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Chapter 669: Chapter 64 Youth and Adolescence Chapter 669: Chapter 64 Youth and Adolescence Antimony Kingdom, capital Lionheart City.

Aurora woke from her dreams and gradually became alert.

She had endured the pain to complete her advancement, reaching the Fourth Power Level.

Now she had truly become a “Calamity Stitcher”.

Feeling her body slowly stiffening and then softening again…

Aurora slowly sat up, tilting her head and looking at herself in the mirror.

Platinum-blonde soft hair, a light purple nightgown.

That delicate yet expressionless face had turned pale, lifeless like a doll’s.

She stretched out her hand and clumsily grasped at the air a few times before she felt something.

She touched her heart.

—Her heart was no longer beating.

Or rather, the heartbeat had slowed to an imperceptible pace.@@novelbin@@

So Aurora tried cupping her head with both hands.

With a gentle twist, she unscrewed her own head.

She held her head in her arms with utmost care, yet not a drop of blood flowed from her neck.

The cross-section was as smooth as jade, glistening with a warm oily sheen just like the surface of a cut ham.

This was the special ability of a Calamity Stitcher—they could freely remove every part of their body, exchange and upgrade, or even attach them to other corpses.

From then on, they no longer had traditional vulnerabilities, making it hard for them to die from physical attacks.

Before she could organize her newfound gains, she heard a piercing scream.

Aurora’s heart tightened, and she immediately attached her head back onto her neck.

She quickly walked to the door, opened it, and rushed toward the ritual room where her mentor was.

When Aurora reached the doorway, she abruptly stopped, her eyes widening involuntarily.

There she saw their mentor, Fernando, engulfed in fierce flames—

He was rolling on the bed, desperately clawing at his own skin.

He kept emitting shrill, hysterical screams.

Fernando was covered in blood, his flesh split open…

His very soul was ablaze with relentless fire.

And Albert was standing by the mentor’s bedside, chanting a spell in the hope of giving the teacher some relief.

But the thing that had been ignited was Fernando’s soul—the injury that came from the advancement ritual was fatal and beyond Albert’s prowess to extinguish.

Albert also tried using various potions, but none were effective.

His hands were already severely burned…

but with all his effort, he could only pause the flames for at most a few seconds.

But he had given his all.

Were it not for Albert’s efforts, perhaps Fernando would have burned to death in a matter of seconds, not even lasting long enough for Aurora to have arrived.

Aurora felt for her senior who was struggling to save their mentor.

She boldly stepped forward, firmly pulling Albert away while whispering softly, “…Let me try.”

Albert looked back, murmuring instinctively in a low voice, “Aurora…”

He was more proficient in Necromancy and Alchemy, and in terms of talents for petrification and preservation, he was much less gifted than Aurora.

So he stepped back trustingly and began treating his severely burned hands with alchemical potions.

While Aurora’s pupils flared up with a dim yellow light.

She pressed her hands together, and they turned into stone statues.

“Teacher…

don’t resist.”

She said softly.

Then she reached out and touched Fernando’s body while chanting quietly.

Petrification quickly spread, encasing the struggling Fernando entirely within it.

His body was completely turned to stone, his agonized expression solidified into a lifelike painful sculpture.

It could almost be called “The Burned Man”.

“…That will do for now.”

Aurora murmured, her lips pressed together.

For now, she would petrify and preserve him, figuring out a solution later.

After that, she reinforced her mentor’s body with Preservation Arts again, to prevent accidental breakage during transport.

She looked down at Fernando with a sorrowful expression.

In that moment, many words she wanted to say came to mind.

But in the end, she didn’t say any of them.

So she could only close her eyes and remember him silently in her heart.

“…Aurora.”

Albert looked at her and called again softly.

“The teacher died for me.”

She said sadly, softly.

“The mentor isn’t dead yet.”

Albert provided some weak comfort, “Maybe we’ll find a way to save him later.

We just need to extinguish the fire of his soul, right…?”

Although the Fifth Power Level couldn’t do it…

perhaps, the legendary Sixth Power Level could?

So for the next moment, the room fell into an awkward silence.

Albert remained silent for well over a minute, then tentatively broke the silence, “You remember what the teacher told us, right?

Did you write it down on paper?”

“…I just woke up.”

Aurora answered softly, “But I’ve been reciting it in my heart all this time.”

She took out the paper and pen she had prepared in her nightgown pocket and began to record.

Albert had obviously woken up earlier than she had.

He took out his own already written notebook; it was clear that he had recorded all the essential keywords.

“While we still remember, let’s exchange notes…

Do you know any new thing that I don’t?”

“Yes.”

Aurora briefly replied, “The teacher said, ‘Do not be enemies with Aiwass; he is the one blessed by the Gemini Mirror’.”

“…All I remember are the things the teacher told me.

Aiwass and Queen Isabel aren’t allies, and if the Spirit Summoning Tower is in danger, seek refuge with Aiwass directly.”