Chapter 72: The Duke’s Sister
Soon, the staff members who had been waiting below regained their composure and immediately led the dog, now completely covered in fur, away. Meanwhile, Yuehai was left isolated, with all eyes piercing into her like needles, causing her discomfort.
“Not good at all,” Nicholas muttered to himself, realizing that Yuehai had obviously made a mistake by using the wrong healing spell. They had discussed this with Laogeri before, so they were well aware of Yuehai’s terrifying affinity with light elements. They had always thought Yuehai was incredibly smart, but they hadn’t expected her to make a mistake at this crucial moment.
As Simira, Zamiyah, and the others came to their senses, they looked grave. They were speculating why Yuehai could use healing magic to the extent of Holy Healing. This was a huge gap, akin to the difference between heaven and earth. Even someone as knowledgeable as Simira couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Um, did I pass?”
“Well, could you explain how you performed this healing technique?” Zamiyah voiced the thoughts of most people present. Yuehai’s throat tightened, her mouth slightly agape, unsure of what sound to make. Just as things seemed dire, Nicholas suddenly spoke out loudly.
“To be honest, I didn’t want to reveal this, but Yuehai here was too careless. Everyone, Yuehai actually awakened her unique magic when she became a first-level magic apprentice.”
“A unique magic?” Simira furrowed her brows but didn’t continue. Only Zamiyah, with a smile on her lips, asked.
“Oh? I’m quite interested in Miss Yuehai’s unique magic. Can you tell me what it is?”
“Yuehai’s unique magic is [Healing Desire Amplification]. The effect is quite simple – it allows her to infinitely amplify her own healing magic. The amount of amplification depends on Yuehai’s desire to heal the target and the level of her magical power.”
Upon Nicholas’ revelation, those who understood the matter immediately expressed astonishment. Even Zamiyah’s expression became grave. After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke.
“So, you’re saying that if Yuehai’s magical power reaches a certain level, and she has a strong desire to heal a particular person, then it’s possible for her to even perform miracles like resurrection?”
“Right on the mark!” Zamiyah hit the nail on the head, voicing the core of most speculations. Though Nicholas felt quite hollow inside, on the surface, he didn’t back down at all. He even wore a proud expression.
“In theory, it’s possible. However, Yuehai is still too young, and her magical power level is barely at the level of a second-level magic apprentice. The kind of Holy Healing she just displayed, similar to seventh or eighth-level magic, was already a tremendous stretch. After all, Yuehai has always loved dogs at home. Perhaps she couldn’t bear to see the little guy die so tragically, so she exerted an unimaginable amplification effect.”
“Mm…” Zamiyah nodded, and even Simira, Rafinas, and others glanced at Yuehai with contemplative expressions. Then, they shook their heads inwardly. Although this unique magic was indeed terrifying, it was too unstable. If Yuehai had never had the desire to save others, then even amplifying her magic one or two times wouldn’t be of much use. It seemed unworthy to provoke Cyril over someone like her.
With just a few words, Nicholas dispelled the terrifying aura emanating from the three scrutinizing judges, even causing Yuehai on stage to blink in surprise.
Thinking to themselves, “What’s this [Healing Desire Amplification]? No wonder she’s the Duke’s sister. She’s even better at boasting than the Duke himself, making me almost believe I really had this unique magic.”
With the truth revealed, the judges naturally wouldn’t continue to hold Yuehai accountable. However, the audience below kept making a ruckus, with some saying, “Truly worthy of the Goddess Yuehai. I wish I could be healed too.” “I actually wouldn’t mind being whipped by Goddess Yuehai.”
Ignoring the cheerful audience, Yuehai walked off the stage. She had already completed this round of the competition, so it didn’t matter if she returned to the rest area. Claude, who was watching from the sidelines, kept a concerned gaze on Yuehai.
“Are you okay? That dog didn’t bite you, did it?”
“Oh, you mean that,” Yuehai shrugged indifferently, shaking her arm covered in husky saliva.
“No big deal, just go back and take a shower.”
“Alright, then I’ll rest assured. But if there’s anything uncomfortable, please be sure to tell me.”
“Yeah, thanks for your concern, Master Claude…” Yuehai suddenly paused, making Claude keenly aware. He quickly asked.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing, just feeling it’s quite a coincidence.”
“Coincidence? What coincidence?”
“It’s nothing, let’s just go back.” Yuehai waved his hand, then glanced back at the wind spirit Arena walking towards the stage, couldn’t help but pray, “I hope Arena will be okay.”
“Then let’s start with you ten,” said the venerable mage from the Holy Sanctuary, Simira, pointing with his gnarled fingers at the ten individuals in front, before gesturing toward Arena.
“You’ll be the first.”
“Yes, yes!” Arena responded in great anxiety, though what startled the judges was her identity.
“The Elven race…” Zamiyah murmured with a slight smile. The others naturally also recognized the true identity of the beautiful girl before them. Although she concealed the features of the Elven race quite well under her hat, it couldn’t escape the perception of the five judges. However, Nicholas and Leilindor, the organizers, remained silent. Therefore, the others naturally didn’t bother to expose her identity. After all, Elves were not mortal enemies of humans, so turning a blind eye wouldn’t cause any trouble.
