"Where's the jade?" Philsa asked impatiently as soon as she landed.
He searched until he reached the bottom of the mountain, but still found no trace of the jade stone, believing that it was impossible for him to have missed any place.
Because compared to the naked eye, the tentacles of one's seventh sense, "magic perception," are more acute and accurate, even at night.
The only possibility is that the gem was already lying somewhere in the grass at the foot of the mountain before him.
What he pursued was more precious to him than life itself.
"Don't worry, it's with me."
Yug opened his palm, revealing the emerald stone tightly wrapped in translucent silk threads to prevent its aura from leaking and attracting enemies. However, he forgot that Philsa was blind and couldn't see the gem in his hand with the naked eye.
"I can't sense her presence."
"Oh, that's because I wrapped it up well, I'm not lying to you."
Philsa didn't say anything more and nodded reassuringly.
Blood trickled from the fine lines on her cheeks down to the corners of her mouth.
"I was accidentally injured by the Augustin's scorching sun blast when I escaped... It's nothing serious, anyway, I'm back."
"It's not just a simple injury, is it? I saw Augustine precisely target your movement and launch several explosions. To say that not half of them hit would be a lie." These were the words of the newcomer, hitting the nail on the head, with a slightly sarcastic tone.
Moreover, Philsa was almost completely exhausted. After his magic was depleted, he used his blood as a substitute to continue using the magic runes, the load of which had long exceeded the limits of his physical body.
Bleeding has seeped through the skin, even the cheeks, and old wounds have even recurred and cracked.
Seeing her companion's miserable state, the girl couldn't help but hug her tightly, saying, "You've been too reckless..." Then she looked up at the mysterious young man.
"Look, you're almost disfigured," he continued to tease Philsa, seemingly unconcerned about the current situation.
"As long as I can get back, that's all that matters."
Philsa then introduced the young man to Jelu, explaining that he was a top crystallizer known as "Death Glass," skilled in making dolls, and was the mole who had infiltrated the banquet that night.
It turned out they were also friends of Philsa. Hearing this, the girls were slightly taken aback, but eventually calmed down, though they were too embarrassed to apologize for their earlier reckless attack.
Yug said it didn't matter and didn't care at all. Afterwards, Jelu turned around to check on her companion's injuries, which seemed to be more difficult to treat than they appeared.
"I'm fine. Thank you so much, Yug, for the doll. It was so lifelike. I almost had a hallucination when I kissed it."
Yug pretended to complain, saying things like, "The materials are quite expensive, you have to pay for them," and then laughed.
He then untied the transparent silk cord that wrapped the jade and solemnly returned it to its owner.
Philsa took the heavy vessel containing his lover's soul and once again touched the familiar scent he had longed for for seven years. He fell silent, his expression revealing neither excitement nor any other emotion.
"It was all thanks to you that we were able to fool Augustine."
Yug nodded, accepting Felsa's praise. "That's really dangerous. What if... what if the plan fails? What if King Augustine doesn't throw the stone away, but crushes it in his hand instead? You'd really be out of options then."
"I will activate the vortex she left me with once more to attract and collect the souls that have not yet dissipated. I will spare no effort even if it costs twice as much demonic blood."
"Then you'll be dead in a few seconds. I didn't make a doll specifically for you, Philsa, to use as your body, except for your sister."
“I won’t die…” Philsa repeated again, “That’s why I said we would succeed tonight. Even if I’m badly injured, as long as I don’t die, nothing else matters.”
Jielu looked at her companion with pity, regretting that she couldn't help, and kept muttering, "Getting hurt again, you really acted recklessly..."
Yug was also gazing at Firsa, his joking attitude gone, and for the first time felt admiration for this unruly man before him.
Philsa of the Extreme Ice is blind and heavily wounded.
Even at the cost of death, they would pursue something.
What exactly is love, and how much potential can it unleash in a person?
(A lover...?)
Yug learned something from the experiences and strong will of others.
The old wounds in my heart are starting to stir again.
He was lost in thought for a moment, then composed himself and urged, "Let's get out of here first. Those guys on the mountain are yelling that they want your head."
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