Chapter 378: Thank You
Angelica then moved her feet, trying various movements. She couldn’t believe that her legs—something she had never been able to feel since birth—were now moving according to her will. Aldrian and Pope Claudius did not disturb her as she continued moving her feet, as if trying to absorb this new sensation.
Pope Claudius felt as if he could die happily at this moment. He had always considered Angelica his own daughter, and witnessing this miracle, he felt there was nothing that could make him happier. Lately, his life had been filled with one joyful event after another.
After finishing with her right leg, Aldrian moved on to her left. It didn’t take as much time as when he restored her eyesight because he worked on one leg at a time, allowing his power to be more concentrated and effective in breaking the curse.
After more than a minute, he finally completed the reconstruction process and stopped. He stood up and looked at her with a smile. Her tears continued to fall as she felt the entirety of her legs for the first time.
After a minute of trying to move both feet, she gathered her courage and attempted to stand. She held onto the wheelchair for support, but Aldrian immediately stepped in, holding her so she wouldn’t fall. It was her first time standing in her life, so she needed some assistance. Angelica didn’t refuse his help and instead held onto his hands.
When she finally managed to stand, a new sensation washed over her. She felt like a little bird perched on the edge of a branch, ready to take flight for the first time. She tried to steady herself, and when she was finally able to stand on her own, Aldrian gently let go. She wobbled slightly but remained standing.
Through tear-stained eyes, she looked ahead where Pope Claudius stood, five meters away. She then glanced down at her feet and the floor before finally taking her first step—a step that would change her fate. As she moved forward, she struggled to steady her wobbly body, using her hands for support.
At this moment, she was like a toddler learning to walk for the first time. The little bird had begun flapping its wings, testing the wind, adjusting to the sensation of freedom.
A second step—her body was still unsteady, but she remained standing.
A third step, then a fourth... Though each movement was stiff and her strides remained small, she was finally walking on her own. The bird had leaped from the branch, soaring into the vast sky at last.
Angelica walked toward Pope Claudius, and when she finally reached him, he immediately took her hands and pulled her into a hug. At that moment, he couldn’t hold back his tears—there had never been a happier moment in his life than this. For so long, he had lamented the fate of this child.