Chapter 533: Arrangements (2/2)

“I know I said I wouldn’t but can you hold on to the treasures from Baralia until Trian is back?” Ilea asked.

“Of course,” Claire said, her eyes widening when the first crate appeared.

It took them a minute to transfer everything.

“You really did raid the vaults of whole cities…,” Claire murmured.

“I told you about the pirate,” Ilea said.

“The Destroyer… indeed. Well maybe he should change his name to something more treasure related,” she said.

Ilea rolled her eyes.

“I’ll be on my way back then. Don’t burn the place down,” Ilea said.

“I’m not quite as powerful as you are,” Claire said.

The way back to Baralia was largely uneventful. Ilea was somewhat familiar with a few of the landmarks, allowing her to find Gyffold without any detours.

I could just take a peek at Baralia itself, see how the city is faring, she thought but finally decided against it. She’d surely have to get involved. Right now it was between Baralia, its High King and Lys, plus any additional parties that may or may not participate.

Ilea would focus on her own growth and her cooperation with Meadow to have the space tunnel closed before the whole kingdom had to be evacuated due to a spirit invasion.

Though seeing how they’re not even interested in following me more than a few hundred meters, they’d be pretty disinterested in staying here.

Her continued experience with the spirits lowered her view of their intelligence even further. The main problem she still deemed possible was some of them accidentally going through the portal and finding themselves unable to get back.

Like some kind of ten meter large tornado death fly stuck in someone’s room. Not a pleasant experience.

Ilea would be able to deal with most creatures but she neither felt responsible to stay in Gyffold for an extended period of time nor did she particularly feel like that. Right now she reaped plenty of personal benefits from her endeavors, coupled with the potential closing of the gate.

“Come on, don’t be afraid little one,” Ilea said, gently pulling the ant creature a little closer towards Meadow.

“It is in distress,” the incomprehensible landscape said.

“Yeah I can see that,” Ilea said, using her healing to try and calm the creature.

“I believe it thinks to be a sacrifice,” Meadow said.

“You did that? Eat sacrifices?” Ilea asked.

“I would push them away but some have tried, yes. I do not consume creatures,” Meadow said.

“Yeah not yet. I’m sure you’ll reveal your eldritch fleshwarper capabilities soon enough,” Ilea said and knelt down next to the large ant creature. “It’s fine,” she said, gently touching its carapace. “You’re not a sacrifice.”

“I am no flesh mage, Lilith. Nor am I aware of a magic type called eldritch,” it said.

The ant calmed down a little, feeling the mana going through it. Its heart rate slowed down a tiny bit but it still seemed stressed.

Ilea didn’t feel too bad about it. They had after all explained their intentions with a page of her notebook. She knew the creatures weren’t animals but intelligent beings and her goal here was to get them to safety. Though she had to admit, she was glad they didn’t look particularly cute.

“It’s a type of fiction, written by some racist ass author back in my realm. Went with the incomprehensible horror type of monsters. Stuff that makes one mad, or just plain weird shit. Often in relation to tentacles,” she explained through telepathy. Michael was still around after all.

Her talks with Meadow had gone far enough for her to reveal her otherworldly birthplace. The creature hadn’t offered much of anything in regards to how she had gotten to Elos, itself only finding out about other realms a few decades ago.

Ilea didn’t know if it simply was a worse space mage than the Fae or if there weren’t just worlds between them and both were insane. She assumed the latter, still knowing very little about the magic despite her many advancements in the past weeks.

“Tentacles are very useful and versatile limbs. You use something similar when attacking with your ash,” the being said.

“True,” Ilea sent back.

A strain of life magic came from the shattered gates and brushed over the ant.

“Truly… your healing is hindering the collapse,” it said.

“Yeah… I can see it better now too,” Ilea said, focusing on the weird strain the ant was under.

A heavy mana burden of the surroundings. The creature was barely above level one eighty, a wonder that it could survive in this place at all.

She walked back to the waiting insect creatures while mulling things over.

“Do you think it’s enough?” she asked.

“You saw yourself, didn’t you?” Meadow asked.

Ilea had hoped she had been wrong. “Yeah. This one would implode the second it stepped through the gate.”

“Is there no way you could enhance your healing?” the Meadow asked.

“I don’t think so. Maybe another evolution but you doubt one will happen at four hundred. Nor would I reach that level anytime soon. What if we raise their Arcane Magic Resistance?” Ilea asked.

“It’s possible… with you here… it would take weeks. You would not benefit much from helping them along,” Meadow said.

Ilea shrugged. “A few hours a day… you can continue teaching me anyway. I just heal them while you do.”

“They won’t like it,” Meadow said.

“Yeah, it’s either starving, death by spirits, or some painful mana exposure,” Ilea said.

“May I use your notebook again?” Meadow asked.

Ilea summoned the thing before it started floating. By now she could understand some the process Meadow used to move the book. Most of it still made no sense to her.

They had tried using her third tier Displacement through the gate but the spell had failed, manifesting behind the phenomenon both on Elos and in Erendar.

Her demonstration of her third tier blink only confirmed the solid structure of the spell, its extended casting time and complex structure making sure its destination was unchangeable, even for Meadow.

Placing her third tier Displacement into the air in Meadow’s room to have it examined didn’t lead to any major revelations either. The spell would work in moving the survivors but its range and apparent realm limitation made it irrelevant to their efforts.

“I noticed your level has been rising again,” Meadow said. “Does that mean your third Class did not yield a solution?”

“I trust your information. So I’m going ahead with advancing my Classes. I also felt like destroying some of the spirits. It’s frustrating to constantly get beaten down,” Ilea said. “Plus the healing works. If they advance their Arcane resistance far enough, I’m sure I can bring them through without issues.”

“It truly is fortunate that your healing works in the way it does. Your body was changed to allow for such, was it not?” Meadow asked.

“An elixir, yes. With a high death rate. I don’t think humans could wield arcane healing otherwise,” Ilea said.

“Which means in some ways You are an eldritch being, are you not?” Meadow said.

Ilea squinted her eyes.

“Sure, whatever… living grass,” she said.

“There is a tree too… an a creek. I think I look rather well rounded, not incomprehensible at all,” it said. “I mean you have ashen tentacles on your back. Like some kind of growth.”

“Okay. I get it. You’re the normal one. I’m sure you’ll get an interview as a cashier at the local pharmacy,” she said.

“Pff. I would be overqualified as a seller of things. I can literally regrow lost limbs and mend otherwise fatal wounds. I can bend space to move hundreds of objects at my will,” Meadow said.

“Hospital logistics then and maybe a doctor assistant,” Ilea suggested with a nod.

“Assistant??”

“Well you lack the education on human anatomy, extensive knowledge on existing medicine, an a degree. That piece of paper IS important, you know,” Ilea said sagely.

“I have learned your language in the span of hours… you’re mocking me, human,” Meadow said.

“What? I thought I was the eldritch being here. So don’t overstep your position here. Or I’ll eat you,” Ilea warned.

“You’ll find it impossible to digest me,” Meadow said.

“Oh just you wait…,” Ilea said, squinting her eyes.