Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

“Okay, would these restrictions suffice?”

“Of course, Raphael,” Said Mother. “These binds are really tough. I don’t think I could escape being restricted like that. Even at midnight, escaping from that would require great time and effort.”

“And if the items that you set upon her really work,” Mom added. “Getting herself out of those binds is simply impossible.”

In front of us, there was a red-headed woman being tied to a red-colored metallic chair. Golden orichalcum chains were repeatedly coiling around her girth and arms. At the back of the chair, each of her wrists had a crimson bracelet on it.

Her feet were tightly bound to the legs of the chair as well. By the way, the chair was actually embedded in the floor and would be virtually impossible to move or lift. And the chair was made out of Blood Steel, which was extremely durable to a certain extent.

Even though she was tightly bound and restrained, the woman was actually dead as she sat on her seat. She was definitely hot, but her body was cold. For a certain reason, we are going to revive this woman.

In order to do that, several preparations must be made. We did not know what the Nightmare would do once she got revived, so there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

First, we need to set up the settings. Since she was a holder of the Monarch of the Night and there was no guarantee that the skill had been completely stripped from her, this two o’clock afternoon would be a good time to conduct the resurrection.

For the location, the resurrection must take place in a very secure space. A location to contain the revived demoness and prevent her from escaping. And the dungeon was definitely a perfect place.

To make things sure and safe, I equipped the Nightmare with nasty restrictions, such as the Blood Steel bracelets that were enchanted with Unique Skill: Anti-Skill and Extra Skills: Limiter and Cancel Magic. It was the same artifact that dominated Elise back then.

In the event that the items did not work and the Nightmare fought back, the security personnel, namely Mom, Mother, Czarina, Inari, and I myself, would do anything to stop her.

Mother said that the Nightmare was over a thousand of Level, and our total battle prowess was about ten thousand levels. It would be overkill, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

With all things fully prepared, the resurrection of the Nightmare that almost destroyed two countries was fully ready.

“Hey, Mom.” I looked at Mom and asked. “Do you want to be the one to resurrect her?”

“Oh, Raphael, you do not want to?”

“Not that I do not want to revive her, Mom. I just wanted you to do it. Mother killed her, so it’s Mom’s turn to resuscitate her back to life.”

I had the capability to resurrect the Nightmare by invoking Light Magic Level 10: Resurrection. And since Mom could also do the same, I saw no problem with letting her do so, except for a portion of her mana. 𝒷𝒹ℴ𝓿𝓁.𝓬𝓸𝓂

“Well, if Raphael does not mind, then I will do it.”

Mom stepped forward after she said that and stood in front of the sitting, dead body of the Nightmare. She thrust her palms toward the body, and her hands glowed aquamarine, indicating the casting of the spell.

“Okay, I will be starting now.”

Then, suddenly, a huge amount of mana was released from Mom’s body and filled the entire cell. Her mana was thick and suffocating for ordinary people, but it could not affect anybody in the room.

As if being sucked by it, all the mana in the air gathered and collected on the dead body of the Nightmare. Now, the body had been surrounded by a thick and condensed layer of light element.

“Light Magic Level 10: Resurrection!”

Once the body was filled up with sufficient mana, Mom finally invoked the name of the spell, and the dead body rapidly absorbed that amount of mana.

Afterwards, the stab wound on her chest quickly closed up and healed. After that, the skin of the body gradually became more lively, as did the rise in her body temperature.

Thrump.

Along with the reflowing of her blood in the blood vessels, her fully restored heart finally pulsated after her years of life cessation, and the Nightmare had been resurrected.

“Phew, the resurrection has been completed; the Nightmare has been revived.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“You are welcome, my son.”

I gave Mom a lovely embrace for a job well done, indulging in the softness and ampleness of her lovely bosom. I then landed a kiss on her forehead before undoing my snuggle.

“Now then,” I said, and then we turned our way to the Nightmare. “Her heartbeat has been becoming more normal, and I think she will wake up any time soon. So be ready, everyone.”

After that, we carefully observed the Nightmare, painstakingly looking for any signs of her reawakening.

From what I could perceive from my Omnidirectional Perception, her body seemed to be slowly recovering, and her blood had been steadily flowing.

After a few moments of meticulous waiting, all of her internal organs had reached their full function, and she began to respire. Then her body made a small flinch, and her eyes seemed to be prying.

“…”

Her head was hanging down, and her red hair was blocking our vision of her face, but I could clearly sense each of the movements of her eyelids. Afterwards, her eyes had been opened under the crimson veil.

“Huh…?”

Still with her head hanging down, a confused, weak voice was uttered from her mouth. Then she tried to move her body, but only to be restricted by the chains around her.

Probably confused and curious about her current condition, the Nightmare cautiously raised her head up. Afterwards, the beautiful crimson eyes of the revived Nightmare gleamed before us.

“…”

She looked around and glanced at each of the people here. And once the Nightmare laid her gaze on a particular person, her eyes were wide.

“You!!!”