Chapter 239 Dragon Girl's Absurdity, Puppet of the Death Monarch, Dan's Past (10K)_6
However, it was already too late. By the time he realized what was happening, his sister had been completely transformed into an even more frenzied creature under the influence of the Evil God's flesh.
"What if the contaminated person has died? What about resurrecting them?"
That's what the naive, early version of himself had asked Teacher Kael.
He hadn't expected to receive the answer he wanted from Kael. Although he greatly respected the teacher, he did not expect to get a useful answer from him.
Yet that day, Teacher Kael said:
"The spell you're talking about isn't just about resurrecting a person anymore. This directly involves the reanimation of a dead body and the creation and rebirth of a soul.
It can even be said that you have successfully unlocked the gate to eternal life for all things."
When he said these words, Anderson suddenly realized something—
Teacher Kael seemed to have an extremely clear understanding of how to resurrect a person.
It was as if he was already standing at the gates of the path to resurrection, merely needing to pay a certain something to quickly grasp this power close to resurrection.
In that moment, Anderson became determined to follow this teacher; he wanted to meet the future.
After truly joining the War Mage Academy, although Teacher Kael was not often present at the academy, every so often, he would come to the school with his rich knowledge, scattering the seeds of spells.
Anderson finally had the opportunity for a proper discussion with this busy teacher about his own future direction.
Perhaps because of the promise Kael left him after their meeting, during his formal integration into Lancaster's War Mage training system, he didn't hesitate to share his experiences with those fledgling Mage Apprentices.
As for himself, Teacher Kael actually took the time to tell him interestingly and in detail how the mainstream spells of the Necromancy School affected and contributed to the current war.
What shocked him was Kael's possession of an astonishing number of Necromancy spells, and that Kael's understanding of Necromancy far exceeded his contemporaries.
Honestly, he was very surprised.
But there was still more to come.
This comprehensive cognitive ability seemed to indicate that Kael always knew how Necromancy should evolve to reach that divine realm that he dreamt of.
What he sought wasn't much; his ludicrous dream stemmed solely from the hope that the souls of his family, drifting abroad, could return to his side.
For this, even if it cost his life, it didn't matter. And Teacher Kael was among those he had met, the one most likely to lead him to that realm.
Sometimes, though, he wondered if, with Kael's talent, fully applied, he might actually create true Resurrection Magic?
Such a thing, promising both fame and gain—why did Teacher Kael not pursue it?
After all, the more he understood Kael's swift growth in Necromancy, the deeper his despair felt. It was as if someone stood by your side and told you:
"Everything you treasure is but an easily achieved triumph in my eyes. Your genius is nothing before true genius."
How great it would have been if he possessed such talent.
Sometimes, in the still of the night, he would collapse in his chair, his eyes helplessly portraying an abandoned creature, but he truly despised such an innocent look in those eyes.
Damn, damn, damn it!
If only I were stronger, even stronger, I wouldn't be sitting here idly, waiting to be saved by Teacher Kael.
I wouldn't even have the courage to explore that domain with my own power.
The deeper he delved into the domain of Necromancy, the colder and darker the currents he felt swirling within, as if they were about to swallow him whole.
He couldn't see the slightest possibility of achieving his goals, so he could only place all his hope in his teacher.
Perhaps to Kael, such a sight of me would be disgusting.
Before heading to the mountain with the Wolf Cavalry to fight the Barbarian tribe, the interim Commander of the Wolf Cavalry, the strong and brave Knight, Dan, stood before him and said:
"Tell me honestly, is Lord Kael truly a worthy idol in your eyes?"
At that time, Anderson could only clench his teeth and lower his head:
"Yes, I want to become someone like him, but I can only, just like now, sit here and watch you charge to the front, weak and cowardly, praying that you're all right."
"Is that so?"
The Knight looked back at him calmly and said, "If we encounter mishaps this time and can't make it back alive, I will try my best to get you Mage Apprentices out.
This here is a battlefield for adults, and clearly, you are not yet prepared to face it.
Don't feel guilty; it isn't your fault that things have turned out this way.
But as far as I understand about Lord Kael, he never wants his followers to be afraid to chase after his steps. If possible, he even hopes to see someone surpass him.
I'm telling you so much because I want you to know that if you're determined, then work hard and do it!
Falling on stage beats idly dreaming beneath it. I always think that deep down, you're not the timid boy you seem to be. Time will tell you when it's time to be strong."
That day, the Knight picked up his spear and, with his back to everyone, walked into the vast dust storm. In the howling wind, one could almost hear his sigh:
"You still have an idol to chase after, while my own Lord, the father of Lord Kael, is no longer with us."
Anderson paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Lord Dan, would you have preferred to follow the former Lord, Lord Anthony?"
"You ask me this, and I don't know how to respond,"
The Knight swung his spear as a whirlwind arose, tearing a large opening in the dust storm, revealing his path before it was swallowed again by the sand.
"My feelings towards him are much like how you feel about Lord Kael right now."