The Healer [222] was right.
Blood Moon Judgment really was a death row inmate's only chance to trade spell spirits.
Ash looked at the three spell spirits in his hand, as if he could still see Valkas's cold, gaunt face.
That sword that had pierced his throat had hidden inside it five spell spirits Valkas had just released from their Contracts.
If he had moved even a little slower, if his consciousness had scattered even a little faster, these three spell spirits would have fled at top speed. Even though Ash had already been as quick as he possibly could, two spell spirits had still escaped. Who knew whether they were currently riding Finger Sharks across Broken Lake, enjoying the freedom of surfing?
As for why Valkas had done this, there were far too many possible reasons.
Because Ash had defeated him, because he wanted revenge on Shilin, because he was grateful for Ash's end-of-life care, or maybe simply because he liked watching chaos unfold...
A dying Elf could do anything, and Ash would not have been surprised—except for the part where Valkas had pierced his throat. Ash strongly suspected he had been holding a grudge and wanted revenge for getting his throat cut in their death match.
Only, this had left Ash with a difficult problem.
Although he had not been transmigrated here for long, Ash was clearly aware that he did not fit in with this world.
However, he had no intention of fitting in, either.
He could not change this Spellcaster World, and he did not intend to let the Spellcaster World change him.
His family was not here. Everyone he met from now on would be strangers.
Although spellcaster powers were unpredictable and endlessly strange, and there might not necessarily be no spell spirit or Miracle