"You knew I would perform the ritual so you teleported here instead of the palace, didn't you?" Ferdinand asked Alwin.
"Yes, milord. It would be best to perform it here where it was closest to the gods," Alwin explained and Arabella nervously watched the two.
'What are they going to do? Will they truly try to revive me? But why am I reborn in my second life instead? Is that how it works?'
"Milord, please allow me to perform the ritual of the elven race first. If I fail, then milord can perform the ritual of the dragon race," Alwin kneeled and Ferdinand stared at him.
"Arabella is my wife Alwin. I should be the one performing a revival ritual."
"But the risks, milord. If something happens to you, the young master will be very sad."
