Protostar.

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A few minutes later, after the lady helped him recover with her healing magic and she was able to breathe normally again, Richard asked curiously, "What is your name?"

"Eir. An Asgardian Valkyrie. Salutations to you, warrior. Since the duel has commenced for a second time, you may ask anything of me. What do you request, my friend?"

Knowing that it is uncomfortable to always carry his greatsword wherever he goes, Richard requested, "Then, may I have one of your swords along with its scabbard? And, forgive me for being blunt, can you keep Hofund safe for the time being? When I need it, can you return it to me?"

"You are a very strange human, you know that? I thought you would request that I warm your bed or give you all my armor so you could gaze at my beautiful body. Anyway, if it is just to become the Swordbearer for Hofund, I am more than willing. In the name of Freya the Great Mother, I pledge this oath to become Swordbearer to the warrior in front of me until I succumb to Ragnarök's devastation."

Standing up and not noticing an illusory carving on the woman's heart because he doesn't have any magical sensitivity, Richard just looked at Eir strangely. From assuming he is a lustful man to the seriousness of safekeeping the sword, he shook his head, "No, you are the odd one. Anyway, here, I will lend Hofund to you. Keep it safe, okay?"

"It is my duty. And here is my sword."

Taking the sword from her hands and equipping it, Richard drew the sword and nodded in satisfaction. Sheathing the sword once again, he then turned to the Valkyrie, "Tell your sisters to bring the babies or anyone who needs saving into the tower. I need to go first. Take care."

Employing his Typhoon Thunder breathing technique, he launched himself into the air once again. Using the offsetting wind to slow down his motion, Richard arrived at the center of the tower, ignoring the admiring gazes of those he had saved earlier. Walking to where Yennefer was weaving a spell with old and new sorcerers and sorceresses from another world, Richard frowned at four people. Drawing his newly acquired blue sword, he moved as fast as lightning and decapitated them.

"RICHARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Flicking the blood off the sword, Richard explained to Yennefer in a grave tone, "That one enjoys torturing patients in a hospital. That one conducts unethical research. That one commanded an army to feed an entire town to a beast. That one, though I cannot read clearly, enjoys driving women to suicide."

"Damn it! At least tell me before you go sword blazing! Now the spell is in ruins! Huff, huff! Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry for my friend's behavior earlier. Shall we continue?"

"I-i think I will go back to Oxenfurt. S-sorry, Margarita, b-but I cannot help you. Goodbye."

"Philipa, my new friend, I am uncomfortable being near someone who can chop my head off whenever he likes. I will wait for you at Oxenfurt too."

"Well, Dijkstra is right. A beast is someone you cannot reason with."

Ignoring Philipa's jab at his character, Richard excited the electrons in the air to create nuclear fusion and burned the bodies to ashes, leaving nothing behind. Employing his Selfless state to stay calm once again, he then bowed to the remaining people, "I am sorry for my earlier behavior. As compensation to create the permanent spell on this island, I will do anything you ask, even at the cost of my life, as long as it does not break the moral ethics of decent human beings."

Seeing Richard bowing his head, Margarita jogged up to him and made him stand straight, "Friend, raise your chin. You don't need to do this. Here is not your world and society anymore. So, stand proud and become the Sun you are, okay?"

Seeing this scene, Ciri impulsively rose from her wheelchair wanting to separate the two but was quickly held down by Geralt, who was acting as her personal care assistant.

Turning to Margarita, since this was the first time he saw her trying to manipulate him, Richard couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to manipulate me?"

Stunned and retracing her impulsive thoughts, realizing that she indeed unknowingly wanted to make him a king or even emperor, almost forgetting her original motivation to teach young sorceresses all over the world, Margarita took a deep breath and apologized, "I am sorry. I won't do that again."

Realizing that sometimes his instinct made him look like a paranoid person, Richard just shook his head and didn't want to think any further. Since he had only arrived here almost three days ago and didn't have a deep friendship with her or any of the people of this world that he cared about as much as to not hurt their feelings.

Turning to Yennefer and noticing that the casting of the spell was paused because of him, he then asked her after looking at the floating orbs for a bit, "Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"The veins of the spell are broken. The outer formula is a mess. The origin Sources have already shifted… Damn it! Of course, there is something you can help with! Now come here and do your breathing thing once again! Huff, huff, huff."

Smiling wryly, seeing Yennefer incensed and infuriated, Richard nodded and walked closer to the core of the spell. Stepping between the only two male sorcerers in this group, he held out his hands, "Take my hand, and then take the other person's hand beside you until we form a circle."

Waiting for everyone to be ready, with even Ciri touching Yennefer's body to leach off some of the vitality that was not needed, Richard finally nodded his head and started to activate his burning flaming mark.

Dum, dum. Dum, dum. His beating heart could be heard by everyone surrounding him. He then proceeded to share this raging nuclear fusion of vigor, ignoring startled gasps from everyone. But before anyone could comprehend the initial surprise, they were suddenly assaulted by a burning hot sensation in their chests. A protostar was forming, and he was unable to create a Sun since everyone was already roaring in pain and wanting to collapse to the ground.

Luckily at that exact moment, Ciri, who thought she could only mooch off a little bit of power, suddenly became delighted. Especially noticing that about 99 percent with seemingly endless commas of this birthing Sun star power could not be used by the sorcerers and sorceresses. So, just drinking this power like there was no tomorrow, she then felt a healing spell directed toward her. Gazing at her mother lovingly, she then heard her command.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, shall we continue?"

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