Aengus entered an old room illuminated by a magical lamp.
He observed the two unconscious figures lying on wooden beds, each attached to a wall on the left and right sides of the room. A window in the center allowed light to filter in.
Aria was already crying beside her father’s bed, seeing that their condition had worsened since she last left.
Aengus remained silent, using his Appraisal and All-Seeing Eyes to assess their state.
Their bodies were withered, almost mummy-like, with arms emaciated and remnants of Nether energy swirling inside them.
They looked almost dead, but the faint heartbeat in their chest told, they weren’t.
It was already impressive they had held on this long; the lingering scent of potions and herbs suggested they had already used precious resources to sustain them.
“Ethan…” Aria suddenly turned to Aengus, her eyes filled with tears.
Understanding her silent plea, Aengus answered reassuringly,
“Aria, don’t worry. They both have soul injuries as well, but with me here, you have nothing to fear.”
At first, Aria and her aunt looked apprehensive, but his words filled them with confidence.
Noelle looked at Aengus as if seeing a new version of his former self. He was now calm, confident, loving, and, of course, overwhelmingly powerful. Though she didn’t know exactly how strong he had become, it was astonishing to imagine the once-weak boy he had been.
She was already grateful that he held no grudges over their past poor hospitality or how he had once been treated as beneath them.
“Is this how karma hits you back?” she wondered silently, with a sense of irony.
She was even more surprised by what happened next.
Aengus casually took out eight S-Grade healing potions in vials, each filled with a deep, blood-red liquid.
Finding it slightly inadequate to fully restore their health, he began synthesizing the potions into SS-Grade right before their astonished eyes.
Under their stunned gazes, two extraordinary vials now held golden potions inside.
Aengus inspected the new potions and felt satisfied. These potions could revive a single living cell to full health, restoring the entire body to its original state. Beyond that, they would grant the consumer a Higher Health Regeneration skill.
“Aria, let them drink it,” Aengus instructed, handing the shimmering golden vials to her.
Aria then handed one of them to her aunt.
Aria and Noelle took the vials with trembling hands, realizing they held a divine medicine.
Noelle had no idea how he did it, but it didn’t stop her from being grateful. The awe of his mysterious power still remained in her heart.
With hopeful expression, They quickly fed the potions to Aria’s father and uncle, carefully supporting their unmoving heads as they poured the elixir into their mouths.
As soon as the potion entered their mouths, their bodies began to shake like a dead being revived.
A golden luminescence radiated from them, and their dried-up flesh and muscles gradually regained vitality, transforming flawlessly.
Soon, the change spread through every part of their bodies, purifying the nether energy and fully restoring their health.
However, there were still a few issues.
“Ethan, why aren’t they waking up yet?” Aria asked anxiously, looking at her father’s now healthy, glowing face.
She felt relief seeing them look well, but the fact that they weren’t waking up, even after waiting a while, left Aria and Noelle worried.
Aengus answered slowly,
“As I mentioned earlier, their souls are injured, and these potions don’t have any properties to heal the soul… That’s why.”
“Then, what should we do, son-in-law?” Noelle asked worriedly, glancing at her husband’s face.
Aengus didn’t mind her term of address, as it meant she approved of their relationship, though it hardly mattered to him. Aria was his now, for life.
“Nothing… Just wait a bit. I’ll use my healing skill on them, and they’ll be alright. But for that, their bodies need some time to adjust,” Aengus explained as he sat down, leaning against the wooden bed frame beside Aria.
He planned to use Sacred Kirin’s Healing, which had some effect on the soul as well, making it invaluable in times of need.
Aria and Noelle understood and waited a while, engaging in small talk until then.
It was mostly Aria and Noelle talking, while Aengus tried to give them some privacy by looking away as if he wasn’t listening.
Aria and Noelle didn’t mind if he overheard.
Noelle, curious about their growing relationship, asked casually, “So, when did you two marry, Aria? Is it official, or just marriage vows?”
Aria glanced at Aengus, who was watching with amusement, and replied, “Yes, you could say it’s official. He declared me as his Empress before his millions soldiers of the Liberation Empire,” she announced proudly.
“But unfortunately, we haven’t had a marriage ceremony yet,” she added feigning sadness. While saying that, she checked at Aengus’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
“Huh?” Noelle seemed confused by the mention of “Empress” and “Liberation Empire.”
“What do you mean by that, Aria? And since when was there a Liberation Empire in our world? Weren’t there only five empires?” She looked at Aria with a hint of doubt.
“Well, he created the sixth empire himself. He’s a newly risen Emperor, far surpassing even Transcendental powerhouses.”
Aria looked smug as she revealed his current identity.
Noelle was extremely shocked, her mouth agape.
She glanced at Aengus, and only then noticed the seven stars on his outfit. She found it hard to believe. She had thought the young man was strong, but this was entirely different.
He had long surpassed her proud son, Drake, who had been nearly his equal the last time they dueled.
Forget about her son, her brother-in-law and husband Won’t be able to him.
In just over two months, he had acquired Transcendental power, which was literally one step closer to godhood… She couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Really? Tell me everything, Aria. Tell me how it all happened…” Noelle shook Aria’s shoulder, eager to know more.
If this was all true, they would be related to an Emperor, however unbelievable it sounded. They could regain the former influence and glory the Silvermoon Assassin Clan once held.
