Chapter 92

“She felt like she had just been scolded.”

“There’s no need to feel like it. You were scolded.”

“……”

It seemed that the Hero and the Holy Sword had never quite learned to respect each other.

Yet the way they looked at each other was equally foolish.

Sylatrella wore a robe-styled dress with a pale blue base and gilded edges—clothes that Lady Sheffy had given her.

When she saw Sylatrella come out, Xiarette quietly pulled the blanket up to cover Sheffy’s body.

But unsurprisingly, the blanket was kicked off again.

The little Holy Sword clung to the edge of the bed, observing Sheffy’s condition. Her soft voice was filled with worry and distress.

“Lady Sheffy looks really uncomfortable… Even though she’s still so beautiful, and all bare… but I don’t like seeing her frown unhappily.”

“Ah… Who does? I also hope she sobers up soon. I didn’t know she had such a low tolerance for alcohol. And you’d better adjust where you’re looking. Otherwise, I’m going to take compulsory measures.”

“Don’t get upset. I don’t have any lewd thoughts. She’s my mother, after all. I just don’t understand why Lady Sheffy didn’t use 【Cure】on herself. Could it be that, like me… she also enjoys this kind of thing?!”

“Tch… Sheffy is just drunk. Sylatrella, don’t assume everyone is a pervert like you.”

“That’s not it. My perversion is limited only to Lady Sheffy. For example, you, Hero—if you hit me, not only would I not get excited, I’d even get mad at you.”

“The problem is that I wouldn’t hit you anyway…”

Damn it, this bizarre way of talking—Xiarette truly had no idea how to handle Sylatrella.

She really didn’t know how Sheffy usually managed to keep up with all her rambling.

Could it be some kind of mother-daughter bond… ah, ptui, ptui, ptui! What mother-daughter bond? These past days she’d been so dizzy from Sylatrella’s nonsense she was losing her mind!

In Sylatrella’s eyes, which reflected Sheffy’s slightly pained expression, a starlit glow of worry seemed to be swirling.

It looked as if she had made up her mind about something.

Sylatrella’s little hand, which had been resting on the bedside, suddenly clenched into a tight fist.

“No… I can’t let Lady Sheffy suffer. I have to help her recover as soon as possible!”

“Hm?”

That’s right…

Why had Xiarette forgotten about this?

The true form of the Holy Sword was Sylatrella. The magic power within the Holy Sword had properties rich in variation. There might be elements related to 【Cure】!

The urge she’d just had to smack Sylatrella on the head suddenly vanished.

Xiarette even lowered her voice when she spoke this time.

“Sylatrella, do you mean… you can use healing magic?”

“I can’t!”

“If you can’t, then what were you just talking about?! And could you not say ‘I can’t’ so confidently?!”

Was it even possible not to raise her voice when talking to her? She was just infuriating—what else could one do!

Seeing her own head once again in danger of being smacked, Sylatrella quickly shook her little arms back and forth to explain.

“No, no, I really don’t know healing magic! A thousand years ago, there wasn’t even such a concept…! But what I meant was, I can use other methods to help Lady Sheffy alleviate her pain! Besides healing, there are many other kinds of magic that can ease suffering—they’ve just all been lost now.”

“Other methods…?”

Sylatrella stepped back two paces on her bare feet, the patter of her movements circling to the other side of the bed.

She carefully reached out and gently brushed aside the silver hair stuck to Sheffy’s temple. In her small gaze, there was actually a trace of tenderness.

“Although I can’t use 【Cure】, my family a thousand years ago possessed a special magic never passed to outsiders. I’ve only ever heard about it… Because by the time I was old enough to take over the family business, I’d already jumped into magma. Ugh… magma is really hot.”

“Let’s not reminisce about magma right now. Anyway, just tell me about this secret family ability of yours.”

“Alright.”

If Sylatrella didn’t make things clear, Xiarette absolutely wouldn’t feel at ease letting her perform some lost, strange magic on Sheffy.

Over the next short while, Sylatrella gave a simple description of the magic’s effect.

In essence, it created a kind of link between the caster and the recipient.

The recipient’s pain and injury could be shared—half of it transferred to the caster—thereby reducing the suffering.

Sylatrella had never actually used this magic herself.

But her innate talent for magic was so great that, just from hearing her parents describe it, and even after a thousand years, she had already comprehended most of its mysteries.

After listening…

Xiarette’s first, instinctive reaction could be summed up in one sentence.

“Listening to that… doesn’t this sound like a downgraded version of 【Cure】? Not only does the injured person not fully recover, but the caster has to endure half the pain… It doesn’t sound all that reliable.”

“Tsk tsk tsk—you’re so short-sighted. Let me put it this way—this magic can even be used on someone at death’s door. You can share your lifespan with them: you die halfway, I die halfway, and in the end, we both stay half-alive.”

“!”

It wasn’t that she was shocked by the magic’s effect…

The main thing was that this phrase—‘we both stay half-alive’—

It was just too bizarrely refreshing!

No matter what, Xiarette decided that if Sylatrella was confident, she could try it.

Sylatrella was someone who could be trusted.

Whether it was her mastery of magic or the depth of her concern for Sheffy, Xiarette had faith.

Not because she trusted Sylatrella herself—

But because she trusted Sheffy.

Before, after observing with the Eyes of True Sight, Sheffy had already said—Sylatrella was definitely a good child. That was beyond any doubt. She was just a little bit of a pervert.

“Then let’s try it.” Xiarette’s gaze turned solemn as she made her decision. “With Sheffy’s constitution, she probably can’t tolerate any alcohol at all… Honestly, she didn’t drink that much. Sylatrella, this ‘sharing half’—can you transfer it onto me instead?”

“Keep dreaming! Of course it can only be me. Besides, this is helping Lady Sheffy relieve her burden—I’d never let you have this chance!”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as Sheffy can feel better. I think it should be fine… Her level of drunkenness is only excruciating to her. Even if we share half of it, it would be nothing more than a minor discomfort to us.”

“Even if it were more than a minor discomfort, it wouldn’t matter. The pain Lady Sheffy gives me—I’ll gladly accept it.”

“……”

Never try to reason with a pervert.

Especially not when the pervert was so righteous about it.

Sheffy was still drunk. Xiarette and Sylatrella didn’t say anything further. Both of them only wanted to ease her suffering as soon as possible.

Sensing a vast surge of magic power circulating inside the little Holy Sword’s body, Xiarette narrowed her eyes and straightened, standing on the other side of the bed. She quietly asked,

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“No. Don’t distract me. I need to recall the casting sequence my clan told me a thousand years ago.”

“You can still remember it after a thousand years? That’s really impressive…”

“I can’t remember it anymore.”

So do you actually want to pick a fight or what?!

Sylatrella’s closed eyes slowly opened.

There were indeed many things she couldn’t recall.

But that didn’t mean there was no way.

“I can only remember one method of casting… This method requires that the target be the person I trust and revere most in my heart, or it won’t succeed. Coincidentally, now that I’ve awakened after a thousand years of slumber… Lady Sheffy is my everything, so the condition is fully met.”

“What method is it?”

“Don’t ask. There’s no time to ask. Lady Sheffy is still in pain. As her daughter… there’s something I must do, even if it could be considered outrageous.”

“Sylatrella…?”

The way Sylatrella was speaking, with such solemn righteousness, it was as if she was about to sacrifice herself in the next moment!

Xiarette couldn’t help feeling vaguely worried.

But at this point, there wasn’t much else she could say.

No one knew what Sheffy was dreaming of. Her little foot kicked into the air, and her hand swung sideways—

And landed a solid slap across Sylatrella’s face.

“Oww! That hurt!”

“Haa… wine… give the fish some wine…”

“Uuu… Thank you, Lady Sheffy, for this reward. You must be encouraging me… I will do my best!”

That was her final declaration.

The little Holy Sword’s eyes sharpened, and she leapt straight up from where she stood.

She actually jumped right onto the bed!

After landing on the mattress, Sylatrella’s next move was to sprawl forward.

She planted her hands and feet down beside Sheffy’s limbs, who was lying spread-eagled.

The entire Holy Sword was basically pressing down on top of Sheffy.

This action…

In Xiarette’s hand, an attack magic beam containing tenth-rank magical energy was already condensing!

“Hey…! What are you doing?! Get off her!”

“I already told you I don’t have any lewd thoughts! Don’t get in the way—this is a necessary procedure for casting the spell! It’s the only way!”

“What kind of necessary procedure…?! You’re touching her, you’re touching—hey! Stop touching her!”

“She’s my own mom—can’t I even touch her?! Don’t you have any sense?! Stop being so petty!”

“?!”

Sylatrella pressed down very firmly.

Her small chest was practically pressed against Sheffy’s even flatter chest.

She could hear Lady Sheffy’s hurried breathing at this distance, and the warm breaths brushing across her face actually made Sylatrella briefly lose focus.

Uuu… this must be filial devotion.

Her heart pounding so wildly just now was definitely because of filial devotion! She’d already said she didn’t have any lewd thoughts!

Xiarette just wanted to yank her off immediately.

But since Sylatrella really was trying to help Sheffy, she couldn’t justify pulling her away!

Xiarette had heard before that there was a kind of magic release method that relied on physical contact—so long as one could touch the other’s body, it was possible to establish a magical connection via zero-distance mana transmission.

But… but if that was the case, couldn’t she just hold her hand?! Was it necessary to press her whole body on top?!

No—

If the logic didn’t add up…

That meant the mana activation method Sylatrella had in mind wasn’t simply “physical contact” at all.

But possibly…!

Even thinking about it now was too late.

Because Sylatrella—she had already decided that, for Lady Sheffy’s sake, she would go all out!

“Lady Sheffy… I will help you…”

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