The long walkway led to a room on the southwest side of the castle, where Ciel had placed Scarlet. The room's main color scheme was light green, and the branches of an ancient mangrove tree could be seen from the window. In the distance, there was a distant view of Trentheim. The Dark Forest and the shadows of the mountains hanging from the clouds on the horizon.
When Felaern led Brando to the room, the young wizard had already received news that his master had returned and was waiting outside.
"How is it?" Brando asked as soon as he saw The Shire.
"Not too good," The Shire replied: "Miss Roman, Amandina, and Metisha are all inside."
Brando nodded and entered the room without saying a word. Scarlett's room was not an intensive care unit, and he did not smell the strong smell of medicine as soon as he opened the door. There was even a sense of tranquility in the room. When he opened the door, he saw that the curtains in front of him were gently raised, revealing a corner of Abies Castle.
Brando's entrance brought a slight breeze into the room.
A gentle breeze lifted the curtains of the princess bed in the middle of the room. The original owner of this bed had long been unknown, but Scarlet was currently lying on it. Under the veil, the girl's face was pale and her eyes were gently closed.
It was the first time Brando saw the girl with her ponytail untied. Her soft red hair covered part of her face, making her look extremely delicate.
She was very quiet.
It was not the usual stubbornness of silence, but a true silence. She did not make a sound, as if she was immersed in her own dreams. Unfortunately, Brando knew that it was a nightmare. Otherwise, the girl would not have frowned slightly with a pained expression.
When Metisha and Amandina saw Brando enter, they both stood up at the same time. The Elven princess nodded slightly, while Amandina looked at the young man without moving, a trace of worry in her eyes.
Although she didn't know what happened under Schafflund, she knew that Scarlet's situation wasn't optimistic. She had asked Ciel about the situation, but the young wizard only told her to wait for the lord to come back and deal with it.
This caused her heart to sink.
She was a simple girl. She had always been calm in her heart so that she could be a competent advisor. However, just like how she blamed herself for the 'death' of her Wild Elf sister back in the mountains of Chablis, she didn't want anyone in the group to meet with any mishap.
Amandina knew that this idea was childish and even ridiculous. Since ancient times, there was no conflict between nobles without bloodshed, but she was unwilling to give up on this point.
Calm but not cold-blooded, this was something that Brando had taught her.
"My Lord." The young lady asked in a low voice.
Brando nodded, but he immediately saw a small figure lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly. The merchant girl did not seem to notice the changes in her surroundings, to the point that a string of sparkling drool flowed out from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the blanket.
Brendel looked at the girl's expression in her dream, her eyebrows raised non-stop, and he knew that she was probably breaking through the obstacles in her dream. Of course, that was only in her imagination, and it was of no help to the red-haired girl at this moment.
But the young man knew that the Roman's thoughts were extremely simple, and there was not a trace of impurity in their actions. Of course, this was except for business.
Thus, he raised his eyebrows and did not have the heart to reprimand her. Brando walked to Scarlet's bedside and turned around to ask:
"What is she doing?"
"Telling Scarlet a story." Metisha replied.
"Telling a story?"
"The Roman girl said that when she was sick when she was young, her aunt would tell her a story. After listening to the story, her illness was cured. "The Silver Elf girl added in a small voice.
"And then?"
Seeing Metisha and the noble girl smile, Brando knew that this guy was doing something useless again. If the Roman's aunt was a witch, then she should have used a kind of magic. Holy magic was one of the witches' many spells.
But this was something that could not be learned by imitation, but the Roman obviously did not realize this.
He did not wake the merchant girl up, but his gaze fell on Scarlet's body. It had only been a week, but the red-haired girl had completely changed. She had lost her usual vitality and health, and her face was pale as paper. Her whole body seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and her skin gradually became transparent, and the blood vessels underneath could be seen clearly.
In sharp contrast to her crystal-like skin, a layer of eye-catching black patterns was growing on her neck. These patterns spread over her slender neck and extended to her face.
Seeing her like this, Brando's heart sank. The Blood of God had begun to spread, and even though The Shire tried his best to suppress it, this tenacious thing could not be stopped from spreading to the brain.
If this continued, there would be no red-haired girl called Scarlet in this world by tomorrow morning.
Metisha and Amandina saw that their omnipotent lord did not say a word, and they immediately understood Scarlet's situation.
Even though the Silver Elf girl was not good at expressing her feelings, she could not help but softly ask: "My lord?"
Brando only shook his head.
The patterns on Scarlet's body should have originated from her heart. That was the place where the Blood of God was injected, which was also the heart. In fact, this was the most troublesome way to inject the Blood of God. The person who used the Blood of God must have been very experienced. Faced with this method of injecting the Blood of God, The Shire and Brando could only be at their wits' end.
If they wanted to save Scarlet, they had to kill the Blood of God. But the Blood of God was the only thing keeping Scarlet alive. Even if they had a way to destroy the Blood of God, they would still have to kill this red-haired girl.
Moreover, they did not have a way to do so.
Another method was also suitable for this kind of situation where the body was occupied, or was in the process of being occupied, and that was to erase the will that dominated the body. But what made Brando helpless was that the Blood of God did not have a will, and was driven by instinct. Thus, this method also sealed his path.
He saw the patterns on Scarlet's neck slowly growing upwards, like blood-sucking thorns that slowly sucked away the girl's life. Or perhaps it was a slow-acting poison that would take her life once the time was up. But Brando stood by the bed, and for a moment there was nothing he could do.
There was a way to quench his thirst with poison.
He frowned.
But at this moment, a voice sounded in his mind: "Little one?"
"Yes?" Brando tilted his head slightly. The female voice in his mind was low and mature, and he recognized that it was Orthlyss's voice. In fact, the female Knight who came from the era of the War of the Holy Saints did not take the initiative to contact him often. She would only answer Brando when he had doubts about swordsmanship. "Lady Kaya?" He asked.
If Brando had heard Orthlyss's voice earlier, he would have suddenly had a great hope that this woman came from the era of the War of the Holy Saints. In her era, the power of Darkness and Chaos was far stronger than in this era. Orthlyss was no stranger to terms like the Blood of God and Tree Herders. She even knew more about them than Brando.
But Brando was a careful person and had already considered this point. In fact, on the way here, he had contacted Orthlyss in his mind, hoping to get help from her.
Unfortunately, the problem he faced was also a problem for Orthlyss. Scarlet's life was already damaged, and it was the Blood of God that repaired her body. In this situation, Orthlyss told Brando that there were only two ways to solve the problem once and for all.
The first was the Miracle Spell of the Holy Word. This spell could almost reverse the law, and it could even restore Metisha to the state before she was possessed by the Blood of God.
But then again, ever since the start of the War of the Holy Saints, apart from Saint Farnezain, there had never been a second person who could use this spell.
The second method was even more ridiculous. The method Orthlyss told him was to find the Covenant of Martha. The Covenant of Martha, as the name suggested, was a promise between mortals and Martha. Since the other party of the promise was the Mother of All, Martha, then the number of wishes that could be fulfilled was almost limitless. This could be said to be an enhanced version of the Miracle Spell. If the Miracle Spell could save Scarlet, then it was self-evident.
Unfortunately, the flaw of this method was that the possibility of it being realized was infinitely small. Although Orthlyss told Brando that the Covenant of Martha did exist, Brando had never heard of it appearing in history or in the game.
In the game, there were tens of millions of players exploring this world, and there were countless powerful beings. If even they could not find any clues about the Covenant of Martha, then how could he?
However, even Orthlyss could not come up with a better idea after rejecting both of them.
But this time, the Heroic Spirit's voice gave Brando some hope. He knew that the Ancient Knight would not take the initiative to contact him unless it was an emergency.
"I've taken a look," Orthlyss said: "This girl should not be able to live for more than twelve hours. Her illness is beyond cure." She replied.
Twelve hours, just as Brando expected. But when he heard Orthlyss' confirmation, his heart sank again.
"Have you thought of a way?" The Heroic Spirit of the Knight asked.
"There's no way to cure the root cause." Brando shook his head.
"You mean you can cure her?" Orthlyss was stunned when she heard his answer. Even if it was her, it would take a lot of effort to save this girl's life.
And that was when she was in her best condition, and not in her current state. She could not do anything in her current state. When she saved Brando in Bucce, she had already done her best.
The Prime Material Plane was very harsh for a pure spiritual being like her. After all, it was not as free as in the Sanctum, which was between fantasy and reality.
Brando nodded.
"There's a stupid way." He replied.
"A stupid way?"
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