Kiss of Revival

"Love and sacrifice—what a fine story. Though the plot is simple, it is still quite a good fairy tale for children."

The gray-robed god commented. The campfire before Him was gradually returning to normal, while a thin little book took shape in His hand—the story of the "Sleeping Princess."

Shade pushed himself up from the ground, temporarily stuffed Mia from his arms into Miss Olanord's embrace, and respectfully asked:

"O God, this story has not truly ended yet. True love's kiss can save the princess in the story, but in reality, only genuine sacrifice can bring back those who cannot awaken. Could You lend me Your power for a while? As the person who brought this story into this world, I wish to show You the true power of this fairy tale."

"This was always your story, your power."

The gray-robed sage handed the little book to Shade. Golden motes drifted into him, granting him enough spirit to use Mystic Lock once.

At that moment, the fourth Spirit Rune of his third ring had just appeared. That faint yet persistent sensation made Shade feel as though he could reach out and touch the threshold of Mystic Lock Thaumaturgy.

The god granted temporary power. Under everyone's watchful gaze, Shade walked to the ice coffin. He pushed open the lid and lifted the red-haired witch into his arms.

Miss Samuel's face flushed with excitement. The god nodded slightly, while Miss Olanord quietly watched this moment.

"Was it out of pity, or for reward?"

The god asked. Shade, whose body now shone with golden afterglow, gently shook his head. That radiance illuminated Fiona Drago's face.

"I only want to help them."

He thought once again of Joey Barton.

"Everything comes at a price. I am willing to sacrifice my own power to save