A Turn of Events

When Eleven found himself still in Porlyusica's cabin. The difference was that he was now lying in the hospital bed, while Mira, who had been in the bed, was nowhere to be seen.

"Boy, you've taken our place in this grief, haven't you?" Porlyusica's voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Eleven turned to look at Porlyusica and nodded slightly.

Silence fell in the room again, and after a long while, a sigh came from Porlyusica: "Oh, what a terrible brat!"

Upon hearing this, Eleven couldn't help but grin, crack his neck, and leap off the bed.

The pain he felt while absorbing the grief had completely vanished. On the contrary, Eleven felt unusually energetic and in excellent condition.

Subconsciously releasing his Spiritual Power to sense his surroundings, Eleven was taken aback. He was surprised to find that his Spiritual Power was different from before, becoming unusually viscous and thick, and also all-pervasive. Rock walls that used to require effort to penetrate could now be easily passed through.

When Spiritual Power is condensed into Telekinesis, it becomes even more incredible. It's not just a simple increase in strength. As the viscous liquid Spiritual Power is continuously compressed, it eventually becomes a Telekinesis form like a diamond. This firm feeling is irresistible to Eleven.

Eleven understood that he might have turned misfortune into blessing this time. Although it was not his intention, he seemed to have absorbed the intense emotional power again, just like he had a few years ago. This not only healed the wounds of his soul but also allowed his Spiritual Power to evolve.

Last time I absorbed happiness, but this time it's sorrow.

However, feeling his new Spiritual Power state, Eleven didn't feel much excitement. If he could use this power to bring Lisanna back, he would rather not have it.

After exchanging a few more words with Porlyusica, Eleven was kicked out by her. It was already the next morning outside, Porlyusica told Eleven he had been lost in debauchery for almost a full day and night.

But before Eleven could even admire the rising sun, he encountered Mira and Elfman, who happened to be heading in his direction.

Mira was taken aback when she saw Eleven standing lively and energetic in front of the cabin. She then ran a few steps and, to Eleven's surprise, hugged him tightly to the chest.

"Waaah, I'm so glad you're okay! Waaah!" Mira buried her face in Eleven's chest, tears soaking a large part of her clothes.

Yesterday, when Mira woke up from her grief, she was startled to see Eleven standing right next to her, forehead to forehead.

However, she quickly noticed that Eleven was acting strangely. After learning from Porlyusica that Eleven might have fallen into this dazed state in order to help her, Mira became even more upset.

She had already lost her dearest sister because of her incompetence and arrogance, and she really didn't want any more important people to be in danger because of her.

Last night, she stayed by Eleven's side until late at night. She had just gone home to change her clothes when she didn't expect Eleven to wake up.

Suddenly embraced by Mira, Eleven seemed momentarily flustered, his hands raised above his head, unsure of what to do. However, as he felt the expanding wetting patch on his chest, the panic in his eyes gradually subsided. He lowered his hands, gently put his arm around Mira's shoulders, patted the back of her head, and softly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm alright now."

"Um."

After a long while, Mira, who was in Elaine's arms, let out a soft nasal sound, wiped away her tears, and slowly pulled away from Eleven's embrace.

It was only at this moment that Eleven noticed Mira's attire. She wasn't wearing her usual tank top, hot pants, and knee-high boots, but rather a very simple black dress. Her hair wasn't styled in a ponytail anymore, but was casually draped over her shoulders.

The once wild and domineering delinquent girl now exuded a gentle and tender aura, something that would never have appeared in the previous Mira.

Seemingly sensing that Eleven was scrutinizing her attire, Mira blushed slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt, swayed it slightly behind her, and gave a rare, gentle smile.

"I haven't worn a skirt in a long time, is that strange?"

Seeing Mira's smile, Eleven suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and only managed to suppress the urge to cry thanks to his strong Spiritual Power.

Eleven could sense that Mira's magical energy fluctuations had become negligible, far from what one would expect from an S-class mage.

According to Ms. Porlyusica, it seems that the abnormal fluctuations in her emotions caused damage to her magical energy channels, and this damage is almost irreversible.

The once fiercely competitive Demon Mira has now become an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken. It's unimaginable how much suffering Mira endured before she took off her battle robes and put on a long dress.

"No surprise, it's very beautiful."

Without saying anything about definitely helping Mira regain her magic, Eleven didn't want to waste the strength Mira was showing at that moment.

Mira paused slightly upon hearing Eleven's praise, then her smile broadened, her eyes seemed a little moist, and she whispered softly.

"Thanks."

Eleven smiled slightly, saying nothing more. Seeing the silent Elfman beside him, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder. This man had endured no less pain than Mira; after all, he had personally swatted Lisanna away.

However, Eleven didn't offer any words of comfort to Elfman. Often, the words of others are quite powerless; only by figuring things out for oneself can one truly move on. Rather than engaging in meaningless verbal sparring, Eleven felt he had something more important to do.

Soon, after a hasty farewell to Mira and Elfman, Eleven boarded a train heading north. Mira's Eleven smile lingered in his mind, further solidifying his resolve: he would go and see for himself the location of the Beast King's quest.

While absorbing Mira's grief, Eleven also Take Over many fragments of Lisanna's "death" Memories, in which Eleven felt a strong sense of incongruity.

Why did Lisanna's physical attack turn into Beast King and dissipate? Mira and the others might not see anything wrong with it, but Eleven felt that this transformation into magic and flying into the sky seemed familiar; he seemed to have seen it several times before with someone.

If that's the case... then Lisanna might not be dead yet!

The mountain range where the Beast King was located was not far from Magnolia, and Eleven soon arrived at his destination. Standing on the mountaintop, he released his Spiritual Power and carefully scanned the entire mountain range.

After a long while, Eleven let out a long sigh, "As expected, we didn't find Lisanna's soul!"

Then, he abruptly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a deep blue light, and murmured to himself, "So, it really is you, Anima!"