Fate has its own arrangements

Igula's blood-soaked coat and shirt had both been stripped off by Gwen. Because there weren't enough hemostatic bandages, Gwen tore up her own skirt and sleeves to bind his wounds. His injuries were too severe; the Hydrotherapy Spell Spirit couldn't tend to every wound at once, so the bleeding had to be stopped to prevent hemorrhagic shock.

That Silly Woman kept bandaging him while comforting him in a tearful voice, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt soon." Hilarious. Of course the Fraudster himself didn't feel pain. He was a Mind Artificer; he had cut off his pain feedback before the attack even landed. Still, the woman's chattering beside him wasn't entirely useless. At least Igula didn't feel as drowsy. The sluggishness brought on by massive blood loss and exhausted Spell Power made waves of sleepiness wash over him...

Even so, Igula still had a clear grasp of the current situation: he had to admit, that mercury gun bullet fired by Mercury Trojan Horse was a brilliant comeback move, a way to snatch life from death.

Could a mercury gun bullet really turn someone into a vessel? Did it not require any other ritual?

Could Mercury Trojan Horse really reincarnate at will? Could anyone who had her bone marrow be used for reincarnation?

They didn't know the answers to any of these questions. The ambiguous possibilities weren't because Mercury Trojan Horse couldn't Weaving a perfect explanation, but because she had deliberately left windows open. As the Fraudster had said, the highest art of deception was to tell a story others were willing to believe.

People were very simple creatures. If they were willing to believe, they would deceive themselves. Mercury Trojan Horse had told them the key elements of the story; as for all the other details, the more they