I stared at an empty place for a moment longer before I focused on the core, and after some concentration, I entered inside.
‘It is good,’ I said as I moved my limbs around; I enjoyed the mobility for a couple of seconds before my expression turned serious, and I appeared by my clones, both of them studying the meta-scan.
I have to say, the clone method is great; even after the mess in which my soul is, they are still standing, and it is as much on the method as on my core. If it had been a normal core without the peculiarities, I wouldn’t have been able to maintain my clones.
I looked at my meta-scan and saw the mess my body was in; it was bad, beyond bad, that I didn’t know where to begin.
The white fire had saved me, but it had also messed me up for good.
When it came out, it burned the divine energy of Grimm, and I wish it would have done that. No, it did not; it had burned, but not completely; it left its concentrated pure extract, which had merged into my body.
I would have been able to handle the divine energy, but not the mixture of soul, body, and tiny proportions of its energy, which had been and purified concentrated extract, that fell on me; the most dangerous of them all is a small extract of above the limit element.
It all had merged into me, and not everything pure and concentrated merged in good; when it comes to Grimms, it is a very bad thing.
If there had been anyone else in my place, even matron mavis, they would have died. Their souls and bodies wouldn’t have been able to bear these concentrated Grimms, no matter how pure they were.
The Grimms are anathema to us.
I am a little different, my soul and body entrenched in rule-bending power; the rules that applied to them wouldn’t be applied to me as strongly, and there is also a thing where I advance by harvesting Grimms bloodline.
It created a kind of familiarity, which helped me survive, but surviving is not enough, especially when there is a freaking war being fought outside.
I need my strength.
I am weak right now, so weak that even King would be able to kill me.
It is without a doubt, I have to heal myself, but currently, I don’t have an idea of how I am going to do that, considering my problem is extremely complex.
That even I do not understand it myself. It is the most complex problem I have ever encountered, more than the above-the-limit curse that the old snake had afflicted on them.
So, before I could even think about healing myself, I needed to first study the problem completely, every aspect of it.
…
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A few hours passed, and most of the battles had ended; only Elder Lord and Lady Atkins were fighting.
In the central command, one by one, all the Grand Lords appeared one after another, with each one having a serious expression on their face, with a most focused man on man with white clothes.
“Lord Carmichael, what are the chances that he is Michael and not the old snake?” Matron asked the question. Everyone began to look at him with the same expressions, that despite being a Grand Lord, Carmichael couldn’t help but sweat under the weight.
“I don’t know. I am aware of the general information about the kind of methods,” he replied, and disappointment couldn’t help but appear on their faces as they had been hoping to get concrete answers.
“No, a Grimm could not get control over Michael, no matter powerful it is,” said Lady Josephine, and the Grand Lords just looked at her.
“If I may be bold to say it, Grandmaster Zaar had said to me not long ago that no one could consume it; they would be burned to death if they tried,” said Grandmistress Charline, and few Grand Lords shuddered.please visit panda(-)N0ve1.co)m
They still remember the fire they have felt when they went to rescue Grandmaster Zaar. It made their soul shudder in fear, and they knew the slightest touch of that fire would turn them into ashes.
“Is there any way to ascertain the truth?” asked Matron, and Carmichael looked a little hesitant. “Meta-physically, it is hard given it is swallowing; there is a simple way, but it is not foolproof,” he replied and got a look question.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Memories; are very hard to get hold of, even if one swallowed one wholly. They could not get the memories,” he said.
“But as I had said, it is not a perfect method to ascertain,” he added.
“Perfect or not, we couldn’t be unsure; we will get this over today. We cannot taint our brightest star with suspicion,” said Matron Mavis, and everyone nodded.
He was able to do what nobody was able to do in the millennia, and he is one of the biggest assets in defeating the Grimms, not to mention the curse that is inside their most powerful Grand Lords.
Lord Carmichael had looked at the curse, and it was immediately above his abilities; one can’t blame him; curses aren’t his expertise. He is more like an injuries man; for any kind of physical and soul injuries, he will be able to heal them.
…
It was about four hours after they came; I was still studying my meta-scan; everything was too complex; I don’t think mere twelve hours, even with the help of two clones, would be enough for me to understand the complexity.
“So, you guys have decided?” I asked the more than twelve Grand Lords who had appeared.
“I hope you understand the reason for the doubt,” said Matron Mavis. “Yes, I do. Though it sucked to be me,” I said to which she smiled.
“Lord Carmichael had said that it would be hard to ascertain about you with just Meta-scan, but we would still like to see it,” she said, and the bands in land lit up, and soon, my meta-scan appeared.
They have been scanning my body for hours, even with their power; my internal defenses are too strong for them that it took two hours for them to scan me fully.
Gasp!
A gasp couldn’t help but come out of the mouth of Carmichael and Grandmistress Charline as they watched the meta-scan; even Grand Lord like Matron Mavis was shocked seeing it; it was really too shocking, even when it was not that clear.
“This one is a little unclear; this will help much better in understanding things,” I said, and another meta-scan appeared by the side and made their eyes go much wider.
Even though I have hidden a few things that might reveal some of my secrets, the meta-scan is more detailed than what is provided by the bands.
He studied, and Lady Charline studied for several minutes before look shook their heads as they looked at the matron.
“We have a few questions for you; I hope you will answer them?” asked Matron. “Sure,” I replied. She nodded and looked at Lady Angela.
“Do you remember our fourth meeting? Do you remember what I have asked of you?” she asked, “Yes, you have asked me to heal the forty-seven tyrants, and aside from that, you have asked my views on Kabil’s nine-synching formations,” I replied.
“I could even tell you what I have told you that time,” I added, but to that, she shook her head.
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I stared at an empty place for a moment longer before I focused on the core, and after some concentration, I entered inside.
‘It is good,’ I said as I moved my limbs around; I enjoyed the mobility for a couple of seconds before my expression turned serious, and I appeared by my clones, both of them studying the meta-scan.
I have to say, the clone method is great; even after the mess in which my soul is, they are still standing, and it is as much on the method as on my core. If it had been a normal core without the peculiarities, I wouldn’t have been able to maintain my clones.
I looked at my meta-scan and saw the mess my body was in; it was bad, beyond bad, that I didn’t know where to begin.
The white fire had saved me, but it had also messed me up for good.
When it came out, it burned the divine energy of Grimm, and I wish it would have done that. No, it did not; it had burned, but not completely; it left its concentrated pure extract, which had merged into my body.
I would have been able to handle the divine energy, but not the mixture of soul, body, and tiny proportions of its energy, which had been and purified concentrated extract, that fell on me; the most dangerous of them all is a small extract of above the limit element.
It all had merged into me, and not everything pure and concentrated merged in good; when it comes to Grimms, it is a very bad thing.
If there had been anyone else in my place, even matron mavis, they would have died. Their souls and bodies wouldn’t have been able to bear these concentrated Grimms, no matter how pure they were.
The Grimms are anathema to us.
I am a little different, my soul and body entrenched in rule-bending power; the rules that applied to them wouldn’t be applied to me as strongly, and there is also a thing where I advance by harvesting Grimms bloodline.
It created a kind of familiarity, which helped me survive, but surviving is not enough, especially when there is a freaking war being fought outside.
I need my strength.
I am weak right now, so weak that even King would be able to kill me.
It is without a doubt, I have to heal myself, but currently, I don’t have an idea of how I am going to do that, considering my problem is extremely complex.
That even I do not understand it myself. It is the most complex problem I have ever encountered, more than the above-the-limit curse that the old snake had afflicted on them.
So, before I could even think about healing myself, I needed to first study the problem completely, every aspect of it.
…
p、A,nd A-n、o、ve,1
A few hours passed, and most of the battles had ended; only Elder Lord and Lady Atkins were fighting.
In the central command, one by one, all the Grand Lords appeared one after another, with each one having a serious expression on their face, with a most focused man on man with white clothes.
“Lord Carmichael, what are the chances that he is Michael and not the old snake?” Matron asked the question. Everyone began to look at him with the same expressions, that despite being a Grand Lord, Carmichael couldn’t help but sweat under the weight.
“I don’t know. I am aware of the general information about the kind of methods,” he replied, and disappointment couldn’t help but appear on their faces as they had been hoping to get concrete answers.
“No, a Grimm could not get control over Michael, no matter powerful it is,” said Lady Josephine, and the Grand Lords just looked at her.
“If I may be bold to say it, Grandmaster Zaar had said to me not long ago that no one could consume it; they would be burned to death if they tried,” said Grandmistress Charline, and few Grand Lords shuddered.please visit panda(-)N0ve1.co)m
They still remember the fire they have felt when they went to rescue Grandmaster Zaar. It made their soul shudder in fear, and they knew the slightest touch of that fire would turn them into ashes.
“Is there any way to ascertain the truth?” asked Matron, and Carmichael looked a little hesitant. “Meta-physically, it is hard given it is swallowing; there is a simple way, but it is not foolproof,” he replied and got a look question.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Memories; are very hard to get hold of, even if one swallowed one wholly. They could not get the memories,” he said.
“But as I had said, it is not a perfect method to ascertain,” he added.
“Perfect or not, we couldn’t be unsure; we will get this over today. We cannot taint our brightest star with suspicion,” said Matron Mavis, and everyone nodded.
He was able to do what nobody was able to do in the millennia, and he is one of the biggest assets in defeating the Grimms, not to mention the curse that is inside their most powerful Grand Lords.
Lord Carmichael had looked at the curse, and it was immediately above his abilities; one can’t blame him; curses aren’t his expertise. He is more like an injuries man; for any kind of physical and soul injuries, he will be able to heal them.
…
It was about four hours after they came; I was still studying my meta-scan; everything was too complex; I don’t think mere twelve hours, even with the help of two clones, would be enough for me to understand the complexity.
“So, you guys have decided?” I asked the more than twelve Grand Lords who had appeared.
“I hope you understand the reason for the doubt,” said Matron Mavis. “Yes, I do. Though it sucked to be me,” I said to which she smiled.
“Lord Carmichael had said that it would be hard to ascertain about you with just Meta-scan, but we would still like to see it,” she said, and the bands in land lit up, and soon, my meta-scan appeared.
They have been scanning my body for hours, even with their power; my internal defenses are too strong for them that it took two hours for them to scan me fully.
Gasp!
A gasp couldn’t help but come out of the mouth of Carmichael and Grandmistress Charline as they watched the meta-scan; even Grand Lord like Matron Mavis was shocked seeing it; it was really too shocking, even when it was not that clear.
“This one is a little unclear; this will help much better in understanding things,” I said, and another meta-scan appeared by the side and made their eyes go much wider.
Even though I have hidden a few things that might reveal some of my secrets, the meta-scan is more detailed than what is provided by the bands.
He studied, and Lady Charline studied for several minutes before look shook their heads as they looked at the matron.
“We have a few questions for you; I hope you will answer them?” asked Matron. “Sure,” I replied. She nodded and looked at Lady Angela.
“Do you remember our fourth meeting? Do you remember what I have asked of you?” she asked, “Yes, you have asked me to heal the forty-seven tyrants, and aside from that, you have asked my views on Kabil’s nine-synching formations,” I replied.
“I could even tell you what I have told you that time,” I added, but to that, she shook her head.
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