Dead Nerds Society: What Do You Mean My Guild Was Also Isekaid?-Chapter 65: I Missed You So Much

Ephyrael was looking at the scene, with tears running down his cheeks.

"She is doing it... She is really breaking the curse... To think anyone would be capable of manipulating mana with such refinement..."

He had activated Thread-Sight when Cecilia had been thrown flying. He saw that her lifeline didn’t weaken out, and that’s why he had been able to maintain his composure.

And that was also the reason he could tell. The stagnated loop of life energy that was a telltale of undeads had been cut. He understood immediately what Cecilia’s plan was all along. She was undoing Aenoth’s undeath.

He knew that nobody had ever been able to do it before. Not even in the mythical age of players. Undead were mindless enemies that needed purification. There was no method to turn one back to a human.

Until now, at least.

He could see that Aenoth’s lifeline was slowly losing specks of its darkness, regaining a bit of the silver shine of healthy lines.

He wanted to rush to their side, but Cecilia’s command still impeded him from doing so.

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Cecilia kept singing for the good part of an hour, with Aenoth’s weak voice accompanying her.

Aenoth’s voice kept getting softer and weaker until the girl drifted off into slumber.

When Cecilia was certain that the girl was sleeping, she made a gesture for the others to come.

"Master... That was so scaryyyy! I thought you’d gonna dieeee..."

Mina was weeping like a little child but still conscious enough to not do it too loud, lest she disturb Aenoth’s sleep.

"SENSEEEEI!!!"

Marya wasn’t that composed, though, crying and sobbing as she grabbed Cecilia’s arm.

"It’s okay... I’m okay... I’m not hurt, so it’s perfectly fine."

Jules’ eyes were filled with a newfound admiration as he approached.

"I’ve heard about your tactics back in the day. But seeing you pull them off in this world was creepy. Wasn’t the pain too much?"

Siraaeniel and Ephyrael approached last, and it was Ephyrael who spoke.

"What you did was beautiful, Master. To think someone would one day be able to undo the dark bonds of undeath. If someone could do it, it would be you."

Cecilia smiled softly, still petting Aenoth’s hair.

"I’m sorry I spooked you all. I wasn’t really sure it would work. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But it was only possible because Aenoth was strong. She held up in there for two centuries, not letting her soul be obliterated. That was the biggest miracle in play here."

Aenoth’s hands had been turned back to normal, human hands. And her face was calm as she slept. Cecilia’s robe was soaked with blood, but, besides that, it was already as good as new. The injuries had been healed as well, and even the pain had vanished.

She then remembered something and turned her face to Marya.

"Marya, my apprentice. What you saw me do today... don’t do it. Unless you deem it necessary and you are sure you can both bear the pain, survive, and achieve what you wanted with it.

It would be all for naught if you die before you can complete whatever you were intending to do. Wouldn’t it?"

Marya was still weeping but tried to recompose herself and answer her teacher.

"Yes, sensei."

"I’m sorry I can’t hug you now. I have to keep soothing this girl so she doesn’t revert back. I know that it must’ve been very frightening, but you were a brave girl and stood in place. I’m proud of you."

"I was so afraid... I wasn’t brave at all. I wanted to run and heal you, but..."

"But it would’ve been pretty dangerous to you. It was a vampire we were dealing with. You know how strong vampires are, don’t you?"

In the game, the weakest, out-of-the-mill vampires were as strong as a mid-level player, with the strongest ones being raid bosses for endgame. And Cecilia already knew that they remained as powerful as before.

"Miss Cecilia, what you did... is she going to become a human... I mean, a high elf, again?"

Cecilia turned to look at Jules, always keeping her beatific smile.

"No. She won’t be bound by undeath, but some transformations that had been done cannot be undone. She will retain some of her vampire powers and weaknesses but won’t be considered an undead by the world. As for what is that she will become..."

She just shrugged, trying to find the words, before continuing.

"I don’t really know. I guess something like this was never done before, so there are no references. But if I had to make an educated guess, I think that she will become some sort of hybrid. Still able to use blood magic, but without the insatiable hunger."

"...Master..."

Cecilia then heard a faint whisper, too weak to be perceived by human ears, but clear as a drum for her. She looked down to see Aelindra, with her head still in Cecilia’s lap, looking at her and smiling.

Her eyes were free of the madness from before, and she didn’t look like she was in pain anymore.

"I’m back, Aennie. I’m sorry I took so long."

"Thank you for coming back, Master. And thank you for saving me..."

Cecilia checked the girl’s lifeline. It still had some lingering corruption in it but was mostly recovered.

"I only managed to do it because you are so strong. You could’ve given in to the hunger. You could’ve rampaged on the human cities. Yet, you did not. You isolated yourself and denied yourself satiation.

Even when the world turned its back on you, you stood strong. You kept being mindful of the mortal lives through two centuries of living like this. Even to the point of trying to guide the stranded souls."

Cecilia’s eyes were filled with kindness and love as she looked at her follower’s face.

"I’m so proud of you, Aennie. I’m so, so proud of you."

Aenoth closed her eyes, and soon scarlet tears began to drip from her eyes. They were blood tears, one of the body mutations that wouldn’t revert to what they were before.

"Thank you, Master. I missed you so much."