Chapter 77: Miracle of Life’s Construction
At this moment, Sylvia fell into contemplation.
A mutated border demon? Where had it mutated?
The Manifest Realm? Or the so-called sewers?
The sewers, the pitch-black aura… Hmm?
Just then, as Sylvia linked the two together, she suddenly recalled something that had happened long ago, and a face.
That female extraordinary individual whom the Full Moon Sect had arranged to stay at Divoman’s side!
And on her corpse, a similar aura had been discovered!
Then could her death and the mutated border demon appearing in the sewers be connected in some way?
Thinking of this, she also remembered a doubt from the Child of the Moon incident:
Both sides had chosen to conduct their transaction in the sewers during the daytime.
And the reason behind this, aside from that ridiculous notion of “the most dangerous place is the safest,” was actually that the woman was inconvenienced at night.
Wasn’t such an explanation too far-fetched?
One must know, she had only been an ordinary member, merely an informant.
And on the other side, there was one of the leaders of the Full Moon Sect, an entire team of extraordinary individuals!
Then could the real reason they had chosen to trade during the day be because the sewers of the City of Alova were subject to some kind of danger at night?
Hmm… She truly had never entered the sewers at night.
But why did she have no memory of anything related to this?
Could it be that some unknown power had interfered, causing her to forget?
And that, by some coincidence, avoiding the sewers at night had become an instinct?
Such a possibility existed, but she couldn’t rule out the chance that she had simply overlooked it because she read too quickly.
Yet there was another question in this matter: the Child of the Moon himself had come personally to the City of Alova, and with such an apostle present, why would there still be fear?
Perhaps that Child of the Moon hadn’t wanted to cause more trouble, or perhaps the danger there was something even he could not resolve.
It was probably the latter. Otherwise, the City of Alova could not possibly be so peaceful now, nor could she have failed to discover anything at all.
Then should she go take a look? After all, she did plan to make the City of Alova her base of operations.
But before that, she still had to gather some intelligence and could not act rashly.
Thinking this, she nodded to herself, and once again turned her gaze to Kakilis on the ground, then sighed softly:
“Where are your severed arm and leg?”
This Radiant Knight was silent for a moment, then spoke in a somewhat sullen voice:
“They were eaten.”
“……”
“Do you regret it? You will be disabled for the rest of your life.”
“No, I don’t regret it. That was a densely populated area. If I hadn’t held it back, then a great many innocents would surely have died.”
“Aren’t you an innocent yourself?”
“No, I’m not. As the Bishop said, we are the guardians.”
When he spoke these words, Kakilis revealed a faint smile, but then immediately showed a hint of regret:
“But now, I can no longer be a guardian. Even though I am an extraordinary individual, now I can no longer fight alongside my companions.”
Seemingly realizing that his words might have caused a misunderstanding, he hurried to explain:
“Of course, it’s not that I regret it. I’m just… just a little dejected.”
At this, a faint smile gradually emerged on Sylvia’s face.
“Very good.”
She spoke softly, then looked at the idle fallen noblewoman beside her:
“Adela.”
She called out the other’s name, making her jolt abruptly like an apprentice caught slacking off.
However, the gray-haired puppet paid no mind to her reaction and instead gave her instructions:
“Go make a leg and an arm.”
“As for the form, just match what he lost.”
“Ah? Alright.”
Adela quickly responded, then began carefully examining the remaining left arm and left lower leg, sketching out in her mind the approximate symmetrical shape.
After that, she asked:
“Your Grace, what materials should I use? Any special requirements?”
At this moment, she brimmed with confidence. When it came to making prosthetics, puppeteers were the experts!
Yet Sylvia put forward a request that, to her, felt rather strange:
“Make them the same shape as the originals. There’s no need for functionality.”
“Ah? Alright.”
Adela, a little bewildered, left the room and headed toward her “workshop.”
That was the name Sylvia had given her workspace.
About an hour later, she returned carrying the completed prosthetics.
The reason it had been so quick was that she had used her extraordinary ability, and because aside from looking realistic, these pieces had no additional structures at all.
Sylvia glanced at them, then showed a satisfied smile. She rose from her seat and walked toward Kakilis, who had a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.
She gestured for Loruze to step forward and help secure the prosthetics to Kakilis. Then, the gray-haired puppet looked at Adela with a half-smile:
“Next, I will demonstrate for you the authority known as ‘Lust.’ This is also an ability you will one day master.”
Hearing this, Adela visibly froze.
At first, she had resisted this original sin.
Lust—it sounded improper just hearing the name!
But after Sylvia’s explanations, she had eventually chosen to accept it.
And now, Her Grace seemed about to demonstrate this power?
At that moment, the Radiant Knight lying on the ground felt an extremely fervent gaze fall upon him, and he could not help but grow uneasy.
Just then, Sylvia raised her right hand, her fingers flicking rapidly.
In the next second, distinct strangulation marks appeared around the joints of Kakilis’s right leg and right arm, including the prosthetics!
As the marks formed, the previously healed stump wounds split open at once, and wriggling flesh instantly burrowed into the prosthetics.
On the surface of the prosthetic limbs, which had looked a bit pale before, a flush of blood gradually emerged, and the flesh became more lifelike by the moment.
At this moment, Kakilis let out a muffled groan of pain, but no one present paid it any mind. All of them, in unison, turned their eyes toward his arm and lower leg.
By now, they no longer bore any trace of being prosthetics.
Loruze crouched down, letting pure-white light rise from his hands and seep into the man’s arm. Then he spoke up in surprise:
“It’s real flesh! There are real bones inside, too!”
To this, Sylvia merely smiled.
Hearing Loruze’s words, Adela hurriedly crouched as well, reaching out to touch his lower leg without caring about appearances.
Under Kakilis’s embarrassed expression and Lakdevo’s disdainful gaze, she stood up excitedly:
“Your Grace, is this the ability I will gain after I advance?”
Seeing this, Sylvia gave a faint smile:
“No. This belongs to the ‘Miracle of Life.’ It is an ability of the Apostle rank.”
“And the one you will master is called ‘Life Alchemy.’ Although it can achieve a similar effect, it is far more troublesome.”
“That doesn’t matter!”
“This way, I’ll be able to make even more lifelike puppets!”
You’re smiling just like a child.
Sylvia inwardly complained, then looked at Kakilis and said:
“Get up and take a few steps. See how it feels.”
“Yes, Your Grace!”
“Thank you for your mercy. Thank you for your gift!”
The Radiant Knight, though his limbs were still a little stiff, climbed up from the floor and at once struck his left chest with his right fist, offering the greatest gratitude to the messenger of God.