Category: This Necromancer Wants to Capture the Hearts of Deceased Beautiful Girls

Chapter 40: Everything Came Back

Leona, usually proud and aloof, forgot to stop Abyss from stroking her hair. His touch was so soothing, the familiar sensation bringing a sense of comfort and contentment that slowed her work.

Abyss, his fingers expertly weaving through her silver hair, relished the feeling. During his amnesia, he had felt a void, an emptiness now understood. He had missed this—stroking Leona’s hair.

Her hair was soft, fragrant, smooth, its texture delightful. He could have spent the entire day doing this, if Leona hadn’t eventually protested.

After a while, Leona recovered from her trance, her eyes glaring at Abyss. “How long are you going to do that? Are you trying to make me bald?”

“Oh, sorry,” Abyss said, withdrawing his hand, a smile on his face. “I remember everything now, Leona. My name is Abyss. You’re a terrible liar.”

“It’s your fault for being so oblivious,” Leona retorted playfully, unable to maintain her anger. She was genuinely happy. His recovered memories were as precious as his returned power.

Flora and Rebecca also noticed. Flora quickly delegated her tasks, then approached Abyss, her expression filled with concern. “Abyss, you’ve recovered your memories?”

Rebecca, unable to leave her work, simply winked at him.

“Yes, I’ve recovered my memories. I blocked them to defeat the Lord of Nightmares. It’s finally over,” Abyss said, stroking Flora’s cheek, making her blush. “I remember everything—your companionship… My magic is flawless. My memories are complete.”

“That’s wonderful,” Flora said, her smile radiant, her joy palpable, even to the emotionally detached Abyss. His breath hitched in his throat.

Rebecca’s voice echoed in their minds. “Now that Abyss has his memories back, we can finally move on, right?”

“Yes, I’m dying to dig up some graves,” Abyss said. “Is there an empty grave nearby? I’ve finally remembered my favorite hobby.”

“No, you could dig up some Druid graves. If you don’t mind being attacked,” Rebecca said, laughing. Druids weren’t embalmed and were buried in natural settings, their bodies decomposing to enrich the earth.

“Ah… forget it. I remember other things I need to do,” Abyss said.

With the barrier in his mind gone, his memories returned completely, his plans resurfacing. He remembered why he wanted to defeat the Creator God, his meticulous plan to resurrect five geniuses with divine power, fulfill their wishes, gain their loyalty and their support, defeat the remaining Outer Gods, and harness their power. He also remembered his plans for a house, his knowledge of the Druidic order, and Leona and Rebecca’s wishes.

He decided to start gathering materials for his house. Finding Agnes was a matter of time. He needed to ensure his followers had a place to stay. Having everyone live together wasn’t impossible, but too many people could lead to problems.

He also remembered how to summon his undead servants. He would be able to call upon them whenever he needed them.

“Ah, right, I need to take a break,” Abyss said. “Can I leave for a bit?”

“What are you going to do? We’re all working,” Leona said, frowning.

“I’ll use my alchemical golems,” Abyss said, his mischievous grin returning. “I’ll control them remotely. I won’t delay our work.”

“What are you planning?” Flora asked.

“It’s best to keep it a secret. I’ll just tell them I need to use the restroom and send the golems back,” Abyss said.

“Go ahead. We’ll handle any questions,” Flora said, smiling.

Abyss gave her a thumbs-up and left.

“Where did Master Belator go?” a Druid asked, noticing his departure.

Flora hadn’t prepared an answer, but Leona said smoothly, “He’s getting some herbs. He’ll be back soon.”

“Ah, I see,” the Druid said, returning to his work.

Meanwhile, Abyss, behind a tree, was pulling alchemical golems from his magical catfish. He sneezed.

Chapter 39: Human Efficiency

Rebecca’s potions were always top-notch. Her skills surpassed even the legends. Within an hour, she had developed a highly effective, easily reproducible potion.

The ingredients were inexpensive and readily available. The process was straightforward: various herbs, processed according to a specific order, were simply boiled in a stone pot. It was surprisingly simple, reminiscent of pre-modern alchemy.

She gave a sample to a young apprentice, who drank it. His master then used a basic lightning spell on him. As the lightning struck, a magical barrier appeared on the apprentice’s skin, absorbing the attack.

They then tested various basic spells, all neutralized by the barrier. When they tried a more powerful spell, the barrier began to weaken, but it still managed to withstand the attack.

Rebecca stopped the experiment before the apprentice was harmed, stating that this was the potion’s approximate limit. Any more powerful spells would overwhelm the barrier.

It could only withstand basic and low-level intermediate spells, but that was enough. The Druids hadn’t reported animals using advanced or large-scale spells yet. This potion would provide adequate protection for the hunters.

The Druids, impressed, decided to produce the potion immediately. After obtaining their promise not to share the formula with any merchants, Rebecca revealed her recipe.

The simple methods and tools appealed to the Druids. Apprentices and nearby villagers volunteered to assist in potion production.

The first batch of potions was distributed that night to hunters operating in areas with a high concentration of dangerous animals. They were confident that the hunters would use the potions. The Druids were revered figures, and their people trusted them implicitly. Even if the Druids claimed that eating stones could cure illnesses, many would believe them and try it.

The Druids who had been summoned were returning, and the meeting was about to commence. Abyss, along with his companions, helped with production.

The elves’ concept of “efficiency” was quite different from the human one. Initially, they wanted each apprentice to learn the entire formula before starting. Rebecca had to introduce the concept of an assembly line.

Some elves insisted her method was inefficient, and the quality of their work would be low. But after they tried it, they were astonished by its speed and the consistency of the results. It was far superior to any method they had ever employed.

Abyss and the girls took on their roles.

Leona, her strength, speed, and precision exceptional, was responsible for shelling a hard-shelled fruit. With incredible speed, she separated the seeds from the shells, her arms a blur, her efficiency high, despite intentionally slowing down to avoid intimidating the Druids.

Flora, known for her meticulous attention to detail, oversaw quality control, working with several apprentices to inspect the ingredients, removing any damaged or unsuitable materials. She became the team leader within hours, significantly increasing efficiency.

Rebecca, the project manager, meticulously timed the potions’ brewing process using magic, carefully monitoring the fifty pots simultaneously, extinguishing the fires with magic as each potion was ready, her calculations precise and flawless.

Abyss, accustomed to using his magic rather than manual labor, found himself carrying supplies from the nearby farms.

“ABC, bring that bag of hedgehogs,” Leona shouted, wiping her face, imagining herself as a hardworking peasant girl.

Hedgehogs were the fruit Leona was shelling. Abyss, his shoulders now hardened wood thanks to a recently acquired spell, easily lifted the bag, its sharp thorns unable to pierce his skin.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the bag.

“Thank you, my capable ABC,” Leona said politely, grabbing a handful of hedgehogs and starting to shell them. But then, she sensed Abyss standing behind her, seemingly lost in thought.

She was about to ask him what was wrong when she felt a hand on her head, gently stroking her hair.

A familiar comfort, a pleasant tingling sensation, spread through her body.

“Meow… ABC, you’ve recovered your memories…”

Chapter 38: Why is That Pigeon So Big?

Several birds were flying overhead, their movements swift and erratic, not their usual foraging patterns, but a chaotic aerial battle.

Several harriers, their wings beating furiously, tried to escape their pursuer, a larger bird gaining on them. They looked closer and realized, to their astonishment, that it wasn’t a bird of prey, but a pigeon!

A large, gray pigeon, its size far exceeding that of a normal pigeon, its wings beating powerfully, a gray blur against the sky, was chasing the harriers, attempting to intercept and capture them.

“A… a pigeon chasing harriers?” Arcaiste asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Has the food chain gone mad?”

Pigeons were docile herbivores, their diet consisting mainly of seeds, rarely insects. But this pigeon was hunting birds of prey?

“Why is that pigeon so big?!” Leona exclaimed. “I’ve never seen such a large pigeon! What does it eat?”

“Perhaps it learned magic and its body mutated…” Flora said, frowning. “Is it a unique case, or have all pigeons become like this?”

“This is troubling…” Arcaiste said, his melancholy deepening, as he rubbed his temples. “If animals mutate and their diets change due to magic, who knows what kind of monsters might emerge?”

Abyss, his expression serious, watched the pigeon’s pursuit.

The pigeon, as if sensing their observation, suddenly accelerated, its cooing louder and sharper than a normal pigeon’s, its body bursting into flames, transforming into a fiery meteor.

It reached the harriers, its beak snapping shut around one of their necks before they could react.

The flames ignited the unfortunate harrier’s feathers, its desperate cries and struggles only fanning the flames.

Just when they thought the harrier was doomed, it vanished from the pigeon’s beak, reappearing behind it in a flash of light, its singed feathers smoking, its beak latching onto the pigeon’s tail.

The pigeon, surprised by its prey’s counterattack, flapped its wings furiously, trying to shake it off, but the harrier’s grip was firm. After a brief struggle, the pigeon intensified its flames.

The flames surrounding the pigeon grew larger, and the harrier, unable to withstand the heat, released its grip and fell, its wings, partially burned, useless.

It plummeted towards the ground, its desperate flapping only slowing its descent. It landed with a sickening thud, its body steaming, clearly cooked. It wouldn’t have survived even if it hadn’t crashed.

The pigeon swooped down, and Abyss, wanting a closer look, lifted himself and the girls into the air with wind magic, while a vine sprouted beneath Arcaiste’s feet, lifting him upwards.

The scene below was gruesome. The pigeon, standing on the harrier’s corpse, tore its head open with its beak, devouring its brains and entrails. The once-herbivorous bird had become a predator, its beak stained with blood.

“It’s eating its prey’s brain?” Abyss asked, glancing at Arcaiste. “Do animals know that the magic crystals are located in the brain?”

“It must have hunted many times. It’s likely developed higher cognitive abilities,” Arcaiste said, his brow furrowed with worry. “Have the animals truly evolved to this point? I hope they don’t attack the elves. That would be a disaster.”

He wasn’t concerned about the animals harming the elves. Even with their magic, they were no match for the magically adept elves. Every elven village had trained mages, although their primary occupation was farming, magic merely a supplementary skill. His concern was that if the animals attacked, the elves would retaliate, escalating the conflict, humans joining the fray, lured by the potential profits from hunting these magical creatures.

The pigeon, its head covered in blood, having finished its gruesome meal, noticed them observing it. It cooed menacingly at Leona, seemingly sensing her as the greatest threat, then flapped its wings and flew away.

“Are those magical beasts from the knightly romances becoming real?” Leona asked, glancing at Arcaiste.

“Most of the high-ranking Druids we summoned have returned. The council meeting will begin soon. We’ll discuss this problem and find a solution,” Arcaiste said. “It should be within a day or two. Please be patient.”

“It seems my memories are returning. They should be fully restored by the time the meeting begins,” Abyss said through their telepathic link, his message reaching even Rebecca, who was still working in her laboratory.

Chapter 37: The Elves Who Don’t Understand Potions

The Druids were hesitant.

“Miss, I don’t mean to discourage you, but we’re not equipped to produce potions,” the hawk-eyed Druid said to Rebecca, sighing. “I considered that possibility myself, but I quickly dismissed it.”

“Why?” Rebecca asked, tilting her head. “The area around the sacred tree is the ideal location for cultivating ingredients. The Elven Kingdoms supply the world with alchemical components. Who’s better suited for potion production than you?”

“Although we cultivate the ingredients, actually producing potions is a different matter,” Arcaiste explained. “Alchemy is underdeveloped in the Elven Kingdoms. We don’t have any potion factories, and most formulas are controlled by the Eastern Empire. We lack the expertise and the infrastructure. Our production would be incredibly inefficient.”

“I can provide you with formulas and training, free of charge. With enough people, we can produce a large batch of potions for our hunters within a day,” Rebecca said, her smile confident, her eyes shining with determination.

This was her area of expertise.

“Your methods can overcome our technical limitations?” the hawk-eyed Druid asked, intrigued by her confidence. “Alchemy is practically nonexistent in the Elven Kingdoms. Most of our farmers have no idea what becomes of the ingredients they cultivate.”

“There won’t be any problems,” Rebecca said. “The potion I have in mind will enhance the hunters’ resistance to basic magic, reducing the damage they take from magic-wielding animals. This will allow them to hunt safely. And this potion will be easy to produce in large quantities.”

“Do you truly possess such skills?” the bear Druid asked, surprised. “And it sounds like you haven’t even developed this potion yet. You’re planning to invent it on the spot?”

“I’m a highly experienced alchemist,” Rebecca said, patiently explaining. “My understanding of alchemical ingredients is extensive. And trust me, I’m not exaggerating. If you’re willing to participate in my project, give me some time. I’ll develop the potion and demonstrate its effectiveness. Then you can judge for yourselves.”

“I believe she’s capable,” Arcaiste said. “You’ve all heard about the sacred tree blooming, haven’t you? That was the work of Master Belator, and this young lady is his… companion. Her skills must be equally impressive.”

The Grand Sage, a lifelong resident of the Druid council, wasn’t familiar with human relationships. Abyss was accompanied by three women who seemed quite close to him, but he didn’t know their exact relationship and wasn’t comfortable asking.

The Druids, who had been struggling to find a solution, were now considering Rebecca’s offer. They were still skeptical. Druids tended to distrust young people. Rebecca looked barely a teenager. How skilled could she be? But they had no other options.

“I think it’s worth a try,” the bear Druid said.

The others hesitantly agreed.

The hawk-eyed Druid bowed to Rebecca. “It seems my companions are willing to place their trust in you. If you’re willing to help us, please develop this potion. We’ll provide the necessary ingredients. And if you succeed, we’ll reward you generously.”

“It seems you’ve decided to trust me,” Rebecca said, nodding. “Then I won’t disappoint you—ABC?”

Abyss, addressed by his nickname, looked at her questioningly. He believed it was his real name, and Rebecca enjoyed teasing him.

“I’ll leave the exploration to you three. I need to return to my laboratory and develop this potion,” she said to Abyss. “It shouldn’t take long. This potion isn’t difficult to create.”

“Oh, alright. Good luck,” Abyss said, giving her a thumbs-up.

“I’ll be working on the potion. Please meet me back here in an hour,” Rebecca said to the Druids, then turned and left without wasting any time.

The Druids, having found a potential solution, decided to take a break. They dispersed, their earlier discussion having made them thirsty.

Abyss, Leona, Flora, and Arcaiste remained.

“Master Belator, I’m curious about your background,” Arcaiste said, his melancholic gaze fixed on Abyss. “I can tell that Miss Rebecca wasn’t exaggerating when she described her abilities. She’s truly confident in her skills. It’s unusual for an alchemist and a Druid to travel together, especially two so young and so powerful…”

Leona, worried that he might discover Abyss’s true nature as a necromancer, glanced at Abyss, but he seemed unconcerned.

“Perhaps I’ll reveal my identity after we’ve solved your problem and achieved our own goals. But for now, we have more pressing matters to attend to, don’t we?” Abyss said.

Arcaiste, momentarily surprised, then nodded. “Indeed, Master Belator. You’re right. We should focus on saving the sacred tree and discovering the cause of the animals’ strange behavior. I apologize for questioning your motives. It was rude of me.”

“Then let’s continue our cooperation… What are those flying creatures in the sky? Are they yours?” Abyss asked, pointing.

Chapter 36: The Hunting Problem

Abyss and his companions followed Arcaiste towards the Druids’ meeting area.

The Druid council was clearly facing a crisis. The sacred tree’s slow but steady decline and the animals’ newfound magical abilities, seen by outsiders as a potential source of profit, were deeply troubling to the Druids, who understood the potential for ecological collapse.

These two problems weighed heavily on their minds. The lower-ranking Druids, less experienced and less powerful, could simply follow orders, but the high-ranking Druids couldn’t ignore the threat. They were desperately searching for a solution.

“This is our meeting area. All Druids gather here to discuss and resolve problems. Most of those present are high-ranking Druids. We hope you’ll join us, Master Belator, and share your wisdom,” Arcaiste said, gesturing towards a clearing ahead.

“What’s the current issue?” Abyss asked, looking towards the clearing, where several elderly Druids and a few animals were engaged in a heated discussion, their faces etched with worry.

“The most pressing issue is the safety of the Elven Kingdoms. More specifically, the safety of our hunters. You’ll understand once you join our discussion,” Arcaiste replied.

He led them into the clearing. The Druids nodded in greeting, then resumed their debate.

“…That’s absurd! Sending our apprentices to accompany the hunters? We don’t have enough apprentices, and it goes against our principles of non-interference,” a one-eyed Druid said, his voice filled with disapproval.

“Yes, I know the consequences of sending apprentices out into the world,” a female Druid with hawk-like eyes said, shaking her head. “A few years ago, I had an apprentice, Shelleville. I sent her to assist a handsome young merchant from the Western Empire with a local environmental problem. Two months later, she returned, pregnant, announcing her intention to leave the council and get married. I was furious.”

“Yes, you have no idea how much it pained me to hear that Shelleville had chosen another man. You can’t understand my pain,” a bald Druid said, nodding sympathetically.

The others paused, glaring at him.

“I apologize for interrupting. I’m Belator, a Druid summoned from the Ossi Kingdom,” Abyss said, stepping forward. “Are you discussing the safety of the Elven Kingdoms’ hunters?”

“Yes, we are,” they replied, nodding.

Most Druids were accepting of outsiders and readily welcomed Abyss into their discussion.

“We’re trying to find a way to protect our hunters from the magic-wielding animals. We’ve warned them, but hunting is their livelihood. We can’t forbid it, and the Gray Elf council wouldn’t allow it either. So, ensuring their safety has become a challenge,” the hawk-eyed Druid explained.

“I suggested sending our apprentices to accompany them, to calm the animals or help them escape, but it seems that’s not a viable solution,” a large bear, standing beside her, said in a deep, rumbling voice. “Exposing our inexperienced apprentices to the outside world could corrupt them.”

“We’ve considered other options, like inducing early hibernation, having the Druids hunt and provide the hunters with food, or even convincing the hunters to adopt a vegetarian diet, but none of these are ideal,” the bald Druid said, turning to Abyss. “You’re a visiting Druid, your experience vast. You must have some insights.”

“Hmm… This is a difficult problem,” Abyss said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

If he could use his full power, he could easily solve this problem, but he was maintaining his Druid persona. He needed to find a more “natural” solution to gain their approval.

“What if we calmed the animals, preventing them from attacking humans?” he suggested.

Arcaiste shook his head. “Master Belator, that would diminish their wild nature, disrupting the ecological balance. We must preserve their instincts, allow them to live as they always have. They might be more dangerous now, but they still have a right to exist.”

To Druids, balance was paramount. Using magic to pacify the animals would have unforeseen consequences.

“I have an idea,” Rebecca said, raising her hand. “If we can’t weaken the animals, why not strengthen the hunters?”

“Strengthen the hunters? That would also disrupt the balance,” the bear Druid said.

“We’re only concerned about the hunters’ safety when facing magical animals. We can enhance their defenses and their survival instincts only when they’re under attack,” Rebecca explained, twirling her index finger. “This would restore the balance in those specific situations, without making the hunters too powerful or the animals too weak.”

“Is there such magic? A spell that activates under specific conditions?” the hawk-eyed Druid asked. “Would we need a large-scale magic array covering the entire Elven Kingdoms?”

“There’s a more efficient and less costly solution,” Rebecca said, proudly patting her bag, revealing her identity as an alchemist. “We can use potions, combined with some natural magic. I believe it would be quite effective.”

Chapter 35: The Sacred Tree’s Warning System

“Did you make the sacred tree bloom?”

Grand Sage Arcaiste stood before Abyss and his companions, his melancholic gaze fixed on Abyss, but his voice now held a note of hope, a stark contrast to his earlier weariness.

Abyss smiled and nodded. “Yes, Master Arcaiste. I used a bit of magic to encourage it to bloom, without harming it. I hope… it wasn’t too much trouble?”

They had left the visitors’ quarters and were exploring the Druid council’s grounds when a messenger had summoned Abyss to meet with the Grand Sage, who, it seemed, had been so startled by the sacred tree’s sudden blooming that he had left his residence. Abyss, confident in his abilities, had readily agreed.

He had brought his followers with him to further solidify his reputation, to subtly showcase his power, and to find opportunities to assist the Druids, earning their favor.

Although Arcaiste’s expression remained melancholic, his speech was faster, his excitement evident.

“No, it wasn’t a problem at all,” Arcaiste said, shaking his head. “I’ve witnessed your power, Mr. Belator. But I’m curious, how did you identify the sacred tree’s ailment? And what method did you use to induce blooming?”

“I simply experimented with a bit of magic,” Abyss explained patiently. “It was a trial-and-error approach. I believe the sacred tree is withering because it’s lacking mana.”

“Lacking mana?” Arcaiste started to ask a question, then paused, lost in thought.

“Yes, lacking mana. From the outside, the surrounding area seems to have an abundance of mana, and the vegetation is thriving. There’s no indication of a mana deficiency. But when I channeled some of my own mana into the tree, it bloomed. This suggests it’s currently in a state of mana deprivation.”

“The previous Grand Sage was truly wise,” Rebecca said, seamlessly continuing Abyss’s explanation. “She must have anticipated this. If the sacred tree couldn’t maintain the mana density and the soil’s fertility, it would have a devastating impact on the surrounding ecosystem. So, the sacred tree prioritizes the environment’s needs.”

“It’s like two interconnected water tanks. When the water supply is low, the sacred tree sacrifices its own needs to maintain the other tank’s water level. Its withering serves as a warning to the Druids, giving you time to find a solution, preventing a sudden ecological collapse,” Abyss said, clarifying Rebecca’s analogy.

Arcaiste, his brow furrowed, nodded slowly, understanding their explanation.

“But, Master Arcaiste, I haven’t found a way to reverse the withering. The amount of mana it requires is immense. We need to find its mana source and address the underlying problem,” Abyss said, his voice apologetic. “I can make it bloom, but I can’t guarantee its long-term health. It’s a temporary solution, not a cure.”

“I understand. Thank you, Master Belator,” Arcaiste said, nodding.

Abyss noticed the change in his address. He was now being called “Master.” His display of power, his ability to make the sacred tree bloom, combined with his knowledge of Druidic spells, gleaned from the earlier demonstrations, had convinced Arcaiste of his expertise.

Abyss felt a twinge of guilt. Although he had learned many Druidic spells, he was still an amateur.

“The sacred tree’s problem isn’t easily solved. There’s no need to apologize,” Arcaiste continued. “But your accomplishment has given me hope. I believe, with your help, we can save the sacred tree.”

Abyss, considering his next move, decided against revealing his plan to drain the mana from the surrounding area. It was too radical, and it would put Arcaiste in a difficult position, regardless of his opinion. And the Grand Sage wasn’t a monarch. His authority was limited. He needed the support of the other Sages.

“I’ll find a way to unite everyone and solve this problem,” he said. “And I’ll also assist you with the animals’ unusual behavior. I suspect it’s connected to something… beyond mortal comprehension.”

“Would you like to explore the council grounds?” Arcaiste asked, bowing slightly.

“Yes, we can’t just sit here idly. We’ll explore and see if we can be of any assistance,” Abyss said, smiling.

“If you’re interested, you can join me. We have a designated meeting place where we discuss and resolve important matters,” Arcaiste said. “We’re facing many challenges right now. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.”

“A meeting place?” Abyss asked, his interest piqued, exchanging a glance with Rebecca, who seemed equally intrigued.

“Would you like to come with me?” Arcaiste asked, a rare smile appearing on his face, although it didn’t quite suit his melancholic features.

“Of course. Please, lead the way, Master,” Abyss said, nodding.

Chapter 34: Gaining the Trust of the Druids

Abyss’s words made the Druids look around, searching for the subtle clue he had mentioned.

Their perception of him had shifted. They had initially seen him as a young, irresponsible hedonist, but after witnessing his humility and Flora’s kindness, their hostility had faded. They were now genuinely interested in discussing Druidic magic with him.

Abyss’s humility had played a small role, but Flora’s actions had been the deciding factor. Her impeccable manners and her thoughtful gesture of offering them the rare and precious Sacred Tree nectar had won them over.

Her charm, which had once captivated the entire continent, was irresistible to these reclusive Druids, most of whom had spent their lives in the wilderness, with little contact with the opposite sex.

After a while, one of the Druids nudged his companion, pointing upwards.

“What is it?” his companion asked, following his gaze, then gasped.

“Look! The sacred tree is blooming! We were summoned here to address its withering, and now it’s blooming?”

The other Druids, their attention drawn by his exclamation, looked up.

A single, jade-white flower, about the size of an adult’s hand, its six petals perfectly formed, bloomed high above them on one of the sacred tree’s branches. Even from this distance, their keen eyesight, honed by their connection to nature, could clearly see it.

“How is this possible?” they asked, staring at Abyss, who stood before them, a calm smile on his face.

Their exclamations attracted the attention of the other Druids, who hadn’t joined their gathering. They peered out of their treehouses, their faces filled with astonishment.

“This can’t be a coincidence, can it? Did you use some other magic, and the sacred tree just happened to bloom at the same time?” one of the Druids asked, his voice skeptical. “If you can solve the sacred tree’s problem on your own, why did the council summon us? Just to hunt those magical animals?”

“Masters, that flower bloomed because of my magic,” Abyss said, silencing the crowd. “This is one of my abilities. I can stimulate plant growth and induce blooming without harming them. It’s not a very creative spell. One of you demonstrated a similar ability earlier. But making the sacred tree bloom… that’s perhaps a unique skill. I hope you don’t find my magic too simple.”

“But, but…” the skeptical Druid stammered, speechless. This was the problem that had stumped even the Druid Sages, and now this young man had solved it effortlessly?

“But don’t be too impressed,” Abyss continued. “Although I can make the sacred tree bloom—even cover it in blossoms—I can’t solve the underlying problem. It will continue to wither. We still need to find a solution.”

“I see…” the Druid said, relieved.

The others also relaxed slightly. So even this powerful Druid couldn’t completely solve the problem.

The Druids’ living quarters buzzed with excitement, their initial skepticism replaced by awe. They discussed Abyss’s power, his age, his potential as the successor to the former Grand Sage, some even speculating that Agnes was still alive and that Abyss, with his elven features, was her son.

These speculations, although mostly baseless, brought a smile to Abyss’s face. He had earned their respect. Now, they would be more receptive to his ideas.

People were more forgiving of geniuses. If an ordinary person suggested draining all the mana from the sacred tree, they would be dismissed as mad. But if a powerful mage made the same suggestion, people would consider it, searching for its hidden wisdom. Just like Rebecca’s unconventional ideas had attracted investors.

Abyss might have lost his memories, but such knowledge, ingrained in his mind, remained.

“Abyss… how did you make the sacred tree bloom?” Leona asked through their link, her voice filled with surprise.

He turned to his followers, seeing the same curiosity in Rebecca and Flora’s eyes.

“It’s quite simple, actually,” he explained. “I learned several Druidic spells from those demonstrations. I simply modified one of them, a plant growth spell, enhancing its potency and stability. The sacred tree is powerful, but it’s still a plant. The spell worked.”

“You brute-forced it with mana?” Leona asked, understanding his method.

Abyss grinned. “Exactly.”

“Clever. Now they won’t suspect you learned it just now,” Rebecca said, smiling. “It’s like a student getting an 80 on a test, another student copying and slightly modifying their answers, then getting a 99. No one would suspect the second student of cheating.”

“Are you tired?” Flora asked, approaching him. “That spell must have consumed a lot of mana.”

“It did. Almost as much as that time I broadcast Givia’s Blood Atonement ritual across the entire Ossi Kingdom,” Abyss said, nodding. “The sacred tree is truly remarkable. Agnes’s power must have been immense. If I’m not mistaken, she was a mage of my caliber…”

“Then… I haven’t finished my drink… Here,” Flora said, blushing, offering him her cup of Sacred Tree nectar. “This will help you recover your mana.”

“Thank you, Flora,” Abyss said, taking the cup and drinking it in a single gulp.

Rebecca and Leona, observing their interaction, felt a pang of something akin to jealousy. Their easy intimacy, their unspoken understanding, was almost… couple-like.

Chapter 33: The Free Druid Crash Course

After the pouch-laden Druid finished his demonstration, the others showered him with praise. Druids didn’t prioritize combat magic. They valued its potential benefits for the environment.

And his spell was perfectly aligned with their philosophy. Combat was secondary. Its primary purpose was to transport nutrients from fertile lands to barren ones, a far more efficient and eco-friendly method than using shovels or fire.

He had earned their approval.

“Masters, I’ve brought you some refreshments,” Flora said, returning with a large leaf filled with flower-shaped cups, each containing clear water.

She looked radiant, her beauty enhanced by the delicate flower cups, like a goddess descending from the heavens. These elderly Druids, who had lived lives of ascetic simplicity, were momentarily mesmerized, their hearts warmed by her kindness.

“Ah… thank you…” one of them said, taking a cup and sipping the water.

He savored the flavor, his eyes widening in surprise. “This water… it’s so sweet and fragrant… Is this the legendary Sacred Tree nectar? But the tree hasn’t bloomed yet…”

“Really?” the others asked, eagerly taking cups and tasting the water. It was incredibly refreshing, its subtle fragrance intoxicating, a gentle warmth spreading through their bodies, invigorating them.

Abyss, Rebecca, and Leona also received cups. Abyss took a sip, then asked, “This does taste like nectar. If it’s truly from the sacred tree… how did you acquire it?”

Flora smiled sweetly. “I spoke with the person in charge of supplies and requested some. They keep it frozen in a tree hollow. It wasn’t difficult. Don’t worry. Try it. I had the privilege of tasting it once before, during my time at the Church.” She added the last part through their telepathic link.

“It’s said to be one of the most exquisite beverages on the continent, its sweetness lingering for weeks, its effects beneficial to the body. It seems the rumors are true,” Rebecca said, after taking a sip, raising an eyebrow. “Flora, your charm is truly remarkable. How did you acquire such a rare and valuable treat so easily?”

“It’s nothing, really,” Flora said, blushing at her praise. “Communicating with people is a skill required of Saints. It’s nothing special…”

“Flora, thank you for this delicious drink. And it seems your thoughtfulness has had a positive effect,” Abyss said, smiling, gesturing towards the other Druids.

Their expressions had softened, their initial hostility replaced by a grudging respect. They were still envious of Abyss, who had such a beautiful and kind companion, but their desire to see him fail had diminished.

The demonstration continued. The Druid who had created the monstrous morning glory dismissed it, the creature burrowing into the ground and dissolving into nutrients.

These high-ranking Druids all possessed unique abilities. Although they weren’t warriors, they had some combat skills for self-defense. Their true expertise, however, was in protecting the environment. Abyss, using Leona’s enhanced hearing, memorized their incantations, every word, every inflection.

They showcased their various skills: transforming into bears, digesting their food into potent fertilizer; solidifying sand dunes, preventing erosion; creating nutrient-rich rain that strengthened animals’ fur and prevented skin diseases. Their magic, although seemingly trivial, had practical applications.

Abyss had no doubt that together, these Druids could transform a barren wasteland into a thriving ecosystem. The Druid council, by bringing them together, had inadvertently created a powerful force for good.

Abyss watched their demonstrations, occasionally applauding, his mind absorbing their spells, both the grand displays and the subtle cantrips, quickly mastering them.

And not just mastering them, but also analyzing and deconstructing them, combining and modifying them. He had become a Druid, in all but name.

He had once tried to learn from a deceased Druid, who had refused his offer of resurrection, but now, these high-ranking Druids were willingly sharing their knowledge. It was a free crash course in Druidic magic.

“Well, our penultimate participant has finished his demonstration. Now it’s your turn,” the old elf who had organized the gathering said, turning to Abyss.

Abyss pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Show us your most impressive skill,” the elf said, his gaze fixed on Abyss, curious about his supposed “genius.”

“My skill…? I’ve already demonstrated it. Did you notice?” Abyss asked, smiling. “It’s quite obvious, if you pay attention.”

Chapter 32: Abyss’s Little Scheme

“A great person once said, ‘Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.’ If I don’t learn from my esteemed elders, absorbing your wisdom and experience, I can’t improve,” Abyss said, his tone sincere. “So, Masters, please, don’t hold back. Show me your greatest achievements, so I can learn from them.”

“Hmm, that’s a valid point,” the Druid who had challenged him earlier said, his tone softening. Abyss’s subtle flattery had appeased him.

“Alright, then let’s begin. Who will go first?” the old elf who had initiated this gathering asked, looking around.

A human Druid, his hair white but his skin surprisingly smooth, his pockets filled with various items, stepped forward. His apparent youth was due to the rejuvenating effects of nature magic. He looked at the others, his chest puffed out with pride.

“I’ll go first. Consider this a warm-up. Let’s all demonstrate our skills, then discuss them,” he said.

The other Druids nodded in agreement.

Leona, sitting in the treehouse, pondering her role, suddenly heard Abyss’s voice in her mind. “Leona, can I borrow your ears?”

She looked down, their gazes meeting. After a moment of hesitation, she climbed down and approached him, tilting her head slightly, offering him her ear.

Abyss, momentarily surprised by her obedience, flicked her earlobe playfully, much to the annoyance of the Druids, who were preparing to begin their demonstration.

“Ow!” Leona exclaimed. “What was that for?!”

“I just needed to borrow your hearing, not your actual ear,” Abyss said through their link. “Although your ears are quite soft and adorable, this isn’t the time for playing.”

Leona blushed, then asked, “Borrow my hearing? But why…?”

“He’s planning to learn their spells,” Rebecca said, having seen through his plan. “By listening to their incantations, he can analyze their magic. But… against high-ranking Druids, it might not be that easy. Their spells are often personalized, modified to suit their own styles. It would be obvious if he simply copied them…”

“Don’t worry,” Abyss said, his outward expression calm as he watched the human Druid begin his demonstration, his mental voice reaching Leona and Rebecca. “I’ve been studying magic since I could talk. Once I understand their spells, I can modify them to suit my own style. It’s a basic skill. I just need to stall for time, observe their methods, and then my own demonstration will be flawless.”

If any other mage heard his words, they would likely slap him. A sixteen-year-old calling himself a veteran mage, claiming that instantly modifying another mage’s spells was a “basic skill”? And yet, coming from him, it sounded almost plausible…

“My specialty is botany. I’ve spent my life studying plants and their manipulation. I’ll demonstrate my skills now—of course, I’ll keep it small. I don’t want to disrupt the environment or disturb my fellow Druids,” the human Druid said, retrieving a small pouch from one of his many pockets.

He pulled out a tiny, triangular seed, barely larger than an ant, and tossed it onto the ground. Then he began chanting.

As his incantation progressed, the seed sprouted, a tiny root anchoring itself in the soil, quickly absorbing nutrients and mana from the surrounding environment.

The soil around the sacred tree was incredibly fertile, the mana density incredibly high. The seed thrived, its stem growing rapidly, its leaves unfurling, quickly transforming into a morning glory vine. But that was just the beginning.

The vine snaked across the ground, growing thicker, reaching the Druid’s leg, then twining around it, spiraling upwards as he continued chanting. The vine, initially as thin as a blade of grass, quickly thickened to the width of a bowl.

Then, a startling transformation occurred. The tip of the vine swelled, then split open, revealing a large, snake-like head, its eyes absent, its mouth filled with sharp teeth, a long, tentacle-like tongue dripping with viscous saliva. The morning glory had become a monstrous creature.

“This is my own creation, a spell that transforms a morning glory into a powerful beast, capable of both movement and combat. The high mana density and the fertile soil accelerate its growth. At my full power, I can create hundreds of these,” the Druid explained proudly.

But his explanation didn’t seem to impress the other Druids. They remained silent, their expressions expectant.

“I can use these creatures for rapid transportation—and then, they burrow into the ground at their destination and decompose, enriching the soil, revitalizing barren lands,” he continued, explaining the spell’s secondary effect.

“Ooh!” the Druids exclaimed, impressed.

Abyss nodded. He now understood what they valued.

Chapter 31: The Druid Bachelor Party

Abyss and his companions had just settled into their treehouse, ready to rest after their journey, when they heard a commotion below.

Abyss looked down and saw a group of elderly men gathered beneath their tree, their expressions not hostile, but not exactly friendly either. One of them, an old elf, stood in the center, his gaze fixed on Abyss.

“Ahem, greetings, fellow Druid. We’re about to engage in a discussion of magical theory. Would you care to join us?” the elf asked.

“Ah… Let me think about it. You can start without me,” Abyss replied, noticing that not all the visiting Druids were present, only about a dozen or so. And they were all male. He had seen both male and female Druids earlier. This “discussion” seemed to be a private gathering. He could decline if he wished.

Rebecca, glancing down, quickly assessed the situation, her voice reaching Abyss through their telepathic link. “I understand now, Abyss. They overheard our conversation earlier. They’re jealous. I can see it in their eyes. They’re hoping to see you make a fool of yourself. Do you want to participate in their little ‘academic discussion’?”

“Why bother? We can have our own discussion. Aren’t we more entertaining than a bunch of old men?” Leona said, not even looking down. She had no interest in old men, let alone their petty squabbles.

“Druids are generally reclusive, with limited social interaction, which makes finding a partner difficult. Those who live within the council are fortunate. They have more opportunities. But those who wander the world often end up alone,” Rebecca explained, her voice amused. “They rarely find partners, especially the men. They often spend their lives with only animals for company.”

“Aren’t they lonely?” Flora asked, intrigued.

“One of the core teachings of Druidism is to endure solitude. Meditation and communion with nature can alleviate most psychological issues. So, being single isn’t a major problem for them,” Rebecca explained, shrugging. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not susceptible to envy. Seeing a handsome young man like Abyss surrounded by three beautiful women would surely trigger some resentment.”

“That makes sense. They’re quite pathetic,” Leona said, smiling, although her tone lacked any sympathy.

“So, what’s your plan, oh leader of our little family?” Rebecca asked, nudging Abyss’s knee with her foot.

“I’ll join them,” Abyss said after a moment of thought. “A discussion with them could be beneficial.”

“But you don’t know any Druidic magic,” Leona said, her voice filled with concern. “Are you planning to use your necromancy to mimic their spells? It’s not that versatile, is it? And those old geezers are high-ranking Druids. They’ll see through your disguise. They’re not easily fooled.”

“I know nothing about nature magic, but I have a plan,” Abyss said, smiling mysteriously. “And gaining some respect among these Druids could be useful. Every one of those old men hoping to see me fail is a potential ally.”

He was referring to his plan to drain the mana from the area around the sacred tree, a radical idea that would surely be met with resistance. He needed some Druids on his side.

“You’re being secretive again. It’s annoying!” Leona said, pouting. “You’re like an author ending a chapter at a cliffhanger, making us wait for the next volume!”

“You’ll see,” Abyss said, instinctively reaching out and stroking her silver hair, his touch soothing her annoyance.

“Alright, since Abyss is so confident, we’ll support him,” Rebecca said, cracking her knuckles. “He’ll participate in their little competition, and we’ll make sure he looks good. How about it?”

“Your support would be appreciated,” Abyss said, giving her a thumbs-up.

Flora, hearing Rebecca’s words, felt a surge of determination. She hadn’t been able to use her Divine Arts much recently, her role diminished, although Abyss hadn’t shown any signs of neglecting her. But she wasn’t content being a mere decoration. She was eager to contribute.

Leona, however, was stumped. She couldn’t think of anything that would make Abyss look good. She could uproot all the nearby trees, but that seemed more destructive than impressive.

Flora began making preparations, while Leona continued to ponder her role.

Abyss and Rebecca climbed down from the treehouse. The Druids below, pretending to discuss “academic matters,” were waiting for him. As he approached, they surrounded him, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The old elf who had issued the invitation, however, maintained his composure. “Well, my dear colleague, are you ready to join our discussion? I assure you, exchanging ideas and sharing our knowledge will be mutually beneficial.”

“Of course, Master. I’m honored to participate in your discussion,” Abyss replied politely. “I’m eager to learn from such esteemed Druids.”

“Good! Excellent!” the old elf said, pleased by his enthusiasm. “Shall we begin?”

“Of course. Every second of academic discussion is precious. Let’s not waste any time,” Abyss said, smiling. “I’m the youngest among you. Witnessing your mastery of Druidic arts would be an unforgettable experience.”

“Didn’t you claim to be a genius?” one of the Druids asked, unable to resist a jab. “Why so humble now?”