Chapter 232: 7.31 Second Violet Star - At the Guild Hall

The arrival of the fatally injured man causes commotion to the crowd within the guild hall. The knights and teammates of the covered in blood man were all surrounding him shouting for a healer or calling for the guild master.

"Get a healer! Are you blind!!?"

"Call the Guild Master!!!"

"Priest, do you still not have any mana left?!"

"Wuwu~ I don't have any! I used it all up keeping Master's injuries stable."

"Shit! Are there priests around? Please help us. Heal him. Even if it's not High Heal... Cure is also fine!!"

There are lots of priests in the hall at this moment, they've all come over to help but their levels aren't that high. Barely reaching level 20, as most priests and light mages are affiliated with the holy land Agios. They are all staying in the Agios most of the time. Only low leveled priests and light mages remain unbound by the holy temple. Even the priest in the party of the hero is only at level 30, he is someone cultivated by the hero since young which is why even after reaching level 30 he remains unconnected with Agios.

"Is the Guild Master not yet here!?"

"T-They said... that he is out for an errand."

"Damn! What should we do now!?"

"Should we inform the regent!?"

"Go! Inform him! We will try our best to keep him alive!"

"Someone, anyone...I don't care what you do as long as you help him? We will owe you a favor in life! Help us keep him alive!!"

Once the announcement of life's favor was mentioned, the person who had always been waiting for this opportunity had stepped in. It was Bela hiding her appearance behind her hood, there's a delighted and proud smile on her face.

Bela Laurel's thoughts: 'As long I have the hero's favor, being enthroned as the Saintess would be easier, then all I need is to increase my level and max my affinity with the light element. The future Saintess can only be me! Who cares about that little girl who knows nothing! or that pervert who likes wearing a dress despite being a male. Hmp! I am still the chosen one!'

Lady Laurel was already joyful of the future events in her head. She started counting eggs before they hatched and didn't expect that some were here to destroy her carefully thought plans because of his whims. She intends to wait for a few more seconds to let her entrance be that spark of hope that could help them save the hero. She had already stood up from her seat and was intending to approach the crowd when suddenly a young man with unfamiliar features and ordinary appearance went to look at the heavily injured hero.

Eirwen murmured, "Punctured stomach and holes in the lungs. Blood loss for at least a quarter of the original. Broken bones and fractured ribs. Woa~ Amazing how he can still be alive."

"Who!!?"

The assassin knight who was the hero's right-hand man exclaimed. But when he saw the young man's familiar phoenix-shaped eyes, he instantly shut up. The soul within this assassin night is Araysh. Like the Gods from the Divine realm, he is also a God but he is someone who directly serves the sovereign gods. It is normal for him to have an avatar as well.

The assassin knight's thoughts: 'Those phoenix-shaped eyes... don't tell me...' he looks around for another person's figure. When he saw Neige's disguised self watching the clamor from the sideline and saw him nod at him, he was now sure that the ordinary-looking young man before him is that person. He chooses not to get in his way.

The knights and other party members of the hero were startled by the appearance of the young man who suddenly pop-up beside them. What shocked them the most is that no one had noticed the young man's arrival or presence until he had spoken.

"What are you doing!? You can't touch the lord!!"

The knights tried to grab him but were stopped by the assassin knight.

The assassin knight spoke, "Don't bother him. He could help the lord."

They watched in silence as they watched the young man poke here and there on the hero's injured body. They were surprised by the result of such a simple gesture.

"T-The... The bleeding... it stopped!??"

"How is that possible!?"

"What the hell did he do?!"

The loud voices in the crowd made Eirwen's head uncomfortable and looked around him with unmelting coldness within his gaze. Others instantly shut up once they've met those scrutinizing phoenix eyes. They could even feel a chill climbing up their spines they've collectively stiffened.

Everyone's thoughts as one: 'His eyes are beautiful yet... extremely terrifying~'

Those beautiful eyes glazed when he looked at the priest in front of him. The young priest lightly trembles when he sees Eirwen look at him, especially seeing such a mischievous smile on his face.

"You are the priest right? What is your level? Can you use high heels or regeneration?" asked Eirwen.

The young priest answered honestly and said, "I... I can use... High heal but... not regeneration. I also... don't have any mana left." he lowered his head thinking he is useless.

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Eirwen ignored the other person's depression and said, "Hand. I will lend you my mana." he says as reached out his hand a bit.

The priest was a bit lovestruck seeing Eirwen smile at him. He was slowly reaching out his hands when all of the sudden the fatally injured man woke up and grabbed Eirwen's hands instead. Their eyes met and Eirwen saw the man's obsidian eyes. Within those eyes is a familiar scenery of galaxies and stars, only then Eirwen realized that this said hero in the plot isn't just a mere character in this world but also a God's avatar of someone with whom he is intimate.

Hero Luciel Li spoke with a very hoarse voice, "G-Give me... your mana... I can... heal myself... as long as you give yours... your mana~"

[Hic! T-This way of talking... d-don't tell me... Lord God!?]

When Eirwen wanted to pull back his hand, the man intertwined their ten fingers tightly forbidding him of escape.

A roguish smirk appeared on Luciel's handsome face as if he wasn't the dying man from before. "Honey~ I'm dying... If you don't want to use your light magic... just give me your mana okay~" said the dying hero.

[This... did he suddenly take over the hero's body because he doesn't want the host to hold the priest's hand?]

"Yue think of a way so we can escape," said Eirwen in his head.

[D-Do we still need to escape?]

"Yes! Do you want the other one to come over as well!? It would be a lot harder when the two of them worked together to capture us."

[...Okay.]

Eirwen bit his lower lips in annoyance and averted his eyes from this rude yet affectionate man. He gave him his mana as he wanted, he never likes using light elements as his compatibility with this attribute is the worst. It made him extremely uncomfortable whenever he used light magic.

Hero Luciel didn't intend to let of Eirwen's hand. He had been dreaming countless times about what he wanted to do when he met him. He practices everything in his head, strategizing how he would act when the two finally meet but... everything of those was useless now that he saw himself. Just being by his side is enough to give him endless satisfaction in his heart.

With the mana Eirwen had given him, Luciel and instantly healed the vessel of this avatar of his. The mana of Eirwen is potent and strong enough for him to fully heal this waste of body of his.

Once his body healed completely he stood up and grabbed Eirwen to be carried in his arms. As expected the little one in his embrace started to struggle as if wanting to escape his clutches. Unfortunately, he had already expected it and wrapped his arms around the slender waist to prevent the latter from flailing around.

Luciel coaxed, "Honey~ stop moving around. It's hard for me to carry you like this~" he was intentionally rubbing the struggling kitten's perky butt without caring for his image as a hero.

Eirwen glares at him while lightly blushing, "Who the hell is your honey!? I don't know you! Let go of me you pervert!!" he still continues to scuffle within the man's arms. "Fuck! Where the hell are you touching!!?"

"Um~" He keeps rubbing Eirwen's waist and butt with not so honest hands. "Soft~ nice to touch but... you're all bones. Honey, are you eating well?" asked the perverted hero.

Eirwen Night suddenly stayed silent and stopped struggling. He placed his hands on the sides of Heor Luciel's head, then slowly lowered his head to meet the other. Hero Luciel's heart started beating faster and faster as if it would leap out of his chest. His eyes couldn't help but linger at his believed cerise, soft-looking lips which are now coming closer at him.

Hero Luciel closed his eyes waiting for those delicious-looking lips to meet him when suddenly the hands that held his head tightened and a loud sound followed by a strong force hit his forehead.

BAM!

Everyone watched as the young man in the hero's embrace suddenly gave him a hard headbutt. Since he was caught unexpectedly, Hero Luciel left the direct impact that bumps his head. He had no defense towards his honey all the time. So when he was headbutted with full force, it immediately made him dizzy and lost the strength in his hands.

Hero Luciel exclaimed, "Ouch! Honey, don't run!!!"

The little one finally escapes from his grasp and in that split moment, he runs away and forgot that he could teleport.

[Host be careful in front!]

Eirwen's only thought is to make a run for it and didn't hear what his system had just said. He was about to come out of the guild hall's door when suddenly he bumps into someone's hard chest. Eirwen was running away while peeking at the person behind him which is why he didn't notice someone was in front of him. The pain that spread on his swollen head made him realize what happened.

BUMP!

Hiss~

When Eirwen is about to beat up the person that dared to block his way, before he could even raise his head his feet were once again separated from the ground. Someone had carried him and hugged him tightly before he could react. Since he didn't even see the man's appearance and was suddenly hugged out of nowhere, Eirwen wanted to beat the hell out of this person that dared to harass him.

But before he could raise his hand, the familiar scent assaulted his nose. The smell of blood, and sandalwood. This is a scent that made him comfortable all the time. It is something that made him recognize that person aside from his charming obsidian eyes.

Eirwen's thoughts: 'Ah~ right. My husband in this world has split into two.'

The man with pitch-black hair lowered his head and placed his face in the crooks of Eirwen's neck, he was hugging Eirwen so tightly that the latter could hardly breathe properly.

"Ha, ~ can't breathe. You're hugging too tight!" complains Eirwen.

When the man hugging him hears his words, he reduces the strength of his arm but retains the arms wrapped around him. Eirwen himself was startled when he felt warm droplets falling on his collarbones.

He asked his system about this, "Yue, what is wrong with him? Why is he crying?" in his mind.

[Host about this. The one hugging you is the avatar of Duke Damian from before. It's Lord Adrienne. He is the one who has witnessed your death with his own eyes. This is why, unlike Lord Lucien, his reaction towards you is not only love but a heart full of regret and agony for letting you die. He is slightly traumatized by your death.]

Upon learning the reason from his system, Eirwen didn't know what to do. Though his death wasn't something he did himself and was planned by these men before him, he still had a choice of whether to allow it or not. He chose the former and died before Duke Damian.

Both we're wrong but unlike him, his husband in this world had no complete control over themselves. They were his soul fragments but they don't have any memories of the whole soul. They didn't know the real identity of Eirwen Night which is why their actions were sometimes more in line with the plot. This is the reason why Eirwen is not angry when he learned that Duke Damian has ordered his assassination, as he already knows that his husband's dominant soul in this world would not wake up.

This is why his soul fragments could only follow the world plot and will. This is normal as they couldn't have known that the soul possessing the vessel called Eirwen Night happens to be their wife whose name is Hei Anjing. The only thing that was shared among all soul fragments is their love and obsession towards that man they call Jing'er.

Eirwen Night stopped struggling and gently ruffled the man's raven hair. His gestures were soft and comfortable that the man hugging slightly freezes.

Eirwen whispered, "Don't cry. Aren't I'm back?"