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"What should we do then?"
"As for higher-level magic..." He stopped midway. Higher-level magic begins from level four. Those who have reached that level are considered the pinnacle in the field of magic. There may not be many people who can do that, even in the entire Dragon Kingdom.
If we limit it to healing magic, there is probably no one.
"I can heal her." Aya said.
The housekeeper looked at Aya with a surprised expression, pushing up her glasses.
"Excuse me, are you a priest?"
"I'm not a priest." Aya replied. At this moment, she could only lie. She couldn't admit to having a tenth-level [Miracle of Life] while showing it at the same time.
"I'm not a priest, but I have tools that can heal the Duchess. This involves some of my secrets, and I hope you'll be the only one left here. A priest will do fine. Of course, you must promise to keep everything that happens next absolutely confidential." Aya said to the housekeeper.
After a brief hesitation, the housekeeper waved her hand, signaling all the maids to leave. She also asked the doctor, who had been of little help so far, to leave.
If the other party intended to harm the Duke, they would have done so long ago. There was no need to wait until now. Moreover, if a fight were to break out, those ordinary maids wouldn't be of any help.
Seeing the other party's cooperation, Aya nodded with satisfaction. She then took out a scroll from her arms.
"This is a scroll of the fifth-level magic [Super Treatment]."
Aya had once seen a place selling scrolls in a prop store, so she knew that magic scrolls existed in this world.
Of course, it was a lie to say this scroll was [Super Treatment]. She wasn't so idle as to store a mere fifth-level magic scroll that she could cast herself.
In reality, it was a scroll of the ninth-level magic [Rage of the Earth Dragon], which she had carelessly pulled out. However, she had no intention of opening it; she just pretended to do so.
As soon as Aya finished speaking, the entire space fell into silence.
"Fifth level!" The old priest suddenly yelled loudly. He looked so excited that people were worried he might suffocate.
"I've heard that there is a high priest in the Silian Theocracy who can cast fifth-level healing magic. It is a miracle that can save a person, no matter how serious the injury, as long as there's still a breath left!"
"Is this true? Is it really that powerful?" Housekeeper Lena asked in a shocked voice.
"Don't doubt it, the scroll will be opened and used soon." Aya said calmly.
"Excuse me, can you please let me see this magic?"
"Why?"
"It's just out of curiosity; I want to see the legendary healing magic. I swear I won't do anything weird!"
"I'm sorry, the usage and effect of this scroll are very secret. I prefer as few people as possible to see it." Aya politely refused.
With an unwilling expression on his face, the old priest sighed.
"In that case... there's nothing I can do. I'll take my leave now. I promise not to tell anyone else about what happened today." After saying that, the old priest tactfully left the room.
"You probably won't feel at ease if I'm left alone in the room." Aya said to Lena.
"Please allow me to accompany you." Lena nodded.
"No problem. I'm not an unreasonable person. Carly, you wait for me outside."
"Understood." Camilla nodded and left the room.
Just like that, apart from the Duchess, who was still sleeping, Lena and Aya were the only ones left in the room.
"Are we just going to use the scroll to heal like this?" Lena asked.
"Yes, before that..." Aya said as she walked up to the housekeeper.
"Excuse me, what's wrong..."
[Racial skill [Illusion], Activated]
A succubus' racial skill was activated, and a flash of magical power appeared, interrupting the housekeeper's words midway.
She stood there blankly, the light lost in her eyes. Aya waved her hands in front of her, but there was no response.
That went very smoothly. Thinking of this, Aya began to search for suitable items to enhance her vitality.
The effect of magic is mostly to restore HP. Even high-level healing magic, although it can increase vitality, has limited effect.
If you really want to improve your physical condition, it would be more convenient to use items such as life elixirs.
Aya had many high-level elixirs, but most of them were too potent. It would be a waste to use them directly, and she also had to consider whether the excessive potency would cause side effects.
After stuffing the scroll back into her inventory, Aya thought for a moment, then pulled out another item—a few leaves from the "Tree of Creation."
The leaves of the Creation Tree grow every day, and some leaves fall off at the same time. The fallen leaves can be used as raw materials for refining high-level life elixirs and contain extremely rich vitality.
However, it is useless to take the leaves of the sacred tree directly. Ordinary creatures cannot absorb the vitality of the sacred tree. If you want to make use of it, an advanced extraction device is needed.
There was an extraction device, but it took two hours to make the elixir with it, and Aya didn't have time to wait that long.
So, she decided to make do with a substitute for now.
Aya threw three leaves of the sacred tree into her mouth and began to chew.
Primitive monsters have the ability to directly digest and absorb the leaves of the sacred tree. Camilla and Pelia would occasionally chew two leaves of the sacred tree after meals.
If explained from a biological perspective, it could probably be understood that the saliva of primitive monsters contains relevant enzymes.
In addition, Aya also activated the racial skills belonging to the Mother Goddess of Life, which could grant body fluids with states such as healing, charm, and poison.
After chewing for about ten seconds, the slightly bitter and cool juice began to seep out. Aya took out the leaves, rolled them into the shape of a pill, and stuffed them into the Duchess's mouth.
She held her head up and swallowed the pill mixed with warm water. Soon, a stream of life energy began to spread from the Duchess's lower abdomen to her whole body.
"Angelina!" Operan sat up suddenly, breathing heavily. After calming down for a moment, she reached out and brushed away the fine hair stuck to her forehead.
Her pajamas were soaked with sweat, and her whole body felt sticky and wet. It was hard to imagine that she could sweat so much in just one night.
But surprisingly, she didn't feel sleepy or tired at all. Her heart muscle, which used to ache from time to time, now felt particularly comfortable.
It felt as if she had become ten years younger and was back to her very healthy early twenties.
"Oh, Lina." The first thing she thought of was her daughter. The usually majestic Duchess suddenly looked like a helpless mother.
At that time, when she heard the maid knocking on the door to report that Angelina had returned, Operan stood up suddenly, but suddenly everything in front of her turned dark, and then she knew nothing.
She had several dreams while in a coma. First, she reviewed the years after her husband's death. Then she had a nightmare about Angelina being killed. Then she dreamed of her mother and was held in her arms. From then on, she seemed to be able to sleep peacefully.