"Immortality was always a lie."
"All it can bring is a curse.
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"Life was burned away in exchange for power, but that power no longer had any meaning."
"How ironic-named the 'Mourning Poetry Society,' yet chasing that illusory shadow of immortality."
"Failure-perhaps it had been inscribed into the beginning all along."
Damian's voice was as soft as if he were reciting poetry. Perhaps because of their bloodline, he and Flora really did have something of a poet's air about them.
But that air was shattered by a single remark from the girl.
"Then if I sacrifice the cost for you now, wouldn't you be left with just the power?"
Damian: "-"
Damian: "?!?!"
That actually seemed to make sense!
He froze for a moment, then could not help drawing in a sharp breath!
The Bloodline Curse devoured vast amounts of its host's life force, so whenever an Elegy Funeral Rite of any generation could no longer hold on, they would remove both the curse and the power.
Most Elegy Funeral Rites were short-lived. Only those lucky enough to randomly get a recovery ability could replenish their life force little by little.
Damian had invited Vanessa only because he wanted to transfer the curse to himself, then try treating Flora to prolong her life a little.
But now she had simply sacrificed the curse-
Damian trembled and looked at Flora in disbelief.
All these Paths of the Mourning Poetry Society had been built around making the Elegy Funeral Rite "bear a curse but be powerful."
Now she not only no longer had to bear the curse, but had become even stronger?
Other people paid a price to grow stronger; she sacrificed the price to grow stronger?
Then, as she was now-
Damian's eyes gradually lit up.
"Oh no!" Vanessa cried