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Chapter 11
“Ariletti!”
Glen urgently lifted the child who had collapsed on the dirt ground.
The child’s pale cheeks and the corners of her mouth were stained with blood. Forget the miraculous scene he had just witnessed—Glen, holding the child, ran into the castle.
The servants, seeing the pale Lord Sogaju and the little girl limp in his arms, were shocked.
“My goodness, the baby is hurt!”
“Call Doctor Sergio immediately! Right now!”
Sergio Anus, who had been gathering grass roots in the lord’s backyard, hurried to the child’s room.
“Everyone, please step aside. I will see to her!”
As the doctor carefully examined Ariletti, Glen’s heart burned with worry.
“Is there hope?”
Doctor Sergio touched the tip of Ariletti’s nose to check her heartbeat and shook his head gravely.
“Her breathing is extremely weak. She clearly sustained internal injuries from colliding with some kind of intangible energy. Perhaps her aura exploded, or she was swept up in a strong mana storm…”
“This child can see auras, Doctor. And maybe even mana. Could it be possible that these two energies collided?”
“Eh? But the prevailing theory says it’s impossible to handle aura and mana at the same time, Lord Sogaju.”
“No, I don’t think that applies to her.”
Because she would possess the power that encompasses both aura and mana.
Glen swallowed the words he wanted to say.
‘What this child handles isn’t aura or mana. It’s a higher-dimensional power. Or maybe it’s the essence itself.’
Earlier, Glen had seen it clearly.
The little girl standing motionless in the snow, like a flower bush blooming in a white field, and what she was doing.
Some kind of energy swirled and gathered on her tiny palms. A heavy, invisible veil rippled.
When she frowned and lifted her head, Glen saw three needles floating in the air, as if overlooking the vast snowy plain.
Just like a clock.
A massive clock with the longest as the second hand, slightly shorter as the minute hand, and the shortest as the hour hand.
Looking up at it alone made his chest feel as if filled with lead.
Then came the unimaginably strange reversal, leaving him speechless.
A great force of nature that humans dare not touch.
A power so dangerous that to wield it endlessly with a mere human body would be fatal.
And a power that carries enormous risk for the caster—there is only one such power in this world.
The authority of the White Forest.
Ariletti Cadis. This child is the Sage of the White Forest who appears once in over a hundred years.
Once, she stained this land with blood, yet now she inherits the power of one of the four sages who have disappeared from the continent.
There had been many times Glen had suspected.
When the child measured the aura of knights, when he secretly saw her visiting Leon Bodefeti, the Empress’s right hand.
When she spoke difficult words that a child would not normally know, despite her clumsy pronunciation.
At first, seeing her casually make sudden prophecies, he guessed she might be a sage who experiences prophetic dreams.
But now, he realized that was not the case.
Certainty struck him.
If she possesses the power to freely reverse the present and past…
‘A Chronomancer!’
Ariletti Cadis is undoubtedly the world-line Chronomancer.
