Fairy’s Box

Gently put down the porcelain cup in his hand, and amid the crisp collision of the porcelain, his expression was serene and silent, as if he had fallen into a beautiful dream. Incompatible with the real world, everything in the restaurant is turned into a background. Uncontrollable, Vesta suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't bear to wake up.

At this moment, a soft cool breeze blew from the window, and the blue wind chimes beside the curtain tinkled, making the originally quiet restaurant a little more lively.

"What's wrong? Do you want to try again?" The black-haired knight pointed to the teapot on the dining table.

"Forget it." She spit out the tip of her pink tongue and made an expression she couldn't look directly at.

"By the way, there is one thing I don't quite understand." Yale rubbed his stinging eye sockets and asked with some doubts:

"Even if I don't fully grasp the origin fire, I am at least half an origin knight now, right? Why hasn't my power increased much?"

"This is a natural phenomenon. Your power has increased from the solidification of the sword to the natural disaster, which itself is a qualitative change in the power of the body. Perhaps you will also feel that the power of the spirit has increased, which is not a real increase, but a strong body. It’s just to feed back the spirit, and to put it bluntly, it’s an illusion.”

Vesta took the other porcelain cup he handed over, filled himself a glass of boiling water, and continued:

"When this qualitative change is raised to the limit again, as a human being, there is no possibility of enhancement, it is the limit in the limit. In other words, if it is raised again, it is a moment when it is completely out of the scope of human beings."

A slightly wary expression appeared on Yale's face, his throat shook twice, and he spit out a few heavy syllables:

"Deified state?"

"That's right, did General Casper tell you? Think about it carefully, he is really a rare good man." She looked out the window with some reminiscence, licked her charming red lips, and turned her eyes back to the other side. on the body:

"The seed of origin is a seed of deification. From this moment on, the strength of your soul begins to grow wildly, and the spiritual power derived from the soul naturally rises. The perfect combination of the strongest body and soul power, this is the origin knight, also The limit that can be accommodated on the mainland of Antrazu."

"Simply put, natural disasters and giant powers are the full liberation of the physical level, and the origin fire is the full liberation of the soul level. That's what it means."

"Exactly." She smiled affirmatively.

"But some people are born with the ability to awaken the origin." Yale suddenly thought of Genevieve, and said curiously: "A strong body will feed back the spirit, so what will the strong soul feed back to the flesh?"

"An overly powerful soul will only destroy the body."

Vesta took a sip of water, and his eyes showed a look of enlightenment:

"Do you mean the seven blue-blooded families? It is true that they are born with the ability to awaken weak fire, but that is because of the direct lineage of more than a thousand years, so that the blue-blooded people have adapted to the power of family origin. Their potential and endowment are also extremely high. It’s terrifying, so I can cross the threshold of natural disasters before the origin is fully awakened. Generally speaking, the mildest condition is death from malnutrition.”

"I understand." The black-haired knight was silent for a while thoughtfully, and then asked: "Other warriors, do I mean that ordinary people will lose control like me?"

"Your situation is very rare." She seemed reluctant to say more, with a sense of ending.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Yale narrowed his eyes tiredly.

"Trust me, I'm doing this for your own good." Vesta frowned, her beautiful eyes showing sincerity, and then she noticed that the other party's eye sockets seemed to be a little deep, and said with a smile:

"Didn't have a good rest yesterday?"

"Rest? With my current state, if I take a good rest, no one in this manor will be able to rest." The black-haired knight kept pressing his eyebrows and complained angrily.

"You need to relax...Let me think about it...there is!" Vesta's eyes suddenly lit up, adding a little softness to his smiling face, and his slender hand grabbed his arm directly:

"Come with me, I have a medicine that can help you!"

"Hey! You haven't had breakfast, have you?"

"We'll talk about it later! I'm the kind of person who can't stop once I get into work."

She grabbed Yale's arm, trotted all the way back to his room, looked around carefully, and finally ordered him to lie down on the bench on the balcony, and she would be back soon.

"This woman must be a workaholic."

The weather is very cool today. Since it is not yet summer, the morning sun is not dazzling. The black-haired knight leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes. The breeze swept his face like a veil. Comfortable.

After a few minutes, the door was opened again, and Vesta walked in with some odds and ends, his wavy hair swept across his shoulders, leaving a strong aroma:

"Since I'm here, you don't have to worry about losing control, and prepare to rest in peace."

Yale clearly heard the sound of dripping water, and soon, a warm towel covered his forehead, covering even his eyes.

"How do you feel?" she asked expectantly.

"Ok, but what does that mean?"

"Be patient, don't move!" Vesta gave a serious warning before opening a light green glass bottle, and the scent of ointment suddenly filled the air.

She dipped a little with her fingertips, and then applied it to the temporal area above the outer corner of the black-haired knight's eyes. The long and delicate fingers stayed there, pressing neither lightly nor heavy.

Yale only felt that his temples on both sides were being squeezed gently, and a warm and fragrant fragrance passed from the other's fingertips, feeling the fatigue accumulated over the days all at once.

"how do you feel?"

"The effect is very good, I almost want to sleep now, what kind of medicine is that? Where did you buy it?"

"To shut up!"

Vesta seemed to be dissatisfied with his answer. He lifted the towel vigorously, dipped two drops of the potion, and placed it above the opponent's eyebrows. After wringing out the towel, I replaced it with a new one. This time, it didn't even touch the water. It was applied directly to Yale's face and pressed through the towel.

As the warm and fragrant medicinal power continued to spread, the black-haired knight felt his whole body relaxed, as if immersed in a hot hot spring, very comfortable, and he could not wait to go to sleep immediately.

A few minutes later, she seemed to finally remember the serious business, her tone became serious, and an elegant and magnetic voice lingered in her ears:

"You refuse to accept the things in front of you and indulge in the past because the light you once saw is too dazzling, isn't it?"

Following this sentence, the pair of soft hands pressed against the back of his neck, gently swimming between the cervical vertebrae, squeezing the muscles flexibly, accelerating the spread of the medicinal power.

"Since the darkness comes from the memory of the light in your heart, then face it head-on. No one can erase their past. Let the memories just be memories."

"I'll try to do it." Yale resisted the warm sleepiness and responded seriously.

"It's better to come little by little, let's start with the simplest, do you remember that little nurse from yesterday?" Vesta's voice gradually increased with the force of his fingers, making him a little drowsy.

"You know that too? Are you a stalker?"

"How can I be at ease leaving you alone? If I don't keep an eye out, what if you go crazy and kill that poor little girl?"

"...What should I do?" The black-haired knight acquiesced to this reason.

"Go get close to her and try to communicate normally. Of course, I won't be an eyesore next to you." She washed away the medicine remaining on her fingertips with clean water, and took out a light blue glass bottle.

"The difficulty is a bit high. Saying that there are no other people in this nursing home? Can we start with men?"

"With you here, can this manor accommodate other patients? Being irradiated by the fear force field every day, is it convalescence or suffering? Those with a bad heart will die immediately."

"Forehead……"

The black-haired knight was about to speak when the towel on his face was lifted again. This time it was a wet towel soaked in potion. The other party's fingertips like an orchid bloomed quietly, and a cool feeling rushed straight to his forehead.

"How do you feel now?"

"It's cool and comfortable...wait a minute, why am I not sleepy at all?"

"what!?"

Vesta cried out in surprise, quickly picked up the glass bottle, noticed the characters at the bottom of the bottle as if he realized something, and then said casually:

"It seems that I got the order of the medicines wrong? But it doesn't matter, this medicine has no side effects. Let's change the order and do it again!"

This is still a careless workaholic!

Yale redefines her in his mind, and thinks of the topic he had not finished before, and then said, "Why does that little nurse stay here all the time? She doesn't seem to be afraid of me?"

"It's not clear."

Vesta's voice hesitated again with his fingers, and said as if talking to himself:

"Mostly because of the high salary. Now I can get the usual ten days' salary a day, but it's really rare... As for why I'm not afraid of you, I'll leave this problem to you to ask her."

"Okay, before that..."

The black-haired knight only felt another coolness coming from his forehead, and suddenly had the urge to explode: "Please don't use this refreshing medicine, I am getting more and more excited and more energetic now. !"

"To shut up!"

Vesta's tone became sharp again, wiped the medicine stains for him with a warm damp towel, dipped a little sleeping medicine with his fingers, and reapplied above his eyebrows:

"Relax and go to sleep!"

"no problem!"

Because of the previous experience, as the hot medicinal force hit his forehead, his breathing quickly became slightly longer and gradually fell asleep.