My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Before Victor could finish speaking, Maeve slammed the door shut, shutting out Victor's complaints.

She clapped her hands, a smug smile on her face, but the next moment, Maeve's gaze was drawn to the corpse on the ground.

Those are the remains of Alex.

The smile on Maeve's face vanished the moment she saw Alex's body.

Curious, she went over and squatted down to examine it carefully.

Maeve's fingers lightly traced the surface of the corpse, a faint grayish-white light emanating from her fingertips.

According to Una's explanation, Otto then realized that it was a necromancer's spell to sense the aura of the dead.

"This body seems quite interesting."

Maeve's eyes lit up, her tone revealing undisguised interest.

Using this aura-sensing spell, Maeve was able to clearly sense the characteristics of the corpse.

Although the soul has long since dissipated, the energy remaining in the body is exceptionally abundant, and the density of the bones and the toughness of the muscles far exceed those of ordinary people, making it practically a natural necromantic material.

Upon seeing this, Otto immediately told Maeve about Alex's origins.

Maeve found it quite amusing to hear that Alex could create clones.

"This corpse is quite good material, it's mine!"

Upon hearing this, Victor immediately pushed open the door and came in, arguing with Maeve again.

"No! This body is important evidence and needs to be handed over to the guild!"

"What evidence? The person is completely dead, their soul has dissipated, what kind of evidence can they serve as? I might as well give them to you and make the most of them!"

"You call that making the most of it? You clearly want to turn it into your undead retinue!"

"So what? It's better than letting it rot in the ground!"

The two of them argued back and forth, getting into a huge fight.

Otto stood aside, watching the scene helplessly, while Una sat on the sofa with great interest, as if watching a wonderful drama.

In the end, Viktor was defeated.

He angrily flicked his sleeves and turned to leave the room, clearly unable to win the argument with Maeve.

Maeve, on the other hand, happily accepted the phrase "Alex's corpse" as a souvenir and carefully tucked it into her spatial pocket.

"Although his soul has long since dissipated, his body is still useful."

Maeve patted her storage pocket, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

I really like this gift.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she had gained a good source of material without doing anything, which was really good, and that her efforts tonight had not been in vain.

You have to understand, a corpse of Alex's quality isn't something you can just come across easily.

The group chatted as they walked toward the backyard.

Viktor had other things to take care of, so he decided not to get involved with them.

Otto, Una, and Maeve arrived in the backyard and found Ymir's room.

Otto paused slightly as he pushed open the door.

In the center of the room, a complex and precise magic circle was emitting a faint glow.

The magic circle was drawn with a silvery-white pigment, with smooth and intricate lines. Layers of runes radiated outward from the center like blooming flowers.

At each of the four corners of the magic circle was a copper oil lamp with an unusual pale blue flame, burning quietly in the air without a trace of smoke.

At this moment, Ymir had already changed out of his robes and put on a pure, thin white robe.

The white robe was made of an extremely light and thin material, as if it were woven from moonlight, and it shimmered softly under the dim light of the magic circle.

The robe was simply cut, without any unnecessary decorations.

Beneath the white robe, Ymir's tall figure stood out, yet the pure ritualistic aura he exuded prevented anyone from harboring any disrespectful thoughts.

“We have checked the formation and confirmed it is correct.”

Ymir's voice was calm and gentle, carrying a reassuring power.

“My child, you can get ready.”

"Okay, take off all your clothes now."

Maeve stood to the side, a sinister smile on her face, as if she had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Her gaze swept over Otto from head to toe, and the smile on her lips grew wider and wider.

"Take it all off, make sure nothing's left, so Sister Maeve can give you a proper check-up on Otto's development!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Una jumped up and slapped her on the head.

"Damn it, when are you going to stop drooling?"

Una rolled her eyes at Maeve, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.

"They're here to participate in a ceremony, not to be seen naked!"

Maeve, on the other hand, covered her head and muttered a few words of grievance, but under Una's glaring gaze, she finally wisely shut her mouth.

At this moment, Una turned to Otto and said helplessly.

"There is a pure white robe in the corner. Just put it on and stand in the center of the magic circle."

This is a ritual in which you voluntarily request the goddess's blessing, therefore there are many requirements. You cannot bring any items with magical fluctuations, lest you disrupt the ritual's flow. That's why we prepared this ritual-specific robe.

Upon hearing this, Otto nodded, then walked over, picked up the neatly folded white robe from the corner, and went behind the screen to change his clothes.

The robe felt unexpectedly soft to the touch, providing a cool and comfortable feel against the skin; it was clearly a high-end item.

After the change was completed, Otto came out.

The white robe looked a little too big on him, but it suited him surprisingly well.

Once preparations were complete, Otto immediately stood in the center of the ritual array.

The runes beneath his feet glowed slightly the moment he stood up, as if sensing his presence.

The lights flickered gently in the four corners, and the air was filled with a scent similar to incense, which involuntarily calmed the mind.

At this moment, Ymir seemed to be fully prepared as well.

She stood at the edge of the magic circle, her hands hovering above it, palms down, silvery-white light flowing from her fingertips and into the runes of the magic circle.

She took a deep breath, her gaze becoming solemn and dignified, and slowly reminded Otto.

"Now, the ritual preparations begin. You don't need to do anything; just meditate patiently."

Upon seeing this, Otto immediately closed his eyes and silently began the Furnace Meditation Method.

Ymir then began to chant softly.

"Felicity, the goddess of light and mist."

I hereby request your attention.

Ymir's voice was melodious and gentle, like an ancient song, flowing continuously throughout the room.

The sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, drawing Otto's consciousness away into the distance.

He felt his body becoming lighter and lighter, as if something was peeling away from his shell and drifting in some unknown direction.

At that moment, he actually sensed the surrounding fog.

The cold, damp mist clung to his skin, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura.

He heard a faint chime coming from afar, as if it came from another world.

The tactile sensation underfoot disappeared, replaced by a feeling of weightlessness as if floating in the void.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a thick fog.

"Have I succeeded?"

Otto frowned and carefully observed his surroundings.

As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of thick fog.

Otto looked around. There was nothing but fog, no reference points, and no sound. It was eerily quiet, as if he were the only person left in the entire world.

But he waited in vain for the crow to deliver the order.

Those ravens were the goddess's messengers; in previous missions, they had been the ones conveying her commands.

Black ravens would fly out of the thick fog, land on his shoulder, and tell him the goddess's will in their hoarse voices.

But this time, Otto saw nothing.

"Did it fail?"

Otto was very depressed.

He put in a lot of effort this time, and if he really fails, he'll have to think of another way.

After all, everything he said was about obtaining divine factors.

But just as Otto was pondering this, the fog seemed to change in some way.

The originally uniform and dense fog began to flow slowly, as if stirred by some invisible force.

The fog gradually thinned, revealing a faint glimmer of light.

At that moment, Otto saw a figure in the fog.

The figure stood deep in the fog, about a dozen steps away, and was indistinct due to the fog.

Otto assumed it was a messenger from the goddess and immediately walked over.

It was just too dark around him, and Otto couldn't see anything clearly.

Upon seeing this, Otto immediately attempted to ignite the Soul Purifying Flame.

He stretched out his right hand, and a wisp of flame gathered at his fingertips.

Fortunately, his spell seemed to work as usual, with orange flames dancing on his fingertips, emitting a warm glow.

The firelight illuminated Otto's surroundings, pushing back some of the thick fog.

He held the flame and walked toward the figure.

As they got closer, the figure's outline gradually became clearer.

It was a figure draped in a black robe.

The black robe had the texture of silky satin, and gleamed with a dark sheen in the firelight.

The robe clung tightly to her graceful body, outlining her exquisite and alluring curves.

Her slender waist and long legs are like a work of art that has been carefully sculpted.

Even through a thick black robe, one can imagine the alluring body beneath.

Otto was very puzzled.

Who exactly is the other party?

And why did it appear here?

Is she really the messenger ravens of the goddess?

But just as Otto moved closer, the owner of the black robe slowly turned his head.

The moment the firelight shone on the other's face, Otto saw something incomparably bizarre.

He saw a skeleton!

The pale bones gleamed coldly in the firelight, and the empty eye sockets contained no eyeballs, only two eerie green flames burning silently.

Her skull was tilted slightly, as if she were tilting her head to look at Otto. The gesture should have been cute, but coming from a skeleton, it only made people feel creepy.

"What's going on?"

Otto's heart clenched, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He almost instinctively wanted to back away in defense, but the moment he turned around, a pale, bony hand gripped his arm tightly.