The place they were heading to was none other than the small island where the original owner of the Mimicker relic was.
Originally, Solif had wanted to see him, but there was also the expectation that if they returned with the enhanced relic or its paired mask, something might happen.
Shortly after landing on the island, they immediately found the pond inside and entered the water.
Of course, there was no need to dive in like before.
"Well, traveling with a Kamain noble sure is convenient."
"You flatter me."
Having designated the relic to the Kamain bloodline, Turan’s fluid manipulation ability had become incomparably stronger and more precise than before.
He could part the water inside the pond, create a passage, and freeze the areas where their feet touched to make stairs for descending.
Thanks to this, they easily came down without getting a drop of water on their bodies.
Except for Bize, who got soaked after stretching out her wings, curious about the view through the water.
"Hmm..."
"Is this the place?"
"Yes."
The place where the giant sea serpent had been was easy to recognize due to the deeply dented sand and rocks, but the god’s corpse that should have been there had disappeared without a trace.
Even activating tracking magic to find a human corpse, nothing could be sensed within dozens of kilometers in any direction.
"Arma clearly said that the god’s corpse was still there, in the same place."
"Was it a lie?"
"No, it probably wasn’t a lie."
Passing by the two puzzled people, Turan walked toward a small soul fragment he could sense through the relic.
The relic hanging around his chest hummed as if recognizing its meeting with its owner.
"Elder."
After taking out the jewelry box and opening the lid to summon the librarian, he opened his drowsy eyes and said, looking at the soul fragment:
"Oh, you found another one?"
"Yes. It seems so."
"Found it... eh?"
"Can you see him?"
Turning his head at the voice from behind, he saw Solif and Meisa looking at the librarian with surprised faces.
"You two, can you see me?"
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"Yes..."
"So this is what you look like, Elder. Nice to meet you for the first time."
"This isn’t the first time for me, so let’s skip the greetings. It seems you hunted that giant sea serpent?"
"Yes, we did. Is that why?"
"Probably."
Perhaps due to awakening the third bloodline, Solif and Meisa also seemed to be able to interact with the librarian.
After being momentarily surprised by this unexpected fact, Turan decided to proceed with his original purpose for calling him.
"Could you possibly store and analyze this soul fragment?"
"This person? Who is it?"
"It’s the god who perished together with the giant sea serpent that I mentioned before."
"Hmm... Well, put it in. I’ll look into it."
After injecting magic into the jewelry box to suck in the fragment, Turan informed the two that only the soul fragment of the drowned god remained.
"It seems the god’s undead was the source maintaining the corpse. We absorbed it, leaving only the remnants."
After explaining what they had just seen, the two also nodded with an "Ah."
"It feels uneasy to freely carry around the soul fragment of someone who did such a thing."
"But we can’t just leave it. Innocent victims like Bisen might appear again. I don’t think that person would want that to happen either."
When Meisa raised the same concern Turan had thought of and rebutted it, Solif didn’t say anything more.
"Maybe we can find a way to give him peace later."
With Turan’s words as the conclusion, the three each paid their respects to the place where the soul fragment had been in their own way.
It was a memorial for a hero who had fought and given his life without others knowing.
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After completing their final task in the northern sea, Turan’s group decided to move toward their most urgent goal—treating Meisa.
The problem was that with her now possessing power closer to that of great house heads, an ordinary level healer would be far from adequate.
They needed help from at least a high-level noble-class healer, the head of an ordinary healing house.
"It would have been convenient if we had kept a healer bloodline in the relic, that’s a shame."
"We should try to get one when we have the chance. But then, what would we have to remove?"
"If I had to choose, the Nagin bloodline seems the least useful."
Both ruler and tamer were bloodline abilities they would hardly ever use.
Chatting like this, the three continued flying southwest on Bize.
At sunset, the vast coastline of the continent greeted them.
"And so we find ourselves at the Enril Desert again."
"My mother once said that the people here all had horns on their heads and red faces."
Solif, who had already wandered the desert for months, looked bored, while Meisa looked at the vast desert area with an expression that was half wariness, half curiosity.
It would be quite fun to satisfy her curiosity by taking a leisurely desert trip, but for now, treatment was the priority in case of any unforeseen situations.
Turan’s group landed on a dune in the desert, had a meal with an emaciated desert fox and dried rations, and then continued straight down, avoiding villages and cities.
After two days of observing occasional merchants and bandits seen from above.
As they came down from the northwest to the southwest of the Enril Desert, they saw a familiar swamp area.
It was the territory of House Labitas, the Siraf Wetlands.
"Somehow it feels like we often flee here whenever something happens."
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"It’s the safest place in terms of not being entangled with gods. It’s also home to the world’s most excellent healers."
Instead of going to the hot spring area where Aikul stayed, as they had done before, Turan’s group immediately asked around for directions to the Labitas capital.
Last time, they had only met Rida by chance after spending months loitering at the hot spring, but in an urgent situation, they needed to go directly to her place.
"I hope we meet her soon..."
Meisa said with an anxious face as she touched the scar on her waist.
Although she had initially boasted that it was fine since she could walk with flight magic, she was increasingly finding it inconvenient as time passed.
She was daily experiencing various discomforts from not being able to use her lower body, starting with bathroom issues.
Fortunately, thanks to Bize’s rapid flight, which sympathized with Meisa’s problems, Turan’s group was able to soon arrive at the Labitas capital, Merem.
"Wow, it’s huge."
"Don’t ever take off your mask, Sol."
"Keep your worries to yourself."
The Labitas capital, Merem, was a much smaller and more modest city compared to Arabion’s capital, Morgen.
This was because the Siraf Wetlands itself lacked population-supporting capacity, making it difficult to build a large city.
Of course, it was still a major city with a population exceeding 150,000, easily overwhelming ordinary cities.
Before entering the city, Turan removed his mask and handed it to Solif, knowing that wanted notices for Solif were circulating within House Labitas.
Fortunately, at that time, neither of the two Labitas nobles had seen his portrait and thus failed to recognize Solif’s identity, but if they visited the main house directly, someone would surely recognize him.
While it couldn’t freely change appearance unless paired with the Mimicker relic, the function of molding a corpse’s face remained intact, so he was now wearing a face molded from the corpse of a hunter youth they had found passing by.
Wearing this, Solif stood behind Turan’s group like a porter, carrying various fake luggage, with Bize sitting on top, trampling his head as if mocking him.
"Hey, won’t you stop that?"
Listening to Bize and Solif bickering, Turan’s group entered Merem City.
Instead of moving with flight magic, Meisa was being carried by Turan, as her skill wasn’t yet good enough to appear to be walking naturally.
It wouldn’t matter in a deserted place, but displaying such an appearance in the middle of the city would be tantamount to advertising that she was an Arabion noble.
Shortly after, Turan called over a passing policeman and requested him to summon a knight.
After projecting a suitable top-tier noble level of magic and revealing that he was an acquaintance of Rida, the meeting was arranged at lightning speed.
"You may enter."
Fortunately, the residences of Labitas members weren’t as strictly isolated as those of Arabion, making them easy to find.
Due to the soft ground, which prevented high-rise buildings, the mansion wasn’t large or magnificent, but it had a unique style with an air of antique dignity.
Heading straight to the reception room, Turan was greeted by the Labitas elderly lady, Rida, who sat with her legs crossed, smoking what appeared to be a hookah.
"It’s good to see you, young Turan. And Miss Misha too... Oh my, you said you were just friends back then, but has your relationship progressed since? Youth is wonderful indeed. Looking at how you can’t bear to be apart even for a moment."
Rida threw a teasing remark with an interested expression at the sight of Turan carrying Meisa.
To this, Turan smiled wryly, seated Meisa in the chair beside him, sat down himself, and quietly asked:
"It’s not what you’re thinking... By the way, could I be introduced to the person next to you?"
The man sitting opposite Rida appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a notably tired expression and impressively long silver hair.
Judging by his appearance, he didn’t seem to be one of the handsome husbands she had boasted about.
Glancing at him, Rida spoke with a somewhat annoyed expression:
"Ah, didn’t I mention last time? About Baraha’s successor escaping. This is his father, Mr. Godis Baraha. He came after hearing that I had seen someone who resembled his son."