There Is No Regret Medicine in This World

Grey could not help coming closer and asked cautiously, "Can I... touch you?"

To her, the scene was simply too shocking.

That was a form extremely close to the Candle Warden and the Candle Heaven Holder—

"Go ahead."

Iver spoke gently as he lowered his head slightly.

Aside from the Pope's robe, his upper body was covered only by a thin white shirt.

At that moment, it was almost completely stretched taut by Iver's swollen body. The buttons on the front of the shirt were undone, allowing the black patterns on his abdomen to be seen.

"Pardon me."

Apologizing, Grey reached out without hesitation and lightly touched Iver's antlers.

The antlers felt smooth and warm like jade, with a soothing heat that seemed to seep into the heart. Simply touching them felt like drinking a cup of hot tea at the perfect temperature in winter.

"...Is this the Illumination Spell? And the Sacrificial Fire Method?"

As the Eternal Saintess, Grey was naturally highly skilled in techniques involving illumination and sacrificial fire.

The instant she touched the antlers, she keenly sensed the power of these two techniques blended together within them.

It had not been activated by mana, but was a sacred trait that activated naturally.

Even if these two antlers were separated from the body and cut off, they could probably continue maintaining this sacred trait—for as long as someone touched them, any injury or illness would be rapidly healed. Simply wearing them was enough to preserve one's youth forever, keeping one's spirits high and one's vitality brimming.

Even without any processing, they were materials of artifact level. Even in myths and legends, they could become a treasured item carried by a hero.

Next, Grey touched the black patterns on Iver's body.

Unlike the smooth, glowing white fur that felt