Chapter 47 : Chapter 47
Chapter 47. Envoys from the Holy Church
After the silence came a frenzy as overwhelming as a landslide and tsunami.
“A miracle! This is a true miracle!”
“She has reversed her age! She has truly become young again!”
The entire square erupted into complete chaos.
However, the now youthful Lady Margaret showed not the slightest sign of indulging in her regained youth.
She merely stretched her limbs, feeling the abundant vitality within her body.
Then she immediately turned to her assistant and began issuing orders energetically in a calm and steady tone that did not match her youthful appearance at all.
“Send word out. The expansion project for the orphanage in the southern district will begin today. I will personally supervise the work!”
“Bring me the food procurement list for the next week. I will review it again. We must ensure that every child has hot soup during the winter!”
“And contact the workshop. The blueprints I designed for the third-generation prosthetic limbs for the disabled must have a finished prototype within three days!”
This scene spread clearly throughout the entire city through the Magitech Light Projection Matrix.
People watched the energetic young woman efficiently handling various charitable affairs, and the shock in their hearts rose to another level.
This potion was not a toy for indulgence.
It was a sacred gift that allowed great souls to gain more time to create value.
Seeing that the atmosphere had reached its peak, Sylvia stepped onto the high platform.
“Everyone, what you have just witnessed is the miracle of the Fleeting Youth potion.”
“Its effect allows the user to return to three days of their peak youth while retaining all of their strength and memories. After three days, the effect disappears.”
She looked around the crowd, her voice reaching every corner.
“The materials required for this potion are extremely rare, and the refining process is extraordinarily difficult. Therefore, in half a month, we will hold the first auction here in Winter City. It will also be the only one.”
“The items for auction will be only five bottles of Fleeting Youth!”
The announcement detonated the crowd once again.
Only five bottles!
Those four words ignited the greed and desire in everyone’s hearts like a blazing fire.
Of course, some calm-minded individuals raised doubts.
“With such overwhelming effects, are there truly no side effects?”
“Who knows whether this is some evil technique that drains life?”
At that moment, a magnificent golden griffin descended from the sky.
A messenger wearing golden armor dismounted and loudly read a handwritten letter from the patriarch of the Golden Griffin Family, Phoenix de August.
The content of the letter was very simple.
“I have heard that Professor Logaris of Saint Arcadia Academy has developed a miraculous medicine in the Northern Territory, and I deeply admire this achievement. Professor Logaris' academic ability and character are well recognized throughout the scholarly world. The Golden Griffin Family is willing to guarantee with our reputation that this potion is not an evil technique. Our family will send a representative to participate in this auction. We hope to have the honor of purchasing one bottle for our collection.”
This letter acted like a reassuring pill that completely eliminated everyone’s final doubts.
The Golden Griffin Family of the Eastern Territory.
They possessed wealth rivaling nations.
If even they were willing to publicly endorse it, what reason was there left to doubt?
The news spread across the continent like a raging wildfire.
In the royal capital, inside a gloomy castle.
An elderly general lay on a sickbed, breathing with difficulty as he listened to a report from his subordinate.
When he heard the words “rejuvenation” and “Logaris,” his previously dim eyes suddenly erupted with a terrifying brilliance.
It was an extreme desire for life, mixed with greed that would pay any price.
“Go… go to Winter City!”
He forced the hoarse command from his throat with all the strength he had left.
“Sell… sell all my Golden Lion Coins and all my estate deeds. Convert everything into money! No matter the cost, I want one bottle! I want to wear my armor again and return to the battlefield one more time!”
Similar scenes were unfolding in countless mansions of nobles across the kingdom.
The miracle of Fleeting Youth was like a massive bomb thrown into the stagnant waters of the continent, creating towering waves.
Winter City had transformed from a remote northern capital into the center of a swirling vortex of wealth and desire for the entire world.
However, before the feast could begin, uninvited guests had already arrived.
The investigation group of the Holy Church, a “Holy Church Envoy” escorted by twelve Holy Knights, arrived in Winter City on the fifth day after the auction news spread.
Their arrival was like a piercing cold current that instantly cooled the feverish city.
The leader was a newly promoted fifth-tier Holy Knight named Helena.
She was a woman renowned for her devotion and integrity.
Those potential buyers who had already prepared their vaults of wealth and were ready to spend fortunes at the auction suddenly became hesitant.
Spending an astronomical price on a potion only to be labeled an “accomplice of heresy” by the Holy Church was not a profitable deal.
The air in Winter City, once filled with the sweet scent of Golden Lion Coins, now carried a strange hint of something called unease.
…
On the night before the auction, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
Logaris stood alone backstage at the venue, inspecting the defensive magic arrays he had personally set up.
That woman Sylvia had said that if this auction succeeded, the Northern Territory’s finances would be secure for at least ten years.
Naturally, security was the highest priority.
“The basic alert rune matrix… no problems.”
“The spatial disturbance trap… trigger sensitivity is normal.”
“The anti-divination spellwork… yes, it should block most attempts at spying.”
Logaris adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting the faint glow of the runes.
He was fairly satisfied with his work, though in his opinion these were merely trivial toys.
At that moment, a faint sound of footsteps came from the shadows.
Without turning his head, Logaris spoke coldly.
“Lilith, did I not tell you to guard the outside? Trying to slack off and get your salary deducted?”
“Um… Professor, it is not me.”
A strange young male voice filled with nervousness sounded from behind him.
Only then did Logaris turn around.
The newcomer looked like a young man barely in his early twenties.
He wore a simple priest’s robe and had a delicate appearance.
His face carried an awkward expression that seemed completely out of place in the tense atmosphere around them.
And there was also… admiration?
Logaris frowned slightly.
Someone from the Holy Church?
They arrived this quickly?
He had already prepared himself to throw the other party out.
However, the young priest’s next action left him stunned.
The young man first gave a respectful and standard scholar’s salute.
Then he carefully took out a small booklet from his robe, its pages worn and curled from repeated reading.
Printed on the cover were a line of gilded words.
“Eleven Conjectures on the External Manifestations of Aether and Their Applications.”
Author: Logaris West.
“Professor Logaris! I… I am your loyal reader!”
The young priest’s eyes shone with the excitement of meeting his idol, and his face had turned red from excitement.
“My name is Leo! I have read Eleven Conjectures no fewer than thirty times! The theory of ‘nonlinear fluctuations of magical tides’ that you proposed in it is simply genius! It completely overturned my understanding of the Evocation School!”
Logaris: “…”
What in the world was going on?