Sword of Dawnbreaker

Soon, Bard left the laboratory, in the vast bioengineering hall, only Beltira remained along with one by one growing cocoon containers, the lights in the distance gradually dimmed, the cocoons surrounding the pillar of support were also enveloped in darkness one after another, leaving only the lights above Beltira’s pillar shining.

After a while, bubbles suddenly rose in the container where Beltira Lightwind was, and the elven girl floating in the biomass solution slowly turned her head toward the exit direction, incoherent sounds emerged from some vocal organ above the cocoon, murky and dream-like: ”Left...”

”Yes, left,” Beltira said one phrase at a time slowly, ”His name is Bard, you’ve met him, many years ago.”

Beltira Lightwind tried to recall, her voice once again came from above the cocoon, ”Yes, I have a memory. It’s already been... many years?”

”Yes, many years, many things have changed...” Beltira said softly, raising her hand and placing it on the transparent shell of the cocoon, ”How do you feel now?”

Beltira Lightwind hesitated for a moment, she too placed her hand on the inner wall of the transparent shell, seemingly feeling the warmth transmitted from Beltira’s hand through the layer of bio-crystal—but Beltira’s hand wasn’t warm, it was just a low-cost avatar, with a cold wooden structure. The elf girl within the container slowly thought for two or three seconds before squeezing out a word, ”Tired...”

”Do you want to sleep?” Beltira showed a slight smile, ”Getting more sleep is good for you.”

”No,” Beltira Lightwind slowly shook her head, then gazed at Beltira with a worried look, ”You, anxious, uneasy... I feel it.”

Beltira was stunned for a moment, then showed a slightly helpless expression, ”Even you felt it? Alright, I understand... After all, some parts of our soul are still connected, this connection seems impossible to eradicate... but I thought I had shielded my emotions quite well.”

”Elves, sensitive beings,” Beltira Lightwind said slowly, seemingly with some pride, ”Can feel it.”

Beltira was momentarily speechless, while Belna made a sound again after a moment: ”When... can I go out?”

”Not yet,” Beltira shook her head, ”Your body is still unable to survive in the outside world. I haven’t resolved the issue of your nervous system’s self-collapse, and your soul also needs some time to slowly adapt to the ’sensation’ of having a body again... Recently, I’ve been trying to approach it from a different angle, using external magic runes or magical effects to stabilize your condition. Give me some more time, I will definitely get it done.”

Belna didn’t speak. For a duration of over ten seconds, even Beltira couldn’t discern whether the elf inside the container was contemplating or had forgotten the current conversation, but after those ten seconds, Belna’s voice sounded again: ”Want to... go home.”

Beltira was taken aback, looking at the elf in the container, and after a long time, she softly broke the silence: ”You will go home, you will definitely go home... This time, I promise.”

...

In the morning, Veronica walked into Gawain’s study, accompanied by the diffuse essence of Holy Light, making the entire room brighter. Gawain looked up from the pile of documents he was handling and saw the ”Saint Princess” surrounded by Holy Light. He felt a spiritually invigorating force being transmitted to him through the pervasive Holy Light, and a slight smile appeared on his face: ”Thank you, it’s very effective.”

”It helps to relax the mind and repair the subtle damage the body suffers from continuous work,” Veronica said with a gentle smile, ”You haven’t rested for a long time again, Your Majesty.”

”I will arrange some time for myself to rest, but it’s probably unlikely for the time being, I can only try to combine work and rest,” Gawain shook his head, then shifted the topic to business, ”Have you seen the internal documents sent from Sorinburg?”

”The report submitted by Beltira?” Veronica nodded gently, ”Yes, I came here after reading it.”

”The speculation about the Fyrna-Lelena sisters is a chilling new viewpoint...” Gawain put down his pen, looking at the Defier Leader standing in front of his desk. The rising sunlight in the window spilled onto her face, seemingly merging with the emanating Holy Light, ”I want to hear your opinion.”