⌈Strategic oblivion⌋
It was about thirty minutes before the supposed princess’ group was able to get the carriage going in the eastern direction, and before long their figures had shrunken into the distance.
I cast aside the branches I had been using to conceal my head.
Based on the audible snoring, Ponta seemed to be taking a nap atop of my helmet.
Standing up slowly as not wake her, I let out a deep sigh in order to calm my heart.
Despite that, I could not shake my cold sweat and my gaze swims when I looked in the direction of the carriage.
What I thought was a simple noble girl was actually a member of some royal family. I revived them with magic and it was taken as a miracle of the gods.
When I became calm enough to think, I realized that resurrection was a highly sought after magic, hell even a pair of brothers searched after the philosopher’s stone in order to obtain it.
A human would usually be brought back as an undead and given that there were no noticeable side effects, they weren’t necessarily crazy in their beliefs.
But the opaque conditions means that I can’t simply bring anyone back to life.
The strain I felt casting the magic also has to be considered.
Although revival and recovery magic were commonplace in games, if I overdid it here I’d probably be recognized as a saint or something. No, if handled incorrectly it could result in the formation of a new religion. Then there’d be the possibility of the new religion starting a holy war that engulfs the whole world.
It would be different if it was a village girl or a small noble’s daughter that was resurrected after an accident, but the situation was a hundred time worse since it was a murdered princess that had been revived.
One thing is certain…… history has forever been altered.
───No, in an era like this, royalty will surely have a lot of princesses, so history shouldn’t be affected too much, ……I think.
In addition, since there were no witnesses I should be safe── still it’s probably for the best that I avoid using revival magic a much as I possibly can.
Inside of my brain, a national assembly was rallying for the dismissal of addressing this issue.
“Hmm. Nothing happened.”
The motion won with an overwhelming majority and within a moment, the problem was tossed into oblivion.
While not jostling Ponta I turned around and headed back the way that had came.
A good amount of time has passed since left Ariane back in the forest. Following the markers I left behind, I used 【Dimensional Step】to dash through the forest.
Before long, I came across three large white wolves that were tied up by their hind legs and hanging from a tree branch with their head pointed at the ground.
At the base of the tree from which the wolves hung, sat a dark elf woman that seemed to be sulking a little.
She sat with her knees up causing her twin peaks to be pushed out more than usual; I thought that she looked happy upon seeing me, but she returned to sulking a moment later.
“OI! Where have you been?”
“Uh, sorry. I got a little lost along the way.”
I pushed the undergrowth aside and apologize to her before making my way over to the tree with the wolves.
“The blood has finished draining from these…… Please take us to Raratoia.”
“Ah, that’s right! I was supposed to be looking for a suitable transfer location……”
I had forgotten that Ariane had asked for us to temporarily return to Raratoia and that that was the reason I had left in the first place.
At my statement, she began to cross-examine me with a stunned expression, as if she simply couldn’t believe such a thing.