Grace spread her strong wings and glided down with gentle fluttering. She passed by the somewhat deserted streets, the towering ramparts of Glow City, and the Imperial Guards training in the vestibule, and finally landed steadily in the Royal Griffin Garden.
middle.
The girl straightened up and opened the thick cloth hood used to block the wind, revealing her light pink ponytail. She rubbed the griffon's neck to express her gratitude, then fed him a small piece of bacon, and then slid lightly
to the ground.
"You are back, Master Yuffie."
The trainer of the Gryphon Park quickly ran over and bowed respectfully to her.
"Your Majesty asked me to convey to you that you can go see her at any time. She is probably in the throne room now."
After returning from the Federation, Yuffie and Lin, who became high-level wizards, unsurprisingly gained the attention of Marolyn. The Queen gave Lin a laboratory that was several times more spacious than the original one, as well as many valuable potion materials.
and equipment; she was invited to participate in every court meeting as a court wizard, witnessing how the queen handled government affairs, and at the same time providing advice to the other party.
Some nobles who originally looked down on Lin also rushed to show their favor to them and extended invitations to private tea parties - unfortunately, neither Lin nor she was interested in those parties. By the way, in order to save the expenses of Glow City,
Maroline banned all large balls and banquets, and those who violated the ban were subject to heavy fines.
In their free time, the two usually wandered the streets together, exploring this city that was still bustling despite its undercurrents and uneasiness. Occasionally, she would study alone in the tower, while Lin trained with the Griffin Knights - including trainers.
Inside, her friends get along well with everyone.
"Leave it to us, Ms. Grace." Another trainer carried a bucket of fresh meat and threw a piece to the griffin, watching it catch it in one mouthful, raise its neck and swallow it, "make sure to take care of her comfortably."
I’m convinced!”
"Thanks."
Yuffie nodded with a smile, took off her heavy cloak with a hood, and handed it to the trainer beside her.
She tied up her loose hair again and smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. It was a dark red velvet short coat, gloves with gold threads, light-colored lantern breeches and lambskin boots. After
Her improved union dress.
Traditional wizard robes were not suitable for long-distance travel on a griffin, and they were easily constrained during battle; but as a court wizard and the daughter of an imperial prince, she could not dress too casually.
The improvement of their status means more responsibilities, but for them, the good things outweigh the bad things. The girl thought with some joy as she walked through the cool but still green atrium to the throne room used for political discussions.
There was more people in the palace than in the past few days - the queen brought a lot of people from the north, and officials who had been imprisoned or expelled by Rogman also returned to the royal city one after another to fill the long-vacant positions. She met
The Finance Minister, Fran Martell, whom I met in prison, heard him complain about the mess Rogman had left, how many holes in the finances needed to be filled, and how difficult it was to maintain the credibility of the royal family.
"Maybe things are not that bad." Yuffie followed her intuition and softly comforted her, "Risks and gains always go hand in hand, and Her Majesty the Queen is also a ruler worth looking forward to. Therefore, those businessmen who are good at seizing opportunities are very likely to
I will come to you soon."
The man frowned, glanced at her, and pursed his lips into a tight line.
"Are you talking about Phil's gang of vampires... If they don't charge exorbitant prices for this, I would really like to thank them." He sighed, "Anyway, let's work hard together."
Yuffie and him walked side by side through the long carpeted corridor and separated at a corner. Then the girl walked forward alone, passed through a half-open side door, and came to the throne room connected to the throne room, which was used to give visitors a break.
's waiting room.
The room was packed with people.
The crowd formed an irregular queue beside the door, or each found a space to sit on the floor. They were men, women, old and young, dressed in different styles, and the expressions on their faces were also different - angry, sad, or anxious, just
No peace or joy in sight.
Only then did she remember that today is the second day of the week, the traditional royal audience day.
The daily affairs of the empire are usually classified by the Civil Affairs Department, and then appropriate officials are assigned to handle it. It is rarely decided by the emperor or the nobles. Only this day is an exception: according to the law, all territorial citizens can apply to face the emperor directly on that day and make suggestions.
, ask for help, or report noteworthy findings.
Rogman abolished this policy late in his reign, and Maroline added it back. The Queen even announced that anyone could ask to see her at any time if there was a real emergency - it was up to her to decide whether to meet.
This is a tiring and time-consuming task, but Yuffie understands what Marolyn is thinking. The loyalty of the imperial guards left by the previous emperor is worrying, and the intelligence system has not been completely rebuilt. Under the continuous bad news, the entire imperial capital is still panic-stricken.
; There are several large and small chaos that occur almost every day, leaving the civil affairs officials and peace officers with little to do.
The current approach is indeed inefficient, but at least there is a chance for them to detect the problem earlier.
She carefully crossed the crowd and passed through the two guards guarding the door. There was no one on the throne, but there were many familiar faces under the steps - the Duke of Moore, the Earl of Crent, the Countess Leslyn, and the Chamberlain Kay.
Vince, Minister of Foreign Affairs Hilde, and of course Barak as the imperial general, and Annaweir who was present as a viscount.
The guards on both sides of the hall wear breastplates etched with rose-red thorn patterns and hold sharp spears with red tips. They are the soldiers brought by Maroline from the north, elite warriors known as the "Thorn Guards". Girl
It can be seen at a glance that the equipment is equipped with automatic magic - the spear can prevent the enemy's wounds from healing, and at the same time rob the opponent of the life and magic power in the body, making the armor more indestructible.
Yuffie walked to the right side of the throne, sat next to Annawell, and chatted with her about Lin's trivial matters. Not long after, the bells of St. Leon's Church rang in the distance, and the huge bronze door swung inward.
As the guards announced loudly, the red-haired queen, wearing a griffon crown and the emperor's golden and black attire, walked slowly through the entire hall with her head held high.
"Welcome to the King of the Ancient Empire, the Guardian of the Kamal, the Valiant Thorn of the North, Marolyn Mira Orel!"
All the ministers stood up together, including Yuffie. The Queen stepped up the steps steadily, straightened her back, and sat in the middle of the black throne with gold plated trim, just like the Rogman the girl had seen before.
Of course, Maroline is not Logman. Yuffie has only seen the 'brave man' once with her own eyes, and heard about the others from her father not long ago. Clovis told her that Logman more than ten years ago
·Orel is very good at recruiting talents. Today, many beloved officials, as well as Barak and Hughes of the "Brigade", have been entrusted with important tasks by the emperor himself.
...Of course that includes Cullen Dahl, Yuffie thought.
"Sit down." The Queen pressed her palms downward, then put her elbows on the back of the chair, leaned forward slightly, and cast her eyes on Barak, "Long time no see, General. What good news have you brought?
"
"Wolf Shepherd" stood up and saluted. "I contacted Hylanthia. She is currently in the Kingdom of Leiding, helping the Fritz people re-adapt to life on land." He said, "She promised to wait until the things over there are dealt with.
Come and meet you."
"Fritz...is really a nosy girl, your "Silver Witch"." Marolyn teased without any malice, looked at Yuffie, and curled up her lips, "You are a three-day girl."
Missed. What’s the federation’s response?”
"Most wizards are busy with their own research and projects, but some of them are willing to share their results with the empire." The girl stepped forward and handed a scroll to the other party, "Nineteen people are willing to come to the imperial capital.
The report contains their information and all the research results that are important to us."
The Queen unfolded the scroll, spent more than half a minute reading from top to bottom, and nodded with satisfaction.
"The task of continuing to contact them will be left to you. As for those research results, if you think the price is right, go and talk to Fran yourself. He has a good relationship with you, right?"
"Those are two different things." The girl shook her head and chuckled, "If I can't convince him that those things are profitable, it will be more difficult to get money from him than to get a loan from Phil Federal."
Everyone laughed in understanding. Maroline's expression also softened a bit. She coughed twice to return the scene to calm.
"That shows that he is a qualified minister of finance." The Queen commented, and then suppressed her smile, "Kevins, Hilde, and the rest of you. Do you have anything to say?"
Kevins stood up and stepped forward, claiming that the queen's measures to stabilize food prices and provide relief to the victims were ready, and that the recruitment and training of new recruits and the voluntary recruitment of veterans were also going smoothly - after all, there was no 'wine of blessing' this time.
What Hilde brought could be considered good news - the people of Northern Elna promised not to interfere in the empire's civil war, and the elder of the Phil Federation, Hermes Felton, also decided to maintain the trade agreement with the royal capital.
Marolyn simply praised the two of them and turned a blind eye to Duke Moore's slightly dissatisfied look.
"Then let's get back to today's topic. Call them over, guards. Let's start with those who don't believe in the Edda."
The first visitor quickly came under the throne. He was a slightly stout middle-aged man, wearing a fairly exquisite robe and a gold-rimmed monocle, but his tightly furrowed brows made him
His demeanor was completely gone.
"We...we came back from the south to bring goods. But on the way, three days ago, we were robbed by those...that group of cultists. A whole convoy of food, Your Majesty." The man was still a little worried at first.
Nervous, he became excited as he spoke, "It wasn't just the food, my horses and my cart were all burned and killed by them! If we hadn't run so fast, maybe even the people would have been killed there!"
"
He tried hard to take a few breaths, his face turned red and his whole body was shaking, "It's those... those son-of-a-bitch thieves! Fuck the cultists! Your Majesty, you have to treat them - let me tell you,
Those guys are just a bunch of scum! It doesn’t matter if we kill them all!”
The man was full of emotion and foaming at the mouth, but Maroline remained unmoved.
This is not the first time this has happened. Since Clovis declared his opposition to the "God Eda", the conflicts and incidents originating from this sect have been swept away like the fallen leaves in late autumn. Naturally, there are many of them
It is true, and some are impostors and thugs, and some are swindlers who use the Edda sect as an excuse to seek compensation from the royal family. On the other hand, those who firmly believe that "God Edda" is a benevolent true god come to support the sect.
There are also many Ada believers who complain about injustice.
Yuffie heard that a week ago, when she and Lin went to take the exam, the confrontation between the two parties even turned into a group fight in the waiting room, resulting in one death and four injuries. So this time, the guards had to
The visitors were asked about their beliefs in advance, and then the followers of Edda were isolated separately.
The businessman's accusation finally came to an end. The queen lowered her head and stared calmly into the man's eyes, "Do you have any evidence for what you said?"
"Of course! I heard clearly that they called His name!" The male businessman frowned, as if searching for more evidence in his mind, "They also said... and said I was a liar emperor and...
…Her Majesty’s lackeys, saying that they are not worthy…not worthy of eating the food given by the god Edda…”
This sounds true, Yuffie thought. "Liar Emperor" is a slur for Clovis - the Edda followers are convinced that her father lied. As for Maroline's scorn... it's obvious
, the man in front of me didn’t dare to say it.
Marolyn straightened her body, looked down at the businessman, and crossed her fingers in front of her chest.
"The civil affairs officer will investigate your losses and give you adequate compensation." There was no sympathy or anger in her voice. "The next time you set out, you'd better go to the Criminal Law Department and hire a few thorn irons.
Wei will go with us. The announcement has already said that, and you should believe it now, they will attack the team transporting food."
The man was still a little unwilling, "But those damn Ada followers-"
"Not every Edda believer. Those who still believe in the Edda may be stupid, but stupidity will not lead to death." Maroline interrupted the man, "Go down. Bring the next person up."
The businessman opened his mouth, looked at the guards on both sides, and retreated angrily. The next person was Ada's believer. In order to show fairness, the queen decided to meet with the two groups of people alternately. This white-haired
The old man walked to the front of the throne and knelt down with a plop.
"Please... please, my queen, please save my grandson! I only have this one... only this one..."
"Speak more clearly." Maroline raised her voice to cover the old man's plea, "What happened to him?"
"He... he joined His Majesty's army. I asked him, and he said that he died several times while fighting a... monster. It seemed that he was in the third team." The old man clenched his hands tightly.
He held his trouser legs, his head almost buried in the ground, "He is not alive now. He has lost several teeth, his brain is confused, and his hair has become as white as me - he is less than thirty years old, please, please...
...His Highness clearly said that nothing would happen to him..."
Yuffie shook her head unbearably, and quietly turned her gaze to the "Wolf Shepherd". Barak's expression was serious, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were as straight as a knife, and he could not see any unnecessary emotions.
"In that case." The girl heard Marolyn's question, "Why do you still believe in Ada?"
"I...I can only do this. They said that only the god Ada could save him. If...if you can cure him, I will never believe it again...No, I will always believe in you, Your Majesty...
You can tell me to do whatever you want, and you can tell me to die now!"
The old man raised his face full of wrinkles and tears, and stared at Marolyn, like a straw grasped by a desperate person. Yuffie followed his gaze and exchanged a knowing look with the Queen.
"Yuffie." Maroline raised her eyebrows slightly, "Can you save his grandson?"
"I think... I can give it a try." Aging caused by the depletion of vitality is difficult to cure. The best way may be to teach him some real Edda magic and use the "network" to fill the missing vitality, "Uncle,
Don’t worry, I’ll go to your house tonight and have a look, I’ll definitely find a way to help him.”
"Thank you... thank you..." the old man covered his face and sobbed, unable to speak, "If... it is really a great kindness... for a lifetime, for future generations..."
I hope things go as smoothly as expected, Yuffie secretly hoped. She watched the old man slowly leave, and the next one was a vendor in the city, a man with a mustache, accusing the demonstrators who opposed Eda of smashing the
His stall.
"Why did they smash your stall?" the Queen questioned, "Did you offend them?"
"I, I just have a few..." The vendor scratched behind his ears, "They saw a few unsold pendants, and those bastards just..." He widened his eyes, "I'm obviously selling them too.
The emblem of the "Lord of Light"! They just think I'm easy to bully! They're just a bunch of robbers!"
"I remember that St. Leon's church has never entrusted outsiders or allowed them to sell items related to God." Marolyn set a straight face, leaned forward slightly, and clapped her hands, "Maybe I should send someone
Check your inventory and see what's in it?"
The man's eyes widened. "No, no need! They are all imitations, imitations, believe me! I...I will throw them all away when I get back! Really!"
The vendor hurriedly fled amidst low laughter. Next was a tall and thin middle-aged woman, who walked to the bottom of the throne with small steps and raised her head with a haughty expression.
"Where is Clovis?"
Even Marolyn seemed stunned for a moment, "What do you want to see him for?"
"He must apologize!" The woman put her hands on her hips and said confidently, "He has slandered the grace of God. If it weren't for God's mercy, he would be dead now! Let him come out quickly and make amends to God with us. Only in this way can we
——”
Yuffie pursed her lips and saw the Queen raising her hand helplessly, "Next."
Two Thorn Guards grabbed the woman's arms, one on the left and one on the right, and kicked her legs to take her down. Then came the tax collector from Ashfield Town. She claimed that many townspeople refused to pay taxes.
, and are unwilling to sell food to Glow City.
"They claim to be preparing for refuge for the war, Your Majesty." The young woman bowed slightly, looking a little tired, "They also said that since you issued an order to reduce taxes, you might as well waive all taxes and stay.
Food is also to ensure that they can survive." The tax official hesitated for a moment, "But once... I went there a little early and saw them from outside the village forming a circle, as if to... "God."
"pray."
"There is no doubt that someone taught them to do this." The Queen muttered, tapping her fingers on her knees, "I will send people to handle Ashfield Town. You don't need to do anything more, just pay attention to your own safety."
The tax officer bowed to thank him and left.
The next few were mercenaries who were carrying the heads of two 'cultists' and trying to collect the reward. At the Queen's request, Yuffie used magic to 'question' the other person and confirmed that he was the murderer of innocent people.
; Marolyn, a farmer who was preparing to reclaim wasteland after the autumn harvest, so borrowed money from the royal family, gave him fifty silver coins and told him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau next time; the other was because his son had received a gift from Edda.
Fu', the woman who came to ask for the Queen's help - so the girl had one more task; she tried to preach the benefits of believing in "gods", and even threw two rounds of low-level divine magic at the middle-aged 'priest' on the spot -
—She copied the other party's 'performance' with her own hands, but she couldn't convince the other person that these magical arts actually came from the network of the "Lord of Light"...
Time passed by, Duke Moore was already drowsy, and Kevins and Hilde left beforehand. Yuffie also felt a little bored, so she simply started playing chess with herself in her mind. Visitors came and went.
, each person stays for three or four minutes at most, and then leaves whether satisfied or dissatisfied, voluntarily or forced.
Another follower of Edda came in response. The man was between young and middle-aged, with square eyebrows and short red beard trimmed. He was wearing a navy blue cardigan, white tights and black riding boots.
Wearing a fur hat sideways, he looks dusty.
He strode towards Maroline, put one hand on his chest and bowed, with a smile on his lips.
"I have met His Highness." The man's voice was gentle and pleasant. "Lord Delian sent me here to deliver his reply to you."
"Elaga Aurel." Marolyn frowned slightly, "Why didn't you come to see me directly, instead of blending into that group of people?"
The queen's nephew, Yuffie thought, Istar's son. This brother of Rogman gave birth to more than a dozen children, and then sent them to work in the homes of various nobles. Regardless of the reason for this move -
—Now that Delian has sent the other party as a messenger, does he want to claim that he is on the same side as Istar, or does he want to draw his brother into his own camp?
"My father taught me that you must see things with your own eyes." The man looked around, met the girl's gaze, nodded slightly, and seemed relaxed and at ease, "and this has indeed benefited me a lot."
Marolyn didn't answer his words, "Where's the reply?"
Elaga shrugged, walked forward slowly, and handed a letter from her pocket to the Queen. Yuffie could not see the content of the letter, but her intuition told her that there must be no good news in it.
In just a minute or two, Marolyn gently folded the letter, shook her head, and slowly and gently tore it into pieces.
"This guy Delian is much stupider than I thought." She crumpled the scraps of paper into a ball, her expression still calm, "Elaga, the empire has become like this, and Istar hasn't called you yet.
Going back?"
The man shook his head gracefully, "I'm not worried about him, Your Highness. Father doesn't want to see a war, let alone get involved in the dispute between you and His Highness Delian."
"I never knew that my brother is a person who knows how to be humble and patient."
"Father seemed to have believed in the "Lord of Heaven" a few days ago." Elaga shrugged and spread his hands, "Maybe it was this that made him change his temper."
"It's Ada again. I hope he won't follow in the footsteps of Rogman." Maroline patted the armrest of the throne, her face a little cold, "Then has he ever said who is more suitable to be the emperor?"
The man put down his hand and shook his head with a helpless smile.
"You should know, Your Highness. He still thinks it's him. He also wrote to me, asking me to persuade you to support him so that Delane can 'see the situation better'."
"Very good. I won't accept his suggestion." The Queen's expression remained unchanged, "If my brother doesn't change his mind, which side are you going to stand on?"
Elaga raised her neck and answered without thinking.
"I am not going to make an enemy of you, Your Highness, that is not a wise idea. Only on this point, my father and I have the same opinions."
The man bowed and left. He was the last 'believer' of Edda. The news brought by Elaga was a little better than expected - Istar and Delaine had different opinions, and Glow City did not need to face the two sides for the time being.
Yuffie did not think that Elaga had lied, but her intuition told her that what the other party said was still not entirely true.
Maybe even the prince's son has something hidden, Yuffie thought. But what could it be?
Most of the remaining audience members brought trivial things, and Maroline didn't even need to hear them finish before she could give a suitable reply. There was also a woman who brought a box of cakes, saying she wanted to express her gratitude to the Queen. Especially
Fei learned from the other party's words that compared to the period after Rogman's death, many people still felt a little more at ease with Marolyn's rule.
The next person to come was not the leader, but the city guards in light armor. The young man trotted forward, knelt on one knee, and panted slightly.
"Your Majesty, there is a family member who seems to be suffering from... a strange disease. They went to the church and found nothing. So... the archbishop said that he wants you to take a look."
The guard's description gave the girl some bad premonitions, and also made her break away from a little sleepiness. She rubbed her eyes and heard Maroline's calm answer as always.
"Then bring them up."
The bronze door slowly opened again, and six other guards filed in, carrying three wooden stretchers through the hall and placing them six or seven meters away from the throne. Yuffie leaned over and saw someone lying on the stretcher.
A middle-aged couple and a child who seemed to be under ten years old. Their faces were red and purple, their breathing was short and heavy, and their skin was covered with dark red scars. Their clothes and pants were stained and stained with blood.
The vomit and other unknown things gave off a stench like rotting flesh.
"I want to eat." The boy moaned softly, "I'm hungry."
Several dukes or earls covered their noses one after another. With a solemn look on their face, Marolyn stood up and walked down a few steps. Annaville and Barak stood up almost at the same time, looking from the patient to the throne.
"Your Majesty." Barak said in a deep voice, "Please be careful."
"I understand." The Queen nodded and stopped at the penultimate step. "When did you get sick?" She asked in a deep voice, "What were you exposed to before?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were tightly closed, and except for his rapid breathing, he seemed to be dead and unresponsive. The woman on the stretcher struggled to raise her body and looked at the throne, her eyes were distracted and blurred.
"I don't know, sir. I don't know." The woman's words were unclear, as if she had a potato in her mouth. "We went to the market two weeks ago and bought some new wheat this year, and..."
She swallowed hard and took a big breath of air, "There's still some meat, and two pieces of clothes... and then, there's nothing more."
"I'm asking about your illness." Marolyn frowned, "When did you start feeling sick?"
"About...six or seven days ago." The woman gasped and replied, "I had a fever that day, was very thirsty, and hungry. My husband went earlier and the child came later, and it's still the same. It's the same now." She licked her lips.
, with longing in his eyes, "Can you give me something to eat? Drink... too."
"I'm hungry." The boy suddenly cried, "I'm hungry! I want to eat, I want to eat meat!"
He suddenly stuffed his hands into his mouth, sucked his scarred fingers, and tore off strips of flesh, then chewed and swallowed them. Within half a minute, he suddenly curled up again and vomited out ocher-red sauce mixed with gastric juices.
juice, spilled on the smooth marble floor.
Even so, a smile still appeared on the boy's face, as if he had received an elusive satisfaction.
Duke Moore stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the heavy wooden chair. He stepped back several steps, with fear on his face, "This is not right." He murmured, "Your Majesty, this is not right. This is not right!"
This is indeed abnormal, Yuffie thought, but that's not why.
Tutor Aslan of the academy has talked about most of the common diseases, and she has also read about many magical diseases from the book, including some of the more shocking symptoms - a gelatinous disease that gradually turns people into ooze from the inside out.
Devil's Fever, which involves self-immolation and death after having a high fever for several days, and even rotting disease, which cannot be cured unless the curse is lifted, causing the patient to eventually turn into ashes.
Except for emergencies that can cause death quickly, most diseases will gradually devour the patient's physical strength and will, causing them to eventually die of exhaustion. From Yuffie's perception, although the three people were mentally weak, their vitality was extremely strong.
, it’s just like...
She had visited Rogman Oraire who had received the 'blessing'.
Those things can be thought about later, saving people is more important at this time. Yuffie glanced at the queen, indicating that she would handle the matter. She silently called for Ada's power and felt a familiar response coming from the network.
"I am Yuffie, the palace wizard of the empire." She said softly, reaching out her hand and walking towards the three of them, "Relax, I can cure you-"
"Uh, uh--"
The middle-aged man suddenly straightened up, so swiftly that he didn't look like a patient at all. The guard tried to grab his arm, but the man easily threw him away. He opened his mouth and roared, baring his bloody teeth and tongue, and pounced towards the nearest person.
A girl so close.
Yuffie blinked.
The magic power that had already been formed in the air condensed instantly and turned into a bluish translucent wall, allowing the other person's whole body to be photographed on it. The ice crystals quickly climbed up the man's arms and legs, firmly fixing him on the man's arms and legs, which were also made of ice.
wall - until then, Count Leslin's exclamation came belatedly. Yuffie walked around the ice wall, looked into the man's eyes regretfully, and then held the middle-aged woman's hand.
This time it was a trial treatment. She had to start with the milder patients, not the most severe ones.
The girl manipulated the magic skillfully and gently, allowing the power of the "Lord of Heaven" to flow through the woman's body, repairing the damage caused by every disease. The dark red scars quickly faded, and the rapid breathing gradually became calmer. When You
Fei finally withdrew her magic power, and the woman slowly sat up, looked at her hands, and then gently stroked her neck bones, as if she had just woken up from a big dream.
"I...my illness...is...really... cured?"
Maybe so, but the matter is not over yet. Yuffie patted the woman's shoulder as a comfort, and used the same method on her child - as a result, the boy stopped crying and stopped biting himself to recover.
The same fingers as before; then the girl turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was still struggling despite being imprisoned in the ice wall.
"Madam...Ms. Yuffie, sir." The middle-aged woman called her name carefully, with a timid and sad expression, "My husband... can he... be saved?"
The standard answer is no. Ada's power allowed her to confirm that the man's soul had left the body - in other words, the man had died not long ago. Her magic was enough to heal diseases and wounds, but it did not include resurrecting the dead.
The question is, in this case, how to explain the other party's still strong vitality and the attack on her just now?
Geed Sin once used the spiritual network to imprison the souls of many people, and then controlled their bodies. But Yuffie didn't feel that the men were being controlled at all. It was more like following the residual... or 'being' in the body.
Endowed with some kind of instinct, it tries to 'prey' her with abundant magic power.
"I will take him to Lin's laboratory now and try to cure him as much as possible." She did not plan to perform resurrection here - it was a tiring job, and there were things she wanted to confirm about the man, "You
Go home with your children first, take a bath and have a good rest. You have worked hard these past few days."
"When you are free, come and talk to me as soon as possible, Yuffie. No matter what time it is." The Queen looked at her seriously, "I need to know what this is."
She also wanted to know. "Speaking of which." She glanced at the guard not far away, "Were you injured just now?"
"It's just a few minor injuries." The young man blew at a few blood stains on the back of his hand, "It's not a problem at all."
"Go to the west tower and find a clean room to stay in. Don't leave. Let the guards deliver the food to you at the door." Yuffie said firmly, "If you have the same symptoms as them, or if you feel any other discomfort, please call immediately.
Find someone to inform me."
The guard's eyes widened, as if he understood something. He glanced at the man on the ice wall, and then retracted his gaze as if he was electrocuted, "You——"
"It's just a guess, don't tell anyone yet." The girl put her index finger to her lips, "We need to make some preparations, but without any evidence, rumors will only cause panic." She smiled at the other party reassuringly, "Don't worry,
If there is really a problem, I will help you treat it immediately. You will be fine. As for the salary you lost due to your absence from work..." She turned her head and looked at the countess who was still in shock, "Ms. Leslin, just
Can you help make up for it?"
"Of course there is no problem, poor child. Brave child." The white-haired Countess stroked her chest, nodded, and looked at the young guards gently, "Not only is the salary, I will also give you an extra salary.
A reward. Thank you for protecting this city—and protecting all of us."
So Yuffie summoned a floating force field and dragged the man and the ice cube to Lin's laboratory. The room was warm as spring, with several huge walnut bookshelves on one side and a row of two floors on the other side.
There were some squirrels, marmots and rabbits in the iron cage. The huge crucible was boiling a shiny coffee-colored liquid, bubbles bubbled up, and a sweet smell wafted out that reassured her.
"Sleeping potion." She recognized this common potion at a glance, "Do you still need this, Lin?"
"Some officials asked me for it. They were so busy that they lost sleep - maybe they were scared." The blond girl curled her lips and looked back at the 'ice sculpture' she brought, "What's wrong with this person?"
"A family of three has the same disease, and this one is the most serious. His soul is no longer there, but he can still move, and he wanted to attack me before." Yuffie explained simply and clearly, "Come and help us find out what's going on.
Check to see if it’s contagious.”
Lin closed the book in her hand, stretched out, and let out a big sigh.
"Since you say so, it's probably possible." The blonde girl picked up the blade and tweezers, gently removed a piece of tissue from the man's body, and threw it into a flask filled with light green liquid. "War, famine, and now
Plague? The three attendants of the God of Death are all here."
"Just coming on horseback." Yuffie replied. She couldn't help Delian's declaration of war for the time being. Fran and Kevins had to find a way to deal with the food shortage. If the current disease would turn into another disaster
, she wanted to solve it as early as possible, "I will be your assistant this time. If there is anything I can do, just say it."
"I won't show mercy."
The blond girl smiled, sunny and confident. She raised her right hand high, then closed her fingers and waved her fist.
"Let us work hard and produce results that are not inferior to Dean Corrence! Ah, if you put it this way -" she put down her hand and looked at Yuffie expectantly, "your magic should be
Does it have an effect on them?"
"That one can only save a small number of people. I trust the secret technique and your potion more than the power of the "Lord of Heaven"." Yuffie nodded and glanced at the man on the ice wall, "Besides, I just treated him
While they were there, I discovered something not very good.”
"The magic that I can cast is getting weaker." The girl said calmly, "I have a hunch that maybe what happened to the Black Crow Knights will happen again to the Ada believers in the near future."