Chapter 128: VOL 2 Chapter 73: Bring your sister.
Upon hearing Sigrún's voice, Sofía and Martin, shocked, lifted their heads to see their sister floating in the air in front of the beautiful wife, who calmly placed her right hand over Clara's stomach. At the same time, several runes formed around her, beginning to emit a beautiful and warm pale green light that enveloped the young woman.
Meanwhile, Eleonora looked at Sigrún with a smile before turning her gaze to Erik. He, upon sensing a strange movement in the Myst around Clara, closed his eyes and took control of the Myst in the area. He strove to extend and enhance his sensory abilities as much as he could in an attempt to understand what his master was doing.
Filled with fascination and with a slight blush on their cheeks, Seraphina and Eleonora watched the mesmerizing display of ghostly lights Erik created whenever he connected with the Myst to perceive something that caught his attention—a spectacle exclusive to entities of their level, the only ones capable of seeing the Myst with their own eyes.
For mana users of their caliber, witnessing the way Erik interacted with the Myst could only be described as a masterpiece of incomparable beauty. One that stirred every fiber of their beings and from which they could even learn to improve their own interaction and harmony with the Myst, something practically unimaginable under normal circumstances.
Erik's ghostly light display was so alluring to beings of their level that even Eleonora and Sigrún had made their beloved disciple promise not to attempt it again near anyone who could appreciate it—especially any women. After all, they already had enough trouble dealing with Thalia pestering them and didn't want another "fly" buzzing around their cherished disciple.
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Not long after, Sigrún withdrew her hand from Clara's stomach. At that moment, Clara began to descend slowly, while the light around her faded, revealing a completely transformed appearance. Her skin had entirely shed its greenish and sickly hue, transforming into that of a young woman of immaculate beauty, her complexion white and slightly flushed, adorned with beautiful and delicate lips of vibrant cherry red.
Her once withered hair now shone softly with an attractive caramel tone, cascading delicately over her graceful figure and showcasing its well-defined waves, giving her an even more striking appearance than Sofía's. Sofía, unable to hold back her tears, wept as she saw her sister peacefully asleep, her chest rising and falling gently with her calm breathing.
""Thank you so much, young lady!!""
Martín and Sofía exclaimed ecstatically, bowing their heads deeply to Sigrún, their hearts overflowing with boundless gratitude toward the transcendentally beautiful woman. Sigrún laughed softly as she returned to the side of the man with starry hair, her steps light and graceful, while Clara gently fell into the arms of her siblings.
Meanwhile, Erik opened his eyes and looked at Sigrún with an expression that practically screamed questions, something that drew affectionate smiles from the three women beside him. Even the perfect maid couldn't escape the charm of her young master's adorable expression.