I don't know how long it took for Eleazar, whose upper body was covered in bandages, to awaken.
The familiar ceiling came into view and he realized he was back in his dorm room.
There was an empty tube of potion bottles on the nightstand, and judging by the bitter taste that hadn't dissipated from his mouth, it should have been the tonic he'd configured himself yesterday, having been unconscious for no more than an hour.
Eleazar sat up bracing himself against the still excruciating pain and silently examined it.
The transcendental activity purified by the holy light replenished back a bit and is still slowly recovering.
The puncture wound in his chest had healed, but his back was still pockmarked, almost as if a layer of flesh had been chipped away by the holy light.
He finally realized why so many people feared that divine power, and he was almost about to have his strength permanently damaged when he was nearly purified of even the undigested remnants of his magic potion.
The man who had sent him back was sitting in his desk, his back to himself, not knowing what he was doing.
Eleazar quietly got up to check it out.
A candle burning with purple light, a crystal ball padded in a ball of cloth, and a handkerchief spread out with some hairs, fingernails, and flesh and blood tissues with whitened gray.
Eleazar looked at his fingers and touched his hair, and instantly realized who those things belonged to.
The witch's eyes were closed tightly and her hands were folded in prayer, looking to fate for guidance.
After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes.
"What did you see?"
Evelea turned her head, biting her bottom lip lightly.
"How did you wake up so fast."
"If I don't wake up, you're going to have to put the crystal ball on my head later."
"Darn it, I'm not going to spare you as a sacrifice."
Eleazar put away his joking expression.
"Tell me how long I have to live."
"It's not that serious~"
Evelea rose to her feet in a hurry and flung herself into his arms.
The face was stilled against his chest for a moment, and suddenly tears flowed down his face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were tainted, I shouldn't have awakened Him."
"How about... You go to the church and turn yourself in... Just come out to see me sometime in the future."
Eleazar asked quietly as he held her:
"What if we don't go?"
"A week..."
Eleazar smiled and lowered his head reassuringly, "Enough."
"What are you going to do, this is an Outer God summoned by the Warlocks from the other side of the stars, lurking in our world for tens of thousands of years, there is no telling how powerful He is."
"Don't be afraid, you're underestimating Witcher's resistance too." Eleazar gently patted her on the back.
"It's not like I'm facing the main body, just a piece of His spiritual will."
"This kind of spiritual pollution is similar to a virus, where the host is weak, which is why it appears to be strong, and when the host is strong, it is bound to weaken."
He was not an ordinary person with no resistance, nor was he a low level serialist with a hopeless future, he was a myth inheritor that could continuously strengthen and improve, as he became stronger, the impact from this contamination would only become smaller and smaller, and if he could be promoted to the absolute mythic stance, he would even be able to go and lift up the other side's lair.
Evelea, who realized what he was planning to do, looked up quickly, "Is there time?"
"It's not too late, don't we still have a daytime demon spirit we haven't dealt with, I'm halfway through digesting this potion right now, it should be enough for me to advance and then make adjustments for the next one."
"What are you going to take for the next magic potion?" The witch asked in a hurry.
"It was originally Flame, now we'll just have to see if we can replace it with a magic potion for the mind pathway."
"Is there something else missing?"
"Well, there's still one main ingredient missing."
"Wait, let me see."
With that, the witch closed her eyes and contemplated for a long moment, then fumbled under her skirt and pulled out a glass vial.
It held a still slowly beating pituitary gland that looked horrible.
The Witch's Collection, -
As disgusting as it looks, it's a life saver right now.
Eleazar was taken aback for a moment and crouched down, trying to get a peek into that mysterious subspace.
"Ouch, what are you doing!"
Evelea covered her skirt and backed away, lifting her hand to smack him.
"Take this while I track down the escapee."
After saying that, she skillfully took out the glitter powder and sprinkled it, eliminating the figure.
Eleazar looked at the bottle in his hand and then at the door to the room that opened and closed silently.
Hmmm... This guy took his glitter again.
But glitter for a copy of 3rd order fodder isn't a bad deal at all.
Eleazar's scowl was a bit puzzled.
Looking back at the unkempt crystal ball and candles on the table.
"Is she calling this place home?"
Well, is she in such a hurry because she thinks she's about to have her stuff broken by someone else?
Eleazar thought silently, after putting the material away.
"The main ingredient is too advanced to configure a 3rd order magic potion again?"
"It's a bit risky, but if it works, it should buy a lot of time."
Packing his things away, he began to think about that horrible turn of events.
There was no doubt that the contamination of that silver coin had been transferred to himself.
Almost, the entire city was about to be swallowed up by the Outer Gods.
"What's going on with that ballad and why does she know it?"
Eleazar was puzzled.
"Looks like we'll just have to wait until she arrives at night to confirm."
Somehow, somehow, he could somehow tell something about her intentions.
Feeling silently, Eleazar realized that all of their previously broken threads of fate were now as dead as a dead knot.
"Is this the power of fate?"
Slowly closing his eyes, he began to meditate and repair his body, which had been heavily damaged by the holy light.
...
...
In the evening, she arrived as expected.
The side of the bed sank, and his dormant thoughts were slowly awakened as he smelled the familiar scent.
"How's the investigation going?"
"It went very well, I've got the address of the escapee."
"Hard work."
"Then how are you going to reward me~"
Feeling the hot breath blowing onto his face, Eleazar opened his eyes and his nostrils flared.
"Hey, I'm still sick!"
"It's okay."
The cold blood just ignited, and the witch wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down gently.
That absolutely beautiful face was slightly frowning, as if it was still getting used to it.
"We were very fortunate that he didn't leave town after graduation."
"That means we can get him back anytime we want, right?"
"Well ..."
Slowly letting out a long breath through her nose, she said, "You can get started as soon as you've recovered."
"Okay, tomorrow then."
"Hmmm~"
Eleazar felt the ups and downs and asked, "What the hell was that chant you were humming during the day?"
"That's... Night of the Witch... It's obviously just... A very common song."
"It seems that one of your magical girls has had an unparalleled connection with Him."
"Hiss~ Ha... Speaking of which... Are you confident in resisting pollution?"
Eleazar became a little more active and began to slowly jerk, "I'm sure I can undo it when I finish the magic potion ritual."
"Speaking of which... Your Witcher's first ritual... What exactly is it?"
"You guess."
"Frost... Flame... Mind... So many combinations... I can't guess..."
Eleazar stood up abruptly, "Seven in all."
Her beautiful eyes flicked up, "Give it more... A little... Hints~"
"Quicksand!"
Her voice had taken on a sobbing tone, "And?"
"Atmosphere!"
"Curses!"
"Highly poisonous!"
Eleazar responded with a hushed, powerful voice with each stroke.
She burst out screaming, "Titan's Body... Long ago... The Seven Systems... Addition?"