the impending doom, slowly simulating to find another opportunity.
But she didn’t want to use either of these plans.
No, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to; the first plan was simply unfeasible.
In these two simulations, the prerequisite for dealing with the feather quill was to first subdue Tara through the divine servant, then have Tara lead people to kill Lucy and Opode, thereby drawing out the feather quill behind them.
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