Ark Undead

Although Margaret spoke of her sister with such disdain, it was easy to see from her expression that the Knight of Echoes was very proud of her.

"Maria, I admire you very much."

The Undead still remembered Maria's older sister, who had talked to him for a long time when they first met.

For Maria, Margaret is her light, guiding her in the right direction.

But now... it's hard to say.

"She wanted to become a knight, and also for the honor of her family. Of course, she was exceptional."

The Undead knew that Maria didn't actually have any particular obsession with becoming a knight; she just wanted to protect her family while her sister was away.

If it wasn't her, then who was it?

Margaret smiled. It had been a long time since she had returned to Kazimierz, and she hadn't seen her sister in a long time either.

Of course, it's impossible not to miss them at all. Hearing the praise from the immortals still makes me a little happy.

After all, she was his younger sister, a girl he had watched grow up, and one of his few remaining family members.

"Of course, besides that, it's also because of your own reasons that I'd like to talk to you about, and I wonder if you have any way to help us."

Margaret didn't hide the fact that she needed help; there's no need to hide such things anyway.

"What's wrong? Tell me, I can't guarantee I can help."

The Undead didn't rule out anything. Since Margaret's attitude was quite good, it was worth listening to their needs.

Margaret turned her gaze to the other side, to Miss Nightingale sitting in a wheelchair.

“Look at her.”

The Undead turned his head and looked at the woman who was talking to Shining and seemed to be dozing off.

"She's my friend, her Rhodes Island operator codename is Nightingale, you can call her that too."

Margaret continued.

"Nightingale suffered greatly from the war in the past. Because of her special Originium Arts, she was targeted by many people and forced to do many things she did not want to do. Her illness, including her inability to walk normally, is all because of those past experiences."

Margaret reached into the cabinet behind her and rummaged through it, all the while talking.

"Moreover, because of these illnesses, she has developed memory loss and lost many of her past memories. So far, she can only find some memories that she can face from fragments of her past memories."

Upon hearing Margaret's words, the Undead couldn't help but begin to carefully observe the woman named Nightingale.

Even the immortals have their own troubles when it comes to memory.

Although he had remembered many things, he knew that he must still have lost something, and this loss was related to the continent of Terra. The pain of losing memories was all too understandable to most.

"Yes, this is Nightingale's medical record, along with some comments from Dr. Kal'tsit. You can take a look."

The Undead looked at the form Margaret had placed on the table and waved his hand.

"Sorry, I don't know how to read medical records."

"Ah... I was being presumptuous."

Margaret paused for a moment, then put away the medical records on the table and locked them back in the cabinet.

"Of course, these are all old problems. During her time on Rhodes Island, Nightingale received help from Dr. Kal'tsit and the entire medical department. Her condition has improved slightly, and she is now able to communicate normally with others. However..."

Margaret paused for a moment, then looked back at Nightingale beside her.

“In the past, Liz… well, Nightingale, has never slept very well. According to her, she feels like she’s locked in a dark space in her dreams, with something constantly surrounding her. So she’s never been able to fall asleep easily, and even when she does, she wakes up quickly because of psychological discomfort.”

"Based on our speculation, this is a lingering effect of Nightingale's past. But recently, Nightingale has become extremely sleepy. She even falls asleep inexplicably during the day. Once she falls asleep, there is no way to wake her unless she wakes up on her own."

At this point, Shining lifted himself up from beside Nightingale and spoke to them.

"She's asleep."

"Fallen down again?"

Upon hearing this, Margaret couldn't sit still any longer. She got up, knelt down beside Nightingale, and checked on her condition.

The immortal also stood up and slowly walked behind Margaret, looking at the woman sitting in the wheelchair.

Nightingale was very thin, and her pure white dress forced her to appear healthier. But the paleness of her face and the slight frown on her brow proved that she was not in good health.

"That's it."

Shining could also hear the conversation between Margaret and the Undead next to her, and she turned to look at the Undead.

“Nightingales don’t usually sleep during the day, let alone while they are talking to people. And to sleep for several hours at a time is definitely not normal.”

What did she say herself?

Based on Margaret's description of the symptoms, the Undying Man likely has a mental problem.

But even mental health issues can be categorized into several types.

Some are disturbed by external factors, which forcibly pollute their mental thinking; others have suffered psychological trauma and are unwilling to face the past.

Nightingale's condition should be the latter, which is precisely the area where the Undead have no way to deal with it.

"Nightingale didn't say anything, only that she spent more time in the dark area and felt like many people were calling her name in her ear. But she didn't want to respond, but the voices kept calling to her, as if they wanted to drag her away and drown her."

Shining looked at Nightingale, who was sitting in a wheelchair, with a hint of pity.

The nightingale's beak opened and closed slightly, as if she were trying to say something. But her increasingly anxious and fearful expression proved that her sleep was not peaceful.

Margaret held Nightingale's hand tenderly, and Nightingale's hand unconsciously curled up.

Call my name?

The Undying Man thought back for a moment, and realized that these symptoms... seemed so familiar.

So the Undead stepped forward and came to Margaret's side.

"Get up and move aside."

"Do you have a clue? If not, don't try anything randomly."

Shining glanced at the Undead beside him and couldn't help but step forward, temporarily stopping the Undead from making a move.

She needed to ensure that Nightingale's condition would not be disturbed again. After all, she had already decided to accept Dr. Kal'tsit's help.

"Don't worry, there are no side effects. I'm just taking a look."

The Undead reached out and pushed aside the staff that Shining had placed in front of Nightingale, then raised his right hand.

A golden flame suddenly rose from his palm and burned silently.

The immortal reached out and grabbed the flame, scattering and crushing the entire ball of fire.

The flames, just like a physical object, were crushed into tiny sparks by the undead with a single hand.

He stretched out his right hand and opened his fist on the nightingale's head.

That spark was a flame that had already dissipated, yet it still possessed some of the powers that flames have.

Nothing is better than cleaning tools to deal with the darkness that arises from the depths of the human heart.

The moment the spark touched the nightingale, a small plume of black smoke billowed from the nightingale's body.

The black smoke automatically twisted away when it encountered the sparks, just like vampires avoiding sunlight.

But the dense sparks did not give it a chance. The black smoke boiled rapidly in the air as if it had hit a scalding hot oil pan, and then dissipated into the air.

Shining, standing nearby, stared in disbelief. As a healer, she couldn't comprehend such peculiar "Originium Arts."

But those who didn't die weren't in a good mood.

This was just a test, but unexpectedly it allowed him to grasp some key points.

"This is, the deepest abyss."

The Undead uttered words that were unfamiliar to both Shining and Margaret. They exchanged a glance, unsure how to ask.

"For now, there shouldn't be any problems."

The Undead glanced at Margaret and decided not to tell them what was going on for the time being.

After the black smoke left Nightingale's body, her condition calmed down.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

"It...it actually works!"

Shining was slightly shocked. She leaned closer and heard Nightingale's breathing, which was slow and long, indicating that she had fallen asleep peacefully and comfortably.

Margaret looked at the immortals, and although she couldn't understand the underlying principles, it didn't stop her from expressing her gratitude.

"Thank you so much!"

The Radiant Knight bowed slightly to the Undead, expressing his gratitude and respect without reservation.

"It's only temporary."

The Undead shook his head, looked at Nightingale sitting in her wheelchair, and said.

"The real problem still lies with her."

This is not alarmist.

As a physician, a nightingale should not be like this, and it is not an easy thing to cultivate profundity from a dark heart.

There must be other details to this story.

Either Margaret and The Shining don't know.

Or they knew, but didn't say anything.

Another possibility is that Nightingale didn't tell Margaret and The Shining.

Even the undead have seen very similar symptoms.

If someone knows about the magic related to the Deep, but does not approve of it and feels aversion to it...

This will give rise to a "worm" within her heart, which will tempt her to accept the depths of her inner world and significantly influence her psychological state.

Just like the nightingale, almost exactly the same.

Then the problem comes again.

If the Nightingale really became like this because of magic related to the Deep.