What does a ghost who only has a soul body fear most?
Falia, who had been reduced to retaining only her mental power, had the most to say on the matter.
The thing she feared most was, of course, someone who could see her!
Right now, she was hiding in the deepest part of Lance’s Sea of Consciousness through a Master-Disciple Contract, yet she could still be seen!
Furthermore, the person who discovered her was just a little Middle Rank mage.
If a Middle Rank could find her, what about High Rank, Elements, or even Saint Rank?
Instantly, Falia felt a deep fear about her spirit body floating in the outside world.
“Brother, who is this lady?”
Confused, Noren scratched her right cheek, finding it strange that the beautiful, blue-glowing lady had such a large reaction.
‘Brother can see you, so it shouldn’t be strange that I can see you too, right?’
“She… she is…”
Lance stammered when asked about her identity. He clearly hadn’t thought of an explanation and could only look back at Falia.
He couldn’t tell Noren!
He had signed a contract that clearly stated he couldn’t reveal Falia’s identity to others! Naturally, Lance couldn’t just casually hand over Falia’s identity!
Noticing her lapse in composure, Falia quickly reined in her panicked expression.
‘She’s just a little Middle Rank girl; I’m losing my cool over nothing.’
Scolding herself internally, the lazily floating Falia adjusted her posture to look as if she were standing on the floor, appearing much more dignified.
“Ahem.”
Falia coughed lightly, her mind racing as she quickly thought of how to answer the young girl’s question.
Telling her she was a Witch was absolutely out of the question.
From Lance’s memories, Falia knew clearly that the current Witch’s Hermitage was a terrorist organization that the Three Great Churches were united in hunting down.
If she told this girl, trouble would surely follow. The fewer people who knew her true identity, the better. So how should she tell her…
Suddenly thinking of what she needed to do next, a spark of inspiration hit Falia, and she opened her mouth to say, “I am a lost Labyrinth Researcher.”
“A lost… Labyrinth Researcher?”
Noren murmured, her eyes showing confusion.
‘Are there still people specializing in labyrinth research? Uh — it seems the Churches do organize scholars to investigate various labyrinth phenomena, but what does “lost” mean?’
In her confusion, Noren shifted her gaze back to Lance.
Taking the hint, Lance immediately picked up the conversation and explained, “This lady is a scholar whose soul was trapped in the Maze due to various reasons. My successful return was all thanks to her help.”
“Oh, I see.”
Noren understood and didn’t doubt her brother’s words for a second. Hearing that this beautiful lady had helped her brother, a smile instantly appeared on her face as she gave Falia a sweet grin.
Then, realizing she had just startled the lady, she hurriedly leaned forward and bowed deeply to the blue-glowing Falia, saying, “Thank you for helping my brother!”
At such a solemn expression of gratitude, Falia was dazed for a moment, as if a memory had caused her brain to freeze up.
However, Falia quickly shook it off, a faint smile on her face.
“Ah? Oh — it was nothing. Helping Lance escape was also helping myself. There’s no need to thank me like that. Please, stand up.”
Hearing this, the little maid Noren quickly straightened her back, her eyes full of curiosity as she looked at Falia.
“Um, miss, what is your name?”
Having plenty of experience being around beautiful women, Noren wasn’t shy and was the first to ask Falia a question.
Falia quite enjoyed the kindness and closeness in her words. After all, who wouldn’t like a cute girl sweetly calling them “Big Sister”?
“Me? My name is Fa —”
“Cough!”
Just as Falia was about to blurt out her name, Lance suddenly coughed heavily, interrupting her.
“My name is… I don’t know either…”
“Huh? You don’t know what your name is, Big Sister?”
Falia, wearing heavy mage robes, put on a distressed look and closed her eyes tight. She clearly hadn’t thought of an excuse yet.
Lance breathed a small sigh of relief, his heart settling. ‘I can’t let Noren get involved with a Witch! Even knowing her name is too much!’
Thus, Lance took the opportunity to explain, “It’s like this. Since this lady’s soul was trapped in the Maze for a long time, she has lost a significant portion of her memories, so…”
Hearing this, Noren’s expression toward Falia became filled with sympathy.
‘She even lost her own name. What an ill-fated lady…’
But soon, Noren stopped dwelling on it.
“Master, weren’t you going to check Noren’s physical condition?”
Lance looked back at Falia, his words pulling the subject back on track.
“Oh, right.”
Falia understood. Her soft, boneless body drifted, and she soon floated back to Noren’s side.
“Little Noren, don’t be nervous. Just relax. I’ll check your condition and see if I can find a solution.”
Noren blinked and nodded obediently. She didn’t feel any rejection or wariness toward the ghost-like Falia. ‘After all, she knows Brother, so she wouldn’t hurt me.’
Seeing the little girl like this, Falia liked her more and more. ‘This little girl is much more likeable than the noisy Little Faliya in my head.’
‘I wonder how my parents tolerated me back then.’
As memories surfaced, Falia slowly reached out her hand and pressed it against the top of Noren’s head.
To avoid making Noren uncomfortable, Falia specially adjusted the temperature of her soul’s fluctuations.
As a result, in Noren’s perception, a wave of warmth poured from the top of her head down to her limbs.
‘So warm…’
Wrapped in comfort, Noren’s body trembled slightly. She couldn’t help but relax, nearly falling onto the floor.
Fortunately, Lance was quick to react. He timely carried the sofa and placed it behind Noren.
At the same time, Lance looked at Falia with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, clearly hoping she would find something.
Ideally, she would provide a direct solution to Noren’s physical issues, saving him from the risk of confronting those old fogies in the Restoration Army.
But Lance noticed Falia’s brow furrowing slightly, as if she had encountered some difficult problem. After an unknown amount of time, Falia finally withdrew her hand.
Noren, however, was weak all over. She lay on the sofa with a hazy consciousness and fell asleep after a short while.
“Master, how is the situation?”
“Hmm — it’s not complicated, just a bit tricky.”
“Huh? Tricky?”
After ensuring Noren was asleep, Falia abandoned her dignified posture. Leaning back, she circled Lance on her side.
Meanwhile, she frowned in thought, unsure how to explain the situation to him.
“How should I put this? The race transformation technique used on Little Noren is very crude. So crude that I doubt how it even succeeded.”
Hearing this, Lance also explained the situation at the time. “Out of 160 people, Noren was the only successful case. Everyone else died instantly.”
“Hmm — unsurprisingly. To solve Little Noren’s physical problems, you just need to reverse-refine her bloodline. It’s not difficult. Technically speaking, it’s not an issue; I can easily crack this race transformation technique.”
Lance was slightly pleased to hear this, but he realized Falia hadn’t mentioned the tricky part yet. He immediately asked, “Then why did you say it’s tricky?”
At this, the drifting Falia stopped her circular motion and said distressfully, “The difficulty lies in the materials. To perform the reverse-refinement, I must have two vials of blood rich in spirituality. One is Noren’s own blood, and the other is the Blood Race’s blood inside her.”
“Noren’s blood isn’t an issue; it just needs some refining, and it’s rich in spirituality. However, that Blood Race blood has almost completely lost its spirituality. Even if extracted, it can’t be used at all.”
Lance nodded, understanding somewhat. But it didn’t sound that tricky?
Seeing Lance’s expression, Falia caught on and became serious, solemnly asking, “Lance, is that Restoration Army very powerful?”
Lance felt it was somewhat strange, not understanding why Falia was asking this, but he thought for a moment and answered, “Not really… Currently, there should only be four Elements left. I heard they were recently heavily damaged by the Blood Race and have declined to the point where they must seek help from Priestess Princess Cecilia.”
Hearing this, Falia grew even more puzzled. “Then… why is the blood inside Noren from the Davenport family, one of the three great royal families of the Blood Race? Have you captured a Blood Race Duke?”
“Huh?”
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