At this point, I began to worry that he may perish. But at this moment, Seacuel’s vague outline solidified into a magnificent creature of power. The scattered aura of water vanished and in its place was the figure of a single wolf.
When Isana saw this, he immediately began to relax but I tightened my grasp on his shoulder so that he would remain alert and not faint from relief.
“Stay alert, Isana! If you lose consciousness now then it’ll be even harder next time. Endure just a bit longer. Got it?”
“Yes…ha…ha… It..it is an honor to meet you, Seacuel. M…my name is Isana…”
Seacuel lowered his head. But that was not a salute to Isana, but to me. It was only after he
finished paying his respects that he paid attention to Isana.
Pleased to meet you, Contractor of the King.
“…huh? He speaks? Ah, I mean, how can I hear him?”
Superior Grade Spirits can deliver their will to their contractor. I will be under your care from now on.
“Ah…yes…thank y…”
“Isana!”
Before he could finish his line, Isana lifelessly collapsed. He had long since passed his limit and could no longer endure. Since Isana had lost consciousness, the mana that anchored Seacuel to this plane of existence was cut off and the Spirit vanished as well.
I immediately used my healing arts to have Isana recover. But even with that, he did not regain consciousness for a long time. He seemed to be having an even harder time than when he had summoned me.
“To think that he could not endure for even a few minutes… This isn’t good. Even if he practices all night, it will be difficult to use Seacuel to his full abilities tomorrow.”
“You’re right. TromWell, what should we do? I didn’t think it would be this hard. Damn. If Irial was okay, then Undine would have worked just as well…”
“There’s no choice. Even if he can’t endure for a long time, he should be able to summon
Seacuel long enough for him to launch a single attack. That attack may be the deciding factor of tomorrow’s battle. But, El, are you okay? Even you will be tired after expending such large amounts of aura like that…”
I smiled in answer to his insistent worry. It wasn’t easy, but I could not allow myself to be weak.
Isana had suffered and endured much greater difficulties than I had. Any complaints that I had would only be senseless whining compared to that.
Furthermore, I had not used a single ounce of my power so I had a great reservoir of unused aura. Although that surplus had now been depleted, it wasn’t to the point that I would be forcefully deported away from this dimension.
Unlike the Minor, Intermediate, and Superior Grades of Spirits, the Kings only consumed our contractor’s mana when we used our abilities. This meant that we did not require any mana to anchor us to this world. If that was not the case, Isana would have been just a distant memory for some time.
“Ah yes, TromWell. Can the Gods pass down their wills to the humans?”
“Hmm… That’ll be difficult for the average human but it is said that it is possible for those who have the Stigma of the Gods. Why do you ask?”
