Chapter 115: A Promise by the Sickbed

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: A Promise by the Sickbed

Spirit Covenant Skill ③ was a pre-designated card, not requiring him to choose manually. Its classification belonged to the light faction. Name: Fate Reversal.

Effect: Spirit card enhancement. In the enhanced state, the remaining five forms are no longer mere phantoms, but simultaneously receive a commensurate power boost.

Twin blades enhancement: Increases the blade user’s speed. (Each enhancement tier adds 5%, maximum limit 50%.)

Scepter enhancement: Elevates the compatibility level with all elements. (Each tier corresponds to 5% quality, maximum at tier ten is 50%.)

Seven-Star Chain Whip enhancement: Adds a layer of slow effect to the struck target. (Duration depends on the realm gap between the two sides.)

Scythe enhancement: Undead enhancement. (In the scythe form, enhances all skills belonging to the undead, soul spirit, and necromancy branches.)

Bow and arrow enhancement: Auto-locks onto targets. (Cannot lock onto targets with a higher realm than oneself.)

Even the appearance of the weapons became visibly much more exquisitely refined.

The scythe bore an icy purple hue. The Seven-Star Chain Whip was platinum mixed with a bit of blue. The bow and arrow were coated with a layer of transparent icy blue. The pair of long, slender blades shone silver-white, curved like two crescent moons, both cold and carrying an indescribable aura.

As for the staff body, it bore the white color of snow crystal, icy blue elements flowing around it in thin ribbons. In the hollow core at the top of the staff, a ruby shaped like a rose hovered in mid-air, surrounded by significantly more colored glaze light fragments than before.

The hue of each weapon was different. Even the color of the roses carved onto the bodies automatically changed according to the form, perfectly matching the overall look.

Other details like the Light Butterflies or the Star-Moon Prisms were also more carefully polished, but not at all visually cluttered. It had to be said they were eye-catching to the point of being hard to look away from.

Jeremy truly hadn’t expected that the spirit card possessing the body, aside from pumping in more power, also doubled as a visual upgrade function.

It was just a pity there was no way to bring them out for actual combat right now. The specific power would have to wait for next time to be verified.

He retracted the weapons, turning around to sit down on the sofa.

It could be said that whether it was the truth about his background or returning to his rightful physical body, to him, neither was a bad thing, and should even be classified as lucky.

But accompanying that was an equivalent mess of troubles.

For example: having changed physical bodies, how was the academy side going to handle it?

Children of noble families in the empire with magical innate talent were obligated to study at a certain department. He naturally was no exception.

But with the current tangled situation, would he continue to sit in Class 659, or have to wait until the freshman enrollment period in the latter half of next year to enroll from scratch?

His identity hadn’t been made public yet, and Jeremy couldn’t guess how the academy side would resolve it either. He tried summoning the light screen - failed.

Unlike other things, the Magic Spirit card was bound to the physical body, not the soul.

When filling out the enrollment application, what was written on the paper was Sylas’s personal information. After all, even if the daily name had been changed, even if everyone in the mansion followed the Duke and Duchess’s orders and cooperated in acting, the documents obligated to be cross-referenced with the Fate stone had no way of being altered. They were obligated to be declared truthfully.

To re-link or change the account’s verification information, one had to personally go to the academy and do it manually.

Forget it, he’d leave it for the start of the semester to figure out. Sitting here worrying in advance wouldn’t birth any solutions anyway.

Jeremy brushed the mess of thoughts aside, stood up and walked out, intending to check on Sylas’s current condition.

The room he was staying in was completely different from the old room. The layout and color scheme here leaned much more towards a dreamlike aesthetic. The magic door even had the words [Jeremy Noan Valmont] carved into it - roughly a room prepared for him well in advance.

As for Sylas now... he was probably still lying in that grayish-white room devoid of a single drop of color that Jeremy had stayed in on his first day returning to the mansion.

According to the Divine Temple people’s words, although his soul had left Sylas’s body, because the backlash was too heavy, Sylas wouldn’t be able to open his eyes for at least the next ten years.

Because the soul remained intact, it wasn’t necessary to transfer him to the Divine Temple. However, throughout the coma period, to maintain the physical body’s vitality, they were obligated to infuse divine power on a strict schedule...

Jeremy opened the door, asking the maid on standby outside.

Sure enough, Sylas hadn’t been moved out of the mansion, still lying in the old room.

There were guards outside the door, but obviously no one dared to block him.

Jeremy entered smoothly.

The room now reeked of medicine - something that absolutely did not exist here previously. Every corner was arranged with Holy Pearls condensed from divine energy, plus a few hovering magic matrices he had never seen before.

Crossing the living room, going straight into the bedroom.

The silhouette of a youth lying neatly on the bed instantly hit his eyes.

Upon seeing that familiar face, Jeremy’s mood became very hard to name.

Just yesterday, he was still inside this physical body. Still calling its owner the "original owner".

Yet in just a single day, everything had flipped.

The two words "younger brother" were incredibly foreign to him. This kind of flesh-and-blood familial affection, he had never tasted in his past life.

Of course, on Earth there was still his master. So even without relatives, he roughly understood what that binding tie was. But it was all built on the foundation of an affection cultivated bit by bit through years of companionship.

Because of that, he completely couldn’t comprehend a type of affection based solely on bloodline. Even less could he understand why Sylas - someone who had never had a single good memory with him - would disregard everything just to exchange his life for his, simply because they shared the same blood.

Jeremy walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, saying nothing, merely staying there quietly.

As he pulled the corner of the blanket up for him, his fingertips accidentally brushed against the other’s skin.

The dragon bloodline inherently favored heat; the body temperature of someone carrying this blood was always slightly warmer than an ordinary person’s.

But Sylas’s body at this moment was cold. His complexion was as pale as a thin layer of snow about to melt.

His whole being was as fragile as a cracked mirror shard, a slightly harder touch away from shattering.

"..."

A complex feeling surged in his chest, making Jeremy feel uncomfortable. Thinking back and forth, he temporarily called it a guilt born from gratitude.

A long while later, Jeremy carefully grasped that freezing hand.

A deep, clear voice rang out in the middle of the silent room.

"...I will use every method to make you wake up sooner. When that time comes, your world will only have brilliant halos left."

The sound was as light as a passing breeze, but every falling word was as heavy as a boulder.