Chapter 680 A glimmer of hope

Chapter 680 A glimmer of hope

Solomon looked at the dejected expression of the man sitting across from him. He had seen Eiro angry a few times, but usually, he had a pretty stoic demeanor. When they were alone, he would seem mostly emotionless, at most smiling when speaking about his kids or the plans he had for the future, and while he was outside presenting as 'Eiro Jura Daemonherz', the academy's lecturer, he would generally just smile the whole time to seem more approachable.

However, this was something that Solomon hadn't seen in Eiro. It was a sort of hopelessness that Solomon himself knew incredibly well.

"When I first found out that Charles' natural healing factor was... well, practically nonexistent, I was scared. So, so scared. The amount of damage our bodies take on every day through the smallest actions, that usually just heal, will build up on him and make his life worse. Frankly... I'm not even sure if he will be able to live to be my age, the way things are going," Solomon explained, looking down at the ground, "I spoiled Charles more than you could even believe, and that made him turn into an insufferable young man that frankly only his mother and I could love. But these days... he has become brighter. More outgoing. He has made friends, sneaks out of the castle when he thinks nobody is watching, and lives a relatively normal life. Sure, he needs some more support from healers and potions than others, but he's happy. And that's all that matters."

"...Despite a disorder that could cripple him not just physically, but emotionally as well, he has been quite... alive. If that makes sense," Eiro agreed, and Solomon looked up with a smile, "Of course it makes sense. And there's honestly just a few simple things that got him out of that rut. Determination, love and support from those close to him, and... hope. When we visited Armodeus, hoping for him to introduce us to Jura somehow, that was our complete last straw. Without those special techniques of his, Charles would have never really been able to live any semblance of a normal life again. And then, you came around. You, right then and there, took care of the matter. That night was a turning point for Charles. He went from the deepest darkness he has ever found himself in, to getting just the tiniest star in the sky. And I think that's what Clementine might be missing right now. Just a single star to follow. And if that star can't be that she can rid herself of that skill in the future, maybe it's something else. She could grow to have a deeper understanding of its nature, or simply learn to control it. Whatever it is, with you and her siblings by her side, it's impossible for her not to find the light, even if it might take a while."

Eiro leaned back in his seat, and placing his hand over his eyes and laughing, "Man, no wonder this country is striving with a King like you."

The Demon stood back up, and walked toward the door. Bavet, who had been silent for the duration of the conversation, slowly stood up and fused into Eiro's chest. Somehow he seemed a bit more... subdued than normal, but Eiro ignored it for now. After letting out all that frustration and getting some of the best advice he has heard in a long time, he was feeling quite good. If Bavet had anything he wanted to talk about, he would come to Eiro with it.

"I'll leave you be for now. Thank you, really," the Demon smiled, placing his hand onto the door handle, "I'm glad I have you as a friend, Solomon." Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Clementine nodded her head, and Eiro pulled the hair out of her face, rubbing some tears off her cheeks as he did so, "Just rest some more, alright? I'll be in my study if you need me."

The girl laid back down. Crying was exhausting, clearly. Eiro walked back into the hallway, closing the door once more. He started to walk down the hallway and climbed up some stairs, soon finding his way into his study. Inside there, a large white snake laid curled up on the carpet.

"Back already?" Bavet asked surprised, glancing at the clock in the corner of the room. Eiro nodded, "Yeah. Clementine is resting now."

"Any next steps for that stuff?"

"When Clementine feels ready, yeah," the Demon replied, sitting down at his desk. Bavet sighed, "So you've got to deal with 'that' now instead?"

"Mhm," Eiro said, pushing his hand into the air in front of him. He placed his fingers around an invisible book, pulling it from an invisible shelf. In his hand, the Demon's grimoire appeared. He had been feeding it with as much magic as he could, and it had grown into a wonderful and ornate book that just few in this world could compare to. Its seemingly infinite pages were filled with numerous spells that Eiro had developed over the past few months.

As he thought about the spell he wanted to go to and flipped the book open, the right page was already right there. The spell inscribed onto these unique pages was a massively complex one, to the point where, without Eiro's eyesight, it might be hard for people to actually see most of the intricate lines.

Next, Eiro pushed his hand next to himself, and pulled a small vial out of his treasury. It was the essence of the Devil that Eiro had extracted from Zeke Redbrow, the descendant of the Devil that had somehow been influenced to come to the academy as a sort of ploy. The Demon let a single droplet of the Devil's essence fall onto the intricate spell on the grimoire's pages. The spell lit up, and immediately started to work as Eiro fed it his own mana.

Quickly, three needles of ice formed in the air. They were incredibly thin, starting to twist around, all pointing into basically the same direction. However, it was just 'basically'. They were ever so slightly different, but they all pointed at a single place; the Devil.