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Translator: SumTLMan
As it stands, Jon seems to have a fallback in the form of the Wilderness of Dreams. In the worst-case scenario, as long as his spiritual light endures, he could retreat and become a denizen of the Dream Realm. Thus, the primary issue at hand pertains to Jon’s physical body.
Given Angel’s current level of proficiency, he is undoubtedly incapable of resolving Jon’s predicament. Therefore, his intention is to share the news of Jon’s situation with Sanders, the only one he truly trusts.
Upon sharing his plan with Jon, Jon falls into a contemplative silence.
After a long while, Jon begins to speak slowly, “Back on Earth, there were religious doctrines that claimed the human body was nothing more than a bag of rotting flesh. From my perspective, as long as my consciousness can endure, even if only my name remains unerased by the passage of time, I wouldn’t mind losing my physical shell.”
“But, Angel…”
“From the information you’ve provided, it seems wizards could be considered, in some regard, a group of alternative scholars. My body may be useless, but it contains a myriad of information codes. Most of these codes don’t matter, but what worries me is the potential existence of information pointing to Earth. I fear that if wizards discover such information, they may…”
Jon doesn’t finish his thought, but Angel understands the gist of his concern.
Just like the previous time, Jon’s greatest worry is still the potential disclosure of Earth’s information via his physical body.
“Even though there’s a possibility that some powerful wizards might extract some information about Earth through your body, I believe the likelihood of this is extremely low, almost negligible,” Angel pauses, then continues, “More likely, they would decipher codes pertaining to Earth’s humanity, rather than Earth’s coordinates.”
“Even if some extraordinarily powerful wizard somehow learns of Earth’s coordinates, I don’t think they would be capable of traversing space-time to reach another universe. If they truly possessed such a capacity, their interest in Earth, a planet devoid of any extraordinary powers, would probably be quite limited.”
“Furthermore, there isn’t any wizard of such might in the Southern Wizarding World.”
Angel begins to explain the current distribution of wizards in the Southern realm, “The Southern Wizarding World hasn’t seen the birth of a legend in a millennium. As far as I know, even a legend couldn’t penetrate the enigma of space-time.”
“I’ve gleaned some obscure lore in my time, and let me tell you, legendary wizards, while remarkable, merely occupy the middle echelon of the wizarding hierarchy. The true grandmasters of wizardry, the cream of the crop, are each hailed as miracles. It’s doubtful if even these phenomenal titans have traversed the broad expanses of our universe, let alone life-bearing planets of an alien cosmos.”
“So, there’s no real cause for undue alarm.” Besides, Jon’s presence is already known to Eureka and Suis.
After mulling over it for a considerable amount of time, Jon sighed, “Perhaps you’re right. My fear, however, is rooted in the possibility of becoming the downfall of Earth’s civilization.”
“I will grow stronger, potent enough to protect my Mentor,” Angel pledged earnestly, though concern clouded his features, “I just worry about the constraints of time. Time is of the essence.”
Upon witnessing Angel’s solemn vow, Jon was taken aback for a moment. His memories of Angel, after all, were predominantly rooted in the Angel of the past – a mortal boy who loved his milk, was capricious, slightly spoilt, and a tad sassy. It was only now that Jon could see Angel’s metamorphosis and his maturity bearing fruit.
It seemed as if he had come of age overnight.
After much contemplation, Jon finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, I concede. Given the chance, I’d like to survive too. However, should my physical body be beyond salvage, I’m not overly concerned. After all, Initial Heart City still offers some hope, doesn’t it? Just remember, I never wish to become a burden to you.”
Angel nodded, “I understand. I even planned to bring you back to Earth, Mentor.”
Jon merely dismissed Angel’s words as light-hearted jest and shook his head… until he suddenly paused, “Hold on, you still possess the Heavenly Eye!”
Jon exclaimed urgently, “As you’ve mentioned, my physical body may not necessarily divulge too much information. However, the Heavenly Eye… that’s another story. This object, which transported me from Earth to this world, likely harbors coordinates related to Earth. Therefore, you must ensure its secure retrieval and prevent its discovery at all costs.”
With difficulty, Angel nodded, “…” In truth, many had laid eyes on his Heavenly Eye, including Sanders.
However, no one noticed anything unusual about the Heavenly Eye and merely considered it an ornament.
Only Toby had once witnessed the Heavenly Eye emitting a radiant glow, suspended in mid-air.
Upon Angel’s initial voyage to the Vast Continent on the cloud whale, he was taken aback when the Heavenly Eye mysteriously exhibited fluctuations. This unusual activity showered his residence in brilliant illumination, a spectacle Nausica shared with him afterwards. It was only through Angel’s enquiry that he learned from Toby that the Heavenly Eye was the culprit behind the unusual incident.
Angel was rather nonchalant about Toby being privy to the affairs of the Heavenly Eye, because considering Toby’s character, he’d likely forget about it in due time. Furthermore, the Wizarding World was teeming with intricate mysteries. A mere radiance—even if Toby happened to remember it—could be dismissed with a myriad of plausible excuses on Angel’s part.
The most crucial aspect was ensuring individuals of Sanders’ caliber didn’t unearth the secrets of the Heavenly Eye.
However, currently, Angel was devoid of a foolproof method to conceal the Heavenly Eye, as he couldn’t contain it within his space bracelet. He could sense that if he forced the Heavenly Eye into the bracelet, it would immediately trigger a collapse of the spatial confines of the bracelet.
The Heavenly Eye could indeed be housed in smaller worlds akin to the Wizard Garden… Yet, for Angel, acquiring a Wizard Garden at this point in time was fundamentally impossible.
Thus, Angel resorted to carrying the Heavenly Eye with him at all times.
Up until now, aside from the previous incident atop the cloud whale, the Heavenly Eye had remained relatively quiescent. However, to avoid unexpected problems, it was necessary to ascertain the reason behind the cloud whale incident so as to prevent sudden fluctuations of the Heavenly Eye from being detected in the future.
After Jon agreed to Angel’s proposition, he couldn’t help but cautiously inquire about Sanders.
“Are you certain your mentor poses no risk?”
“I can’t speak for other wizards, but I have relatively more trust in mentor Sanders.” Although Angel’s knowledge about Sanders wasn’t exactly comprehensive, so far, Sanders had been quite benevolent towards him.
Even leaving aside personal feelings and judging purely from a standpoint of mutual benefits:
Angel’s Nightmare Soul body, Projection Bloodline, and his proficiency in alchemy, all catered to Sanders’ interests.
“If that’s the case, you should proceed according to your own intentions. Don’t worry about me—I quite enjoy the life in Initial Heart City. Here, I can also find my own joy.”
Jon’s implications were clear to Angel—he didn’t want to become a burden impeding Angel’s path forward.
Nodding affirmatively, Angel communicated, “Understood. If Mentor requires my presence or if there is a necessity for any specific item, both Sunny and Alda can relay the message to Freud, or they could reach Freud directly, and in due time, I would be informed.”
Afterwards, Angel and Jon delved into a conversation regarding the affairs of the Wizarding World before departing from the Wilderness of Dreams.
When Angel reincorporated into reality, though he didn’t grapple with a faint feeling, the considerable flood of information had undoubtedly jolted his mental state, leaving behind a residue of discomfort.
Hence, as Angel navigated the Gondola to return to Pat Manor, his pallid and gaunt face was visibly evident to almost everyone.
The transformation in Angel within the span of a mere half day instigated worry amongst the crowd.
Ollie, brimming with distress yet utterly helpless; Head Maid Mana instantly set about the kitchen, preparing nutrient-rich meals; even Leon, who was still recuperating, appeared visibly concerned.
“I’m alright, merely a little fatigued. A few days of rest should be adequate,” Angel assuaged their worry with a consistent response.
Soon enough, Eureka was informed about Angel’s deteriorating condition.
Over the past couple of days, Suis had been endeavouring to concoct a potion to rejuvenate her mental energy, and so Eureka hadn’t been attentive to Angel’s situation. Blaire was the one who informed her about it.
Perched on a bud of the Demeter, Blaire relayed her observations.
“I recently visited Angel, and he indeed seemed rather weak. I’m not certain what transpired,” Blaire shared with a hint of concern. Since Angel had gifted her the Mermaid Shell, Blaire’s perspective towards him had somewhat shifted. Moreover, considering the monocle that Angel had crafted for her afterwards, her initial animosity towards him had morphed into admiration. So, when she overheard the manor’s servants discussing Angel’s ill health, she too decided to pay him a visit.
Angel’s health was deteriorating? Eureka swiveled her gaze towards the main castle, her eyes slightly narrowed as she registered Angel’s condition.
Simultaneously, Angel emerged onto the balcony, his gaze riveted towards the direction of the cloud soil.
Apparently, Angel had detected Eureka’s observation as well.
“His temperament seems to have grown quite a bit since last time,” Eureka softly chuckled, her gaze retracting from the distant figure. Angel, standing afar, gave a subtle nod towards the Cloud Soil, then returned to his abode.
“Master, is Angel alright?” Blaire inquired.
“He’s fine, just dealing with the discomfort of hitting a barrier.” Eureka heaved a sigh as she spoke, “This guy is quite a phenomenon, astonishingly reaching the peak of apprenticeship in such a short period…”
Just as Eureka was voicing her marvel, an ethereal figure materialized before her. It was Suis, stepping out after brewing a potion in the Exile Space.
Suis appeared somewhat flustered, sporting a stubble of pale-green hue on his chin, and holding a bottle of light-green potion in his hand.
“Did you succeed?” Eureka asked.
“Only one successful potion out of seven attempts,” Suis sighed, “The efficiency is too low, and extremely wasteful. If only Angel could… Nevermind, who did you just mention reached the peak?”
Eureka gestured towards the main castle below, recounting the situation she had witnessed earlier.
Suis also glanced briefly below, but he was swift; before Angel had a chance to notice, Suis had already withdrawn his gaze.
“He really has reached the peak of apprenticeship,” Suis remarked, “And his symptoms of barrier discomfort are quite evident, which indicates that he had hardly encountered such a discomfort before. Sailing smoothly to the peak of apprenticeship in such a short span of time, such an occurrence would be rare even across the entire Wizarding World of the Southern Region!”
“I wonder what secrets lie behind his cultivation, or rather, how high is his natural compatibility with the guidance method?”