Words of gratitude

Back in the temple, where the sleeping man is.

"This should work," Emilia said, feeding the man a droplet from her finger.

This past week, Emilia has been pushing herself to make her Divine power into liquid form, to feed it to the man.

Although she can already heal and has stopped the corruption from taking over him altogether, she still couldn't bring him back to the real world.

Even with all the energy and healing techniques she used, he won't respond to her; he was asleep with no motion or any sign of interaction that he was alive.

{ Divine Power } is an immensely coveted energy that gods fiercely seek. It can transform into any form of energy, allowing its wielder to reshape reality and command creation or destruction.

What makes it extraordinary is its capacity to manipulate fate; one can rewrite destinies and orchestrate outcomes.

This energy embodies ultimate potential, granting its bearer the authority to redefine existence and master their universe.

She pondered the thought: could he return if he could take some of it inside him?

Not as a healing skill.

Not as a divine gift.

Nor as a source of power to wield.

But as a drink—something that could enter his body and flow within him, allowing the { Divine power } to rewrite his fate and bring him back.

And since the last time, the three of them have been in this room, Emilia has been healing him without a stop and at the same time controlling the { Divine power } of hers to turn into a liquid.

After all this time, she managed to create only three droplets and feed one to him.

Yet no sign of change in his face that tells her that he was still not with her.

Taking the mini vial bottle that contains the rest, which was sitting on top of the drawer.

She looked at it for a moment, can these two droplets make a change?

What if it wasn't enough? And she just wasted days of work for it.

Should she make more of it first? Then give it to him later on, when it's full.

But- it's been three weeks already since he was summoned along with the heroes, not once in this time, changed in his situation.

While the heroes were already near level 10, he was still here asleep with no sign of waking up.

Getting rid of her worries, she walked up to him and with a firm look, she pulled out the cork of the vial bottle and put it near his mouth.

Tilting the bottle, letting the droplets flow into his mouth.

Seconds have passed yet no change has happened, as disappointment began to form in her mind, the man's facial expression changed.

She looked closer at the man's face, calling out his name, "Raven," to see if he could be pulled more.

Yet his eyes remain closed, but not his lips, watching carefully the man's lips change and reading the words that came from them, and forming the words together, he said without a voice or sound from his mouth.

"Thank you."

These two words are what came from the man's lips, before going back to his original situation.

"Thank you!? Huh," she murmurs, feeling better that he was able to interact with her for the first time.

But instead of saying anything else, be it his name or if he could be better, he thanked her, forcing the last bit of his strength to do it.

•••••

While all of this was happening, Ria was in the kitchen preparing the next supply for the heroes and Clark expedition.

Waiting for him to tap the rune magic on his gloves to deliver the prepared food for them, without the knowledge that the heroes are forming their first three-elemental- spear in this very moment, making her wait longer than yesterday.

...

Two hours have passed, yet Clark has not given the signal for her to send the supplies she made for them, disappointed knowing that having warm food inside the dungeon after a tired fight is the best.

Many people would fight for warm and fresh food inside the dungeon.

And this also put those who could make use of the materials found in the dungeon to make fresh and warm food.

Making these people highly wanted by the season fighter, equal to a rank one healer.

After ten more minutes of waiting, the signal finally came, allowing her to send it.

"What took them so long?" She asked as she prepared hers and Sister Emilia's food to carry into that room.

In this time of waiting for the signal, everyone else in the temple has eaten and gone to sleep already.

Walking in the hallway to go to where Sister Emilia is and give her food, she wondered how she is.

She hasn't left the man's side all this time and has poured all her strength to keep the corruption from taking over him.

Although the use of magic to clean oneself, when one meets with difficulty is not seen as a bad thing in this world, Ria still wanted Sister Emilia to take care of herself with more care.

Opening the door of the room where she is, she quietly entered the room, moments later after Emilia read the words of the man.

Because of the cloud covering the moon, making the room dark, making it harder for her to see.

Moving forward in front of her she said with her eyes closed:

"Here's your food, Ma!" In a cheerful and playful tone, she slowly opened her eyes and spotted something on her face.

"Are you crying?" Ria asked Emilia, seeing the tear on her eye.

"What crying!? What do you mean by that?" She said, raising her hand near Ria's face, and cast a flash of light, blinding her for a moment.

For a slight moment, Ria heard the word "Cleanse," and regaining her sight, she saw Sister Emilia wiping her hands with an expression on her face.

That said, "What a tear and crying."

Ria looked at her with suspicion, certain she had been crying when she saw her.

However, the flash of light that blinded her prevented her from being sure it was the truth.

Inside the room, Ria stared at her with suspicion, while Emilia looked at her with doubt.

They locked eyes, each trying to force out the truth they desperately wanted.

Chapter 16 end.