Chapter 770- The Limitations of the Ultimate Skill (2)

Chapter 770: Chapter 770- The Limitations of the Ultimate Skill (2)

Far from the noisy celebrations, Reinhardt lay atop a large boulder with his hands folded behind his head. He stared at the sky above him.

It was cloudless, bright, and clear. Countless stars glittered across the darkness, undisturbed by anything happening in the mortal world.

Reinhardt quietly observed the sky.

The battlefield below had changed forever. In this battle, he had unleashed so many of his skills at full power that the terrain had been completely reshaped.

Now, looking at this place, no one would be able to tell that this was a corrupted space deep within the Tainted Lands.

Reinhardt sighed. "Maybe I went overboard this time."

"You think?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Reinhardt turned his head and saw Erza standing a few steps away. Her crimson hair fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Unlike her usual battlefield appearance, she had removed most of her armor, leaving only a simple dark undersuit beneath her cloak. Without her armor and the imposing aura she carried during battle, she looked quite different from her usual self.

"Couldn’t sleep?" Reinhardt asked.

"Hmph." Erza looked away. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Me? I’m comfortable here. If I am with everyone, they will be unable to relax around me."

"I see..." Erza glanced at the boulder. "But lying on a rock can’t be comfortable, right?"

"Who says that? It’s a good rock." Reinhardt shifted slightly and patted the stone beneath him. "It is so comfortable that I want to take it back with me and put it in my mansion."

Erza rolled her eyes.

This man was truly infuriating.

Reinhardt raised his eyebrows and laughed. For a while, neither of them spoke.

The sounds of celebration drifted faintly from the camp. The knights were still drinking, eating, and recounting their achievements, with each retelling becoming more exaggerated than the last.

The sound gradually softened as the distance increased.

Erza slowly stepped closer and leaned against the rock. She raised her head and began stargazing just like Reinhardt.

"Reinhardt."

"Hm?"

"What is your dream?"

Surprisingly, Erza initiated the conversation.

"Dream, huh? Hmmm..."

Erza shifted her eyes from the sky and looked at the man lying beside her.

"You’ve fought demons all your life. You’ve saved numerous kingdoms from demonic invasions and even acquired the Divine Paladin class from the Altar. In this war, it might not be an exaggeration to say that your contribution was the highest."

She paused briefly.

"And yet, you don’t have a dream?"

Reinhardt continued staring at the stars.

"Dream, huh..."

He thought for several seconds.

"I’ve never really thought about it."

Erza raised an eyebrow. "You’ve never thought about it?"

"No."

"But..."

Reinhardt extended one hand and made a fist.

"I do have an ambition."

"Ambition? What is it?"

"You really want to know?"

Reinhardt smiled.

"But too bad, it’s a secret."

That mysterious little smile immediately irritated her. Erza felt like this man had become even more annoying after being swept up in that mysterious state more than a month ago.

"Fine, then don’t tell me."

Erza folded her arms against her chest, emphasizing her generous curves beneath the dark fabric.

"Well, it does have something to do with you too," Reinhardt said. "Hehe. In any case, to achieve that ambition, I’ll have to clear this world of demons first."

Erza furrowed her brows, wondering what he meant by those words.

"Hnn."

She turned her face away.

"Acting so mysterious. Aren’t you just thinking about some woman?"

"Maybe."

"Hmph."

"Who’s to say? I might even be wondering about you..."

At that moment, soft footsteps approached the area, followed by a familiar voice.

"Eh, you two are here? Did I interrupt something?"

Both of them turned.

Vanessa stood a short distance away. Her white robes fluttered gently in the breeze, and her silver hair shone beneath the moonlight.

Sensing the mood and atmosphere, her eyes moved between Reinhardt and Erza with a hint of gossip. She quickly suppressed it and smiled.

"Should I come back later?"

A faint hint of amusement appeared in her expression.

Erza’s face immediately flushed red. "What nonsense are you talking about? There is nothing going on."

Vanessa’s smile widened.

She had never said that something had happened.

"I see."

Reinhardt chuckled. "So, why are you here, Vanessa?"

"I came here to invite you to the celebration. Why aren’t you with them?"

"Haha, the knights are eating, drinking, telling stories, and probably exaggerating their accomplishments to their comrades." Reinhardt laughed softly. "I don’t want to put a damper on their spirits."

He turned his gaze back toward the camp.

"And besides, I arrived late. The people who deserve the praise are the ones who fought from the beginning. They held the line when I wasn’t there. They kept the Dawnbringers alive. They are the real Heroes of this battle."

Vanessa nodded gently.

"That sounds like you."

Then she hesitated briefly.

"I actually came here to speak with you."

"Oh?"

Vanessa’s warm smile slowly faded, and her expression became serious.

"It concerns the skill you used to bring me back. I know exactly what condition my body was in. The curses had already reached every part of me. My soul was weakening, and my body was dead."

She placed a hand over her chest.

"I honestly believed there was nothing left that could save me. Yet now, my body is completely healthy. All the curses inflicted on me are gone. Not only that, but my vitality is even stronger than before. It feels as though I was born again."

Reinhardt quietly listened from atop the rock.

"I don’t mean to pry into the secrets of your skill. That’s not why I came."

"Then what is it?" Erza asked.

Vanessa looked at Reinhardt.

"I wanted to ask whether you could save someone else."

Reinhardt’s expression became solemn.

"There is a knight... Sir Alden Frostvale. He was one of the Heroes who fought bravely during the war. He died protecting the retreating forces."

"He saved hundreds of knights before he fell. Without him, many more would have died."

Vanessa looked at Reinhardt with faint hope in her eyes.

"So I wondered... Could you bring him back too?"

Reinhardt listened without interrupting.

Sir Alden.

He knew this man.

Despite getting on in years, Alden had been a respectable Hero from a small nation. He was not as famous as the Heroes who served the major kingdoms, but his achievements were no less impressive.

He had spent most of his life fighting demons on the borders. He protected villages and defended travelers from roaming monsters. He was a hero in the actual sense.

Every Hero was precious. Losing even one was something humanity could scarcely afford. Unfortunately, there was nothing Reinhardt could do.