In the Arcadia Palace, the atmosphere was exceptionally somber.
Lying on the bed, King Iasus's face was pale, his eyes flickered with traces of unwillingness, and he stubbornly inquired once more towards the figure draped in a star and moon robe, holding the Caduceus.
"Priest, is there really no other way?"
"Your Majesty, alchemy cannot create something out of nothing. To obtain what one desires, a corresponding price must be paid. And the only thing that can save a life—is another life..."
The low voice came from the black robe, as the mysterious Priest shook his head slightly, his face a picture of helplessness.
King Iasus bit his lip, his expression fluctuating.
"But isn't this too risky?"
"The campaign against the Magic Beasts will inevitably involve death, this is the path they have chosen themselves, and you need not be responsible for it. Furthermore, what we are doing is simply making this sacrifice a bit more worthwhile."