Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End-Chapter 623.2: Alicia’s Letter (2)

Alicia’s letter had shaken Roel up. It made him cognizant of his mistakes.

He had always thought that he would never part ways with Alicia, and since that had remained the case for so long, he had ended up taking her for granted.

To him, she was always an innocent and mischievous girl who lived her days without worries. Yet, the letter gave him a peek into the frustrations that had been simmering in her mind.

Love was not all sweet; it was often bitter as well, especially for sensitive young girls. 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚘𝚟ｅｌ．𝚌ｏ𝚖

The rejections she had faced again and again had left a shadow in Alicia’s heart, and that was the greatest weakness pulling her down when dealing with the influx of memories brought about by her awakening.

And Roel, to some extent, was the culprit behind it.

He could sense Alicia’s confusion and resignation through the letter, and her will hinted at the despair she felt at her situation. But, at the very end, she still chose to clutch onto hope.

Please save me.

Those were the words Alicia had written in the letter’s postscript, and they reflected her truest wish. This was a redemption to Roel. It showed that she trusted him to bring her back even at the very end. It brought him courage, and he would accomplish it regardless of the price.

Roel stood by the window in his dark study room, staring at the vast plain beneath. Beside him, the spirit guide remained fast asleep in the cage he had received from Antonio.

The spirit guide was his only means to track Alicia, but it had a whimsical nature that would only look for its previous master when it remembered her.

However, there was another solution Roel could employ.

The spirit guide’s failure to remember Alicia might have been due to insufficient stimuli being provided to it. It should be possible to jolt its memory if he could stimulate it with mana similar to Alicia’s, but he would have to pay a corresponding price to achieve that.

Roel’s golden eyes slowly narrowed.

He had previously planned to bide his time, but that was not a luxury he could afford anymore. Alicia had sent a call for help to him, and he was already half a year late.

“…Edavia,” Roel’s voice echoed in the dark room.

An orange-haired girl manifested in the darkness. It was the Spiriteer Sovereign from the ancient era, one of his most trusted companions.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but I doubt it’s anything good, since you called for me, of all people.” Faced with the golden eyes that glowed in the darkness and felt like they could have been from a dormant dragon, Edavia had a premonition and went ahead to state her opinion first. “Your soul has only just recovered; I’d advise you against doing anything recklessly.”

However, Roel’s mind remained unchanged. He glanced at the cage beside him and asked, “Are you able to strengthen the portion of my soul that belongs to Sia without me undergoing Sia-fication?”

“I can do that, but that’ll place a great burden on your soul. Besides, once might not be enough if your goal is to stimulate this little fellow,” Edavia replied as she casually lifted the spirit guide inside the cage.

Beneath her casual attitude was a warning undertone. Despite sensing the Spiriteer Sovereign’s disapproval, Roel quietly lifted his hand, gesturing for her to do it.

“…”

“…I shan’t take responsibility for what happens next,” Edavia said with a sigh.

She raised her little hands to form a bridge between Roel and the spirit guide before unleashing her authority.

No one in the world knew Roel’s soul better than Edavia did. She easily tampered with his soul, and it didn’t take long for a white light to glow from his body. This white light wasn’t from mana, but something more profound and even sacred.

Under this white light, the spirit guide in the cage suddenly emanated a brilliant light as if it had awoken from its slumber before bumping all around the cage.

“This…”

“Looks like it’s a success,” Edavia replied with a smile as she released Roel’s hand.

She opened the cage, and the spirit guide immediately rushed out and circled around Roel.

Without Edavia’s channeling, the fragment of Sia’s soul inside Roel quickly quietened down, causing the white light to fade. At the same time, the aura he had emanated earlier that was similar to Alicia also faded.

This seemed to confuse the spirit guide, as it scoured the area aimlessly in search of its missing target. Roel eyed the spirit guide sharply.

Meanwhile, Edavia examined Roel’s expression, but he showed no hints of discomfort arising from the changes in his soul. She raised her eyebrows quizzically, but she decided not to say anything about it.

The spirit guide suddenly discovered something. It emanated a brilliant flash of light, and the surrounding space started to billow. Upon noticing that, Roel started to release a white fog.

The spirit guide began to disappear into thin air. Similarly, the white fog began to move and envelop Roel’s body.

…

“I didn’t expect there to be a mutant like you among the Kingdom Origin Attribute’s inheritors. Divine armor from Sia’s era? No wonder your shell is so thick.”

A black-haired, golden-eyed woman coldly glanced at the armor of the collapsed man in front of her. Those words jolted the exhausted man, who gritted his teeth and tried to climb back up to his feet, only to be sent flying immediately.

He didn’t even know where the attack had come from, let alone have the ability to guard against it.

He crashed right into a wall, and the intense impact made him spew blood. He could have lost consciousness right there, but he refused to admit defeat.

“Please consider my–”

“How irksome.”

The woman coldly cut his words short. Her golden pupils widened, and the man was pushed even deeper into the wall, causing him to groan in pain.

“I told you to never appear before me ever again. How many times do I need to do this to get this into your head?”

“I’d love to do as you have requested, but we don’t have much time left. I need your help…”

“We don’t have much time left? No, it’s just you.”

The pressure on the man intensified, causing his armor to glow brighter.

“The Ardes are gone. You have succeeded. There’s nothing you can do that will change that.”

“…That might not be so.”

“Enough. I have grown weary of your obstinacy. Don’t force me to kill you.” The woman spoke with irrepressible anger.

However, that failed to silence the man.

“I know that you hate me and my clan, but at least hear me out…”

“Shut up! Otherwise, I’ll–”

“It’s regarding the final plan.”

“!”

The woman froze upon hearing those two words.