Echoes of the Past

Chapter 7 No, I want to go to jail!

Suiyue is like a beef ball, getting chewier the more you beat it.

Thanks to her indomitable spirit, Nan'an gained a deeper understanding of this strange space.

The physical feedback and physiological reactions are completely consistent with reality.

The magic would operate faithfully in the way that Nanan was still familiar with, without any distortions or abnormal echoes.

Everything that happens here cannot directly interact with the real world in a physical form.

At least that's what current observations suggest.

The abnormality lies in the injury.

Nan'an deliberately prolonged the training time and did not use healing magic, allowing the injured Suiyue to directly enter the language class.

As time went by, Suiyue's scars, those wounds that should have healed slowly, especially the areas that had scabbed over after bleeding, healed themselves at an incredible speed.

Nan'an carefully stroked Suiyue's arms and neck, finding them exceptionally delicate—it was unbelievable how a 15-year-old girl who had left the orphanage under the Dawn Church to make a living could have such good skin. Was it a racial talent?

In short, there are no scars.

The discovery of the ability to respire blood back into the body put Nan'an into deep thought.

He had a vague feeling that even if Suiyue died here, she could be resurrected over time.

Nan'an dared not lightly touch the test of death for the time being. He had died once and knew what it was like to fall into eternal sleep.

The lack of magic brought about by the appearance of Nan'an has undergone positive changes after its potential has been repeatedly squeezed and magically permeated and tortured.

On the 14th day of being locked up in the cell, Suiyue's symptoms of drowsiness and fatigue lessened.

Her request for the sandbags from the guardian magician appeared on Governor Pirion's desk.

Amidst the piles of headache-inducing paperwork and administrative orders, this application offered Pirion's tense brain a moment of relief, akin to a brain massage.

Typically, the "risk of being contaminated by a nightmare" is almost directly linked to imprisonment or execution.

Detainees often react violently, either hysterically cursing or pleading with tears streaming down their faces, or at least living in constant fear and weakness.

Only Suiyue was an exception.

For 14 days, the only difference between her and domestic animals was that domestic animals would move around when they had nothing to do.

She would only take a stroll on the side of the cell that could be observed after eating, and the rest of the time she would sleep soundly.

"I'm bored and want to do rehabilitation." The reason for applying for the sandbag was simple and unpretentious.

While others are in prison, Suiyue seems to have made her cell home and plans to stay there permanently.

Just as Pirion was picking up his quill to write his instructions, there was a knock on the door of his study.

The Knight Commander led a visitor in.

The newcomer's rose gold-trimmed silver robe, along with the familiar antler pattern on it, instantly made Pirion's gaze turn serious.

The outfit itself lends a heavy weight to the letter being handed over.

"hiss……"

Pirion was surprised after reading only two lines of the letter.

Take out a magic crystal the size of a thumb from a wooden box in the corner of the desk, and gently rub it with your fingers to activate it.

A misty, magical vapor seeped from the crystal, and a flickering glow briefly illuminated the end of the letter, making the personal signature and emblem clear and distinct.

The visitor from Elu spoke.

"If Your Excellency wishes to communicate with Lord Raven, I can activate the communication array on your behalf."

Pirion, who was carefully examining the object, paused slightly and chuckled, "How strange."

Suiyue's observation period ended ahead of schedule, and the originally planned 30 days for Huoya was shortened to 15 days without any warning.

In dealing with matters of divine nightmares, the [Elu] have the highest authorization from the Senate. In times of emergency, they can bypass local officials and take over administrative, judicial, and other functions, exercising de facto control.

As the second-in-command of the Deer, the Crow always adheres to rules and disregards personal feelings when it comes to matters of divine nightmares.

Yet his actions toward Suiyue revealed a gentleness of forgiveness and leniency.

Pirion nudged the letter with his hand, revealing a purplish-brown wooden box on the table.

"What is this?"

The Elu members did not answer, but stepped forward and opened it in front of everyone present.

Pirion spoke almost simultaneously: "This is a necessary administrative procedure. I must ensure that the information is on file and, if necessary, submitted directly to the Senate for questioning. After all, it involves the Nightmare of God, and everything is for the sake of Soliz."

The voices of the Elu members were like flattened cobblestones: "Everything for Soliz."

The disclaimer is now complete, and the wooden box is opened.

Pirion frowned slightly and looked up in surprise, but he couldn't detect anything unusual on the faces of the members of the Evil Deer who came in place of the Crow; they only had a businesslike calm.

"As a testament to and reward for Suiyue's courage, this is a gift that Lord Bewitching Raven bestowed upon her in his personal capacity. Please have Lord Pirion deliver it on her behalf."

After a while, Pirion stared at the object inside the wooden box that reflected a green light, and then he understood the reason.

He sighed and ordered, "Bring Suiyue to see me."

On the way out of the basement, Suiyue suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"What does this mean? I just wanted a sandbag, why was I summoned by the governor? Is he suddenly thinking of executing me?"

Based on the footsteps around him and Suiyue's description that only two people were accompanying him, and that one of them was a waiter rather than a magician, Nan'an felt much more at ease.

"If I really wanted to take you down, this wouldn't be the lineup. Stop overthinking and just walk."

After a period of reconciliation, Nan'an Suiyue has figured out the details of the summoning ritual communication.

Without telepathy, at the very least, one must whisper to ensure the quality of communication.

This doesn't match Nan'an's understanding of summoning magic; it's far too rudimentary.

Therefore, he could only blame everything on Suzuki Tana.

The reception room was spacious and bright, with a heavy, dark brown wooden table at the far end.

Pirion, dressed in a formal black suit, sat in the main seat, with several other magicians in robes standing or sitting beside him, creating a solemn atmosphere.

This scene, comparable to the "Feast at Hongmen," failed to intimidate Suiyue.

She walked over casually and plopped down in a chair before the waiter could pull it out for her, leaving the waiter, who was about to serve her, frozen in mid-air, embarrassed and at a loss for what to do.

"What do you want to eat?" Suiyue asked directly.

Pirion's gaunt face, like a dried rock, with its cold, hard lines and imposing presence, bore a striking resemblance to the Raven.

He had prepared a dignified opening befitting his status as governor, but under Suiyue's straightforward and unpretentious "What do you want to eat?" offensive, he suddenly realized that... any words he had prepared seemed utterly lacking in presence at this moment.

Whatever I say seems pale and powerless.

As a nobleman, he did not intentionally put on airs or exert pressure.

However, as is customary, in formal occasions with outsiders present, a complete set of identity verification and etiquette procedures, just as he had done when facing the envoy of Elu, is necessary.

The process may be lengthy, but it aligns with the consensus of aristocratic society.

Pirion was silent for two seconds, then finally waved his hand, abandoning the original plan: "Then... let's just serve the food."

Several magicians, acting as witnesses, took their seats together—they had been brought there by Pirion to ensure that the work was documented.

The magicians were fully aware of their roles and remained silent, like background figures.

With the light and rhythmic footsteps of the waiters, several food carts were pushed into the spacious reception room one after another.

As the silver lids were lifted one by one, steam and the enticing aroma of food immediately filled the air.

The bright red, glistening grilled meat, paired with carefully prepared side dishes and sauces, is served one after another.

"These are lambs from the Kline Woodlands, coated with mead, sweet sauce, and baked..."

"What are you babbling about? Can you keep your voice down? I need to eat."

Suiyue was devouring half a lamb when the waiter, who had just begun to explain the source of the ingredients and how it was prepared, was stopped.

Pirion regretted not taking the opportunity to eliminate the step of announcing the names of the dishes at the aristocratic gathering.

"Suiyue, you'll be free after midnight."

He gently gathered his magic power and casually placed the wooden box in the air.

Following the flow of magic, the wooden box, suspended above the dining table, slowly floated over Suiyue's head and landed perfectly in her hand.

"After observation, you have been cleared of suspicion of being corrupted by the Nightmare and will now regain your citizenship in Solize. This is a gift from the Raven in its personal capacity, as a reward for your passionate advance and valiant fight against the enemy."

Suiyue was shocked. With her mouth full of grease, she looked up at the other end of the long table in disbelief.

She grabbed the drinks, wolfed down the meat, and exclaimed impatiently, "Wait a minute, isn't it supposed to be 30 days? Only half of it's over!"

"Multiple tests of Windvelvet Potion have all shown no abnormalities, and the Windvelvet Crystal test also yielded a result of 0. There is no doubt that you have not been corrupted by the Nightmare. The one fighting you is the Living Corruptor, not a subjugated entity." Pirion grew increasingly puzzled. "Shouldn't you be happy about this result?"

Happy?

Are you kidding me!

Those 15 days in jail were the most carefree days she had had since leaving the Dawn Orphanage.

Clean and tidy, with free accommodations that also provide hot water for washing.

Meals are provided on time every day, with balanced nutrition and plenty of meat and vegetables.

There's no need to worry about security; the governor's guards protect you around the clock.

All she needs to do is eat and drink her fill, fall asleep and meet Nan'an, train hard, and learn the knowledge of the old Gray Star veterans to become stronger.

With room and board included, where else can you find such generous treatment after you get out of prison?

"No, I want to stay in jail!"