Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Moreover, the 'divine artifacts' that were tossed down to the mortal realm by the gods as a form of amusement before they descended all possessed some degree of 'curse' effect.

It's plausible that the high elves were cursed.

but……

"What does this have to do with treating Aina's condition?"

Charles smiled faintly: "Of course, it's the right medicine for the illness."

"First, we must understand the cause of Miss Aina's illness, then know the 'triggering' principle, and finally, what factors have caused her to be confined to Wang Sen."

"If it is simply a curse from the gods, then to lift it, one would probably have to find a miracle of the same level, which is extremely difficult."

Riveria nodded slightly.

During her long time as an adventurer, she tried to send Aina various medicinal herbs or buy branches of the Great Sage Tree to alleviate Aina's condition, but without exception, none of them could cure her.

Even Loki denied the possibility that Aina could be cured, and was convinced that even if he were to grant her a blessing, this "disease" would become a "skill" and be engraved on Aina's back.

“It’s a similar situation to Alfia and Metluja. No wonder you came to find me.” Ciel understood.

Rivera asked, "I want to know, how did the witch... no, Metalia... overcome her illness?"

Ciel's expression was strange: "Perhaps it's... love?"

"like?"

"I don't really understand either. Did the strong desire to not leave the child after giving birth slow down the progression of the illness?"

Ciel shrugged: "In short, Metluth's body is full of 'coincidences,' so much so that calling it a miracle wouldn't be an exaggeration. It's not something that can be replicated."

Rivera's eyes revealed obvious disappointment.

Although she knew the outcome from the beginning, she still hoped for a "miracle".

"but……"

"But what?!" Riveria instinctively reached out and grabbed Ciel's sleeve, as if grasping at the last straw.

Charles scratched his face: "Although the righteous path is difficult, there may be many ways to take the crooked path."

"evil ways?"

Riveria was taken aback. She remembered seeing Alfia before and knowing that becoming a monster might help ward off the disease.

"That's right. Generally speaking, whether it's a curse or a problem with her own constitution that prevents Miss Aina from leaving Wang Sen and surviving in the outside world, then modifying her body to separate her from the royal bloodline and let her own bloodline become one with the polluted air of the outside world will suffice."

Ciel held up a finger: "Monsterization is one of the truly effective treatment methods."

“No!” Riveria refused immediately: “Rather than become that inhuman monster, I would rather take Aina back to Wangsen.”

Charles chuckled, “Then we’ll have to mutate. We can find a fairy spirit and have it infuse its blood into Aina’s body.”

Rivera hesitated, "Is...this feasible?"

“I don’t know,” Charles explained. “According to my analysis, the atmosphere of the lower realm not only contains magic, but also various kinds of ‘despair,’ such as negative emotions like ‘betrayal,’ ‘resentment,’ ‘anger,’ and ‘hatred,’ which can pollute things that are originally pure.”

The evidence is the Heavenly Fire located in the capital city.

High Elves, as the highest magical race closest to gods besides Celestials, may themselves be unable to adapt to this pollution.

However, the method of having the fairy spirit merge with the higher elves would likely also fail to avoid contamination.

It's important to know that celestial beings are elusive and possess the ability to return to the celestial realm at any time. Apart from gnomes, who have been corrupted by worldly affairs and become entangled with humans, other celestial beings likely return to the celestial realm periodically to purify themselves.

Therefore, Sharl speculated that the reason why fairies, unlike high elves, were unable to move in the lower realm was because they had never spent a long time assimilating into it. Or perhaps, the fairies currently existing in the world, through generations of evolution, had already adapted to the filth of the lower realm.

However, overall, this is not a particularly reliable approach.

Seeing Riveria's hesitant expression, Charles grinned and raised his second finger: "Second evil method: since the final result of Miss Aina's serious illness is death, then we just need to avoid death."

“Avoid death? How is that possible?” Riveria exclaimed in astonishment.

"Have you heard of 'Heavenly Fire'?" Charles thought for a moment, then realized that "Heavenly Fire" might not be the most accurate description, so he changed his question to, "Or, have you heard of 'The Sage'?"

Chapter 497 Rivera, you didn't want this either...

"The Sage? The magician who developed the Philosopher's Stone, only to have it maliciously shattered by the God of War?"

Very good, you have been influenced by the deeds of the sage.

“Knowing this makes things easier,” Charles said. “Since the curse can damage the respiratory system and cause serious illness, we can remove the curse by abandoning the physical body.”

"Wh...what do you mean?" Riveria slowly opened her eyes.

"Simply put, it means you're no longer human!" Charles spread his little hands:

"Mechanical ascension, eternal soul, reincarnation in the casket... as long as one is not confined to the ordinary human body, there are countless ways to get rid of disease."

Charles simply described several ways to be 'inhuman'.

“I think you’re going a bit too far, Ciel.” Rivera’s breathing quickened.

"Ugh, you're such a pain. What's the budget? Why are you making so many demands?" Ciel rolled his eyes at Riveria.

The latter looked away, embarrassed.

She did need someone's help, but she didn't have many bargaining chips to offer in a deal.

Ultimately, the fact that Ciel was willing to offer so many solutions was already quite surprising to Rivera, even though they weren't exactly reliable.

"Well, tell me, do you want to be a robot, a Lord of Cinder (Flame Man), a Heroic Spirit, a terrestrial being, or a monster? Well, I can make it happen for you."

"Can't we just be normal people?" Rivera asked timidly.

"Alas. You must know, the highest level of alchemy is based on equivalent exchange. To be a normal person comes at a great price," Charles sighed.

“No matter how difficult the conditions are, as long as there is a way to accomplish it, I am willing to do it.” Riveria’s voice was firm and resolute.

“Not really…” Charles muttered softly, looking quite troubled.

Riveria realized that Charles seemed to actually have some 'reliable' methods, so she promised, "Please tell me, whatever your request is, I will agree to it. I'm willing to do anything for Aina; she is really important to me."

In Riveria's heart, Aina's position was not only that of a maid and childhood friend, but also that of a close friend.

For the sake of Riveria's freedom, Aina would rather die than return to the Royal Forest, giving King Alfre an excuse to force Riveria back to the forest.

She has endured the pain of illness for more than a decade, and no one knows how much longer she can hold on.

Therefore, even if Xia's method cannot cure Aina completely, it is fine as long as Aina is no longer tormented by the illness.

Seeing Rivera's determination, Ciel sighed and gathered his thoughts:

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but this method is very difficult to implement."

After a pause, Charles continued, "Actually, it's very difficult to cure Aina, but there are many ways to prevent her from getting sick."

"For example, create an environment similar to Wang Sen's, or simulate a barrier similar to Wang Sen's to isolate the pathogenic factors from the lower realm."

In the original work, Aina's daughter Nina awakened a purification magic similar to the Wang Sen Barrier based on her 'wish'.

It's hard to say how effective it will be, but since it's magic specifically designed to target mothers, it can't be completely useless.

"The main problem with Aina's illness is the air outside of Wang Sen, either due to insufficient 'magic' or the presence of 'filth' that the high elves' bodies cannot absorb."

"Then, all we need to do is create a filter to remove excess particles from the outside air, simulating the unique aura within Wang Sen's body. We can try having the 'Omnipotent One' design this filter."

Rivera thought it would require something particularly difficult, but if there were any ideas, it could be a solution.

"That's simple. I'll give the commission to the Almighty right now."

“Wait…” Charles stopped Riveria: “The key to this method is not designing a filter, but understanding how Wang Sen’s environment differs from the outside world.”

“This…” Riveria was stunned.

"The issue isn't even the composition of the samples. The real problem is, under what pretext do we thoroughly investigate Wang Sen of the Elven race? Will your old-fashioned father allow us to trespass into the Elven sacred ground?"

Rivera suddenly...

The differences between Wang Sen and other elven tribes are, of course, significant.

Wang Sen's Great Sacred Tree must have a higher concentration of magic than the outside world; because many immortals dwell on the Great Sacred Tree, even she, as a princess, dares not say that she completely understands the Great Sacred Tree.

Furthermore, the ancient books preserved by his father record the legendary Fairy Lake, which seems to be preserved in Wang Sen.

Yes, given the sacred status of the Elven lands, humans would not be allowed to set foot there casually.

Charles spread his hands: "You see, whether it's making a filter mask for Aina or a 'veil' similar to Wang Sen's barrier, it requires a thorough investigation of Wang Sen, which is something we can't do. Even if I'm willing to spend a lot of time helping you, if we can't overcome this obstacle, even if I were your father, I couldn't help you."

Rivera bit her lip, her eyes lowered, her mind racing as she considered the possibility of persuading her father.

Just as Charles thought Rivera was about to give up, she slowly raised her head and said firmly, "You're right, even my father can't help me. But my husband can..."

"Huh?" Charles paused for five seconds, "Wait, Li Ma? When did you get a husband?"

“Now we have it.” Riveria grabbed Charles’s shoulder, startling him.

"You...me?! You're not kidding, are you?!" Charles's eyes widened.

“You heard me right. You’ll be my nominal husband, and as the son-in-law of the Elf race, you’ll go back to my father to propose marriage, and while you’re at it, investigate Wang Sen’s data.” Riveria solemnly proposed a practical plan.

"No... are you crazy or am I crazy?"

99 versus 13?

Ah?

"Don't worry, it's just nominal. Once the mission is completed, I'll say I dumped you on my own initiative, so you can rest assured." Riveria was thinking of Ciel's best interests.

"No, the moment you release this message, I'll tear the city's elves to shreds!" Charles's face fell.

“You shouldn’t care about having a few more enemies, right? With Freya and Hera’s skills yesterday, there shouldn’t be many people in the whole city who would dare to cause you trouble now,” Riveria said smugly.

"These are two different things!? Besides, I sacrificed so much just to help you, why should I?" Charles pouted.

“That makes sense…” Rivera stroked her chin, frowning in thought. Then she punched her fist in the palm: “After it’s done, how about I let you rest your head on my lap?”

"Do I care about the person who gave me a lap pillow? Don't underestimate me, you little devil!!!"

"Well... it's not impossible for him to become the prince consort. It's just that it might take a few years..."

"Huh? You're really Rivera? Or is the Joker conjuring this up to fool me?"

“No doubt about it. Aina would give her life for me. I’m only sacrificing the title of partner, a mere empty right. It’s nothing to worry about.” Riveria said seriously.