Chapter 389.2
Alber glanced down at Eugene’s belly. “Because you’re carrying the child of a king.”
“Oh…”
“It’s a fundamental principle of sorcery. It cannot contain contradictions. This particular sorcery functions as a form of temptation, luring larks. In that regard, Anika is the ideal sorcerer. However, the king’s intentions are contrary to those of the larks. Logically, he wouldn’t be attracted to something that could pose a threat to him.”
“So, the king is unable to utilize this sorcery at all,” Eugene remarked with disappointment. She had hoped that if Anika, possessing the appropriate lineage for the sorcery, could wield it, then why not the king, who shared Anika’s lineage? It would have seemed perfect. Entrusting such a role to a king with transcendental power would have alleviated any concerns. But it was an option that had never been viable from the outset.
“Do you think it’s a viable plan if another Anika, not me, employs this sorcery to breach the castle’s shield?” Eugene pondered aloud.
“At present, it appears to be the best option. However…” Alber’s voice trailed off as she fell into contemplative silence, wearing a cautious expression. It seemed she was on the brink of mentioning something significant, possibly related to one of the sealed forbidden sorceries. There must have been a rationale behind sealing the sorcery controlling larks.
It could be that the sorcery was sealed due to the disappearance of the Death and Resurrection faction, rendering it inaccessible, but that didn’t seem to be the sole reason. Nevertheless, her recollection was hazy, as it had been a long time ago. At the time, she hadn’t paid much heed to the sorcery since it was one she couldn’t even approach.
Suddenly, Alber jerked in surprise, her gaze fixating on empty space. Eugene’s form began to blur, swiftly transitioning into a translucent state. Their last interaction involved Eugene reaching out as if attempting to grasp something, shouting, their eyes locking in a moment of connection.
When Alber opened her eyes again, she retched violently. A wave of heat surged from her stomach, and she vomited uncontrollably, the acrid scent of bitter blood assaulting her senses. It was a side effect of forcibly disrupting the sorcery.