The flickering runes dimmed one by one, and the humming crystal apparatus began its cooling process. Rosetta Augustus, seated in a specially made chair, opened his eyes and woke from a mental state somewhere between reality and illusion.
He let out a soft breath, feeling his mind relax somewhat for the first time in a long while, then left the Magical Device without hesitation.
"If you feel mentally exhausted, you can rest on it a little longer," Lady Windsor Mapel said from nearby. "It may not cure the curse, but at least it can help you relax."
"Using soul anesthesia to relieve stress may be effective, but prolonged use weakens one's will," Rosetta said blandly. "This is enough. Lady Mapel, what is the situation?"
Winsor Mapel looked calmly at Rosetta and nodded lightly. "I attempted to guide your soul and consciousness. The mental contamination has indeed returned to normal levels, but I found no signs of external interference. We can basically rule out the possibility that someone tampered with your mental world."
"...So the cause isn't within me..." Rosetta pondered briefly. "Lady, what do you think?"
"As a scholar, I will not make rash judgments without sufficient evidence, but I can tell you my thoughts. The curse suffered by the Augustus Family is connected to the mental contamination left behind by a god, and divine mental contamination inherently transcends time and space, blurs reality, and is almost impossible to affect with mortal power—your curse has fluctuated abnormally in recent days, and the cause is unrelated to your own mental condition. That indicates that the source of the curse has been disturbed. The force capable of disturbing it must be on the same level, or close to it..."
"A force on the same level, or close to it..." Rosetta frowned slightly.