Elden Clergyman

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Melina was stunned for a moment, then after a moment's hesitation, she stretched out her hand.

Lord took it, held it, placed it in front of him, and brushed the back of the hand with his fingers.

Those were not a pair of delicate hands, and could even be said to be a bit ugly.

But this doesn't mean that Melina's hands are bad, but the back of her hands, which should have been very beautiful, are covered with large burn scars.

That was the wound left over from her last death, when her body was burned.

Lord had noticed it before, but he had deliberately ignored it in his conversations and rarely looked at it.

But after making the prosthesis for Letina, he suddenly had an idea.

Since he can make a set of soul prostheses for Letina, can he cure Melina's burns?

When he opened his mouth, he was prepared for Melina's resistance.

After all, in the past, he could notice that Melina would consciously hide the injuries on her hands, especially when talking to people other than him, she would basically not show her hands, which was why he chose not to mention it.

But just when he thought he still needed to explain, Melina simply stretched out her hand. Even after he held it and began to caress her, although he could feel the obvious stiffness, she did not pull away.

What does this mean?

Lord didn't know.

He only knew that this would make it easier for him to treat himself, and he didn't have to waste time explaining things.

Since it was a good thing, he didn't dwell on it and began to check Melina's little hand.

He didn't notice that the owner of the hand had turned his head away at some point.

There was some redness on the cheeks.

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Chapter 61: How can you sleep at your age?

Melina's little hands feel really good.

Although I am usually as stiff as a piece of wood and look dry, when I actually touch it, I will find that even the palm with uneven burn marks on it is very warm and soft.

And it was not the softness and warmth brought by the flesh, but her soul itself, which exuded a soft and warm atmosphere.

"I should be able to try to help you with those scars."

He went back and forth, inch by inch, carefully touching it several times. After roughly exploring the situation, Lord nodded.

"But it may take a little longer, the process is more meticulous, and it requires your cooperation."

Melina's expression returned to normal, she turned around and was silent for a while.

"...If it's too much trouble, forget it."

"No trouble, no trouble. It's a good opportunity for me to practice."

As he spoke, Lord condensed a ball of soul at his fingertips and began to gently apply it on the back of Melina's hand.

He painted very slowly and carefully, because this thing could not be completed simply by providing soul, but required a little bit of adjustment.

And because it was the first time he had done this, at least the first time in his memory, and it involved a change of soul, Lord had to be very careful to be on the safe side.

Melina fell silent as she watched Lord, who was holding her hand in front of her and carefully applying the soul paint on it bit by bit, trying to smooth out her 'scars'.

She could sense that this wasn't some simple, ordinary 'treatment'.

Because unlike physical trauma, spiritual trauma is more closely related to the spirit, and is not simply physical damage.

Especially the scar on her hand. As a spirit who was once a demigod, she can walk in the world as a spirit. In addition, Lord had been feeding her continuously. If it were an ordinary scar, there would be no trace left by now.

But until now, let alone eliminating it, even she herself doesn't want others to see it and has been trying to hide it, but the effect is very limited.

Because that is not just a simple scar, but a mark left by death.

It is not something that can be healed simply by supplying soul. To completely eliminate those scars, it requires not only the adjustment of the soul, but more importantly, the elimination of what is contained in the scars.

Otherwise, even if you adjust it many times, the scars will reappear.

Just like painful memories, they keep coming back to my mind.

What Lord is doing now is trying to touch those things and heal those traumas.

But he didn't have to do that.

With his strength, he could even ignore her thoughts and just rush in with brute force to wipe out everything.

Although the process may be rough and may cause some damage to her.

But it wouldn't be a fundamental injury. At most, she would just need to be given more souls to recover afterwards, and she could totally accept that.

But now, not only did he not try to use brute force to destroy those chaotic knots, even when he touched her, he was very gentle, requiring her to actively open her soul to cooperate, otherwise he could not enter.

“Why make it so complicated?”

She doesn't understand.

Lord said seriously without looking up.

"Because these are also part of you."

Melina was slightly startled.

he......

"Hey, don't move, and don't use too much force, you're getting stuck—"

The abnormality only lasted for a moment, and then it returned to normal, and compared to before, it seemed to be more open and more cooperative.

but......

Is this really a good thing?

Looking at Lord, who was standing in front of her with his head down, holding her hand, and carefully and meticulously helping her heal those wounds in a completely different manner from usual.

Melina opened her mouth, but after trying for a long time, no sound came out.

Reason told her that she should tell him to stop, she should pull her hand back, she should close her soul and not let him touch her anymore.

Even earlier, when the other party asked if he could see her hands, she had thought of a similar question.

But at that time, she thought about the other party's trust in her and the state of rejection she had always maintained, and looked at his concerned eyes.

Amidst the thorns of rejection, a gap finally appeared, and a hand with burn marks all over the back of its hand stretched out from it.

Then it was held tightly.

It can never be taken back.

Then, along with the soul coming from the other hand, they entangled with each other, pushing open the door of the painful past bit by bit.

The flames began to burn and the pain gradually intensified.

But this time, she was no longer alone, but holding another person's hand tightly.

It was a warm palm, but not hot. The warmth from it not only did not add fuel to the fire, but instead seemed to assimilate the flames in her body, making them no longer hot and painful.

Then, she felt the warmth in her hands and looked at the flames burning in front of her.

She didn't know why, but as if by instinct, she slowly raised her hand.

Then, he grasped the flame.

Although it was only a slight feeling, for the first time since her rebirth, she faced the pain and death she had experienced in the past and held them in her own hands.

Then, the flames turned into black and white flames.

There is also a hint of bright red in it.

That is a destined death.

Her destined death.

Then she came to her senses.

I opened my eyes and felt warmth on my hands.

But instead of burning flames, it was Lord's face.

He held her hand, lowered his head, and fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

Her palm was resting on the side of his face, stroking it gently.

As if soothing some restless soul.

......

"Hehe~, I'm getting jealous, Lord Ashes."

Holding the hand of the person in her arms, the woman wearing an eye mask hummed softly a few times.

"forgive me......"

The person in her arms was mumbling in a half-asleep state, and his tone sounded somewhat helpless.

"Kidding."

She lowered her head, held his hand with one hand, held him in her arms with the other, looked at the sleeping face in her arms, and said seriously.

"I just hope you can find your own happiness, no matter who gives it to you."

The person in her arms was about to say something when she spoke again, her tone soft.

"Besides, this isn't the first time you've done something like this, is it?"

The person in his arms paused, and after a brief thought, he felt that it would be better to pretend to be asleep on this topic.

She smiled softly, seeming to find the other person's reaction amusing.

The purple figure on the side looked over, somewhat puzzled.

"Did something happen?"

"No."

The woman wearing an eyepatch shook her head and spoke softly.

"Nothing."

What could he have? Those fleeting moments of comfort, the things that kept him going.

In the end, all of them became burdens on my body and thorns around my heart.

It's not anyone's fault, just like birth, old age, sickness and death, it's just the natural law, but some people refuse to accept it.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

She asked, gently stroking the face of the person pretending to sleep in her arms and looking at the flame that was burning quietly in the distance, which was a little bigger than before.

The person pretending to be asleep did not answer, perhaps because he did not know how to answer, or perhaps because he was too tired to answer.

Or maybe, he was just very simple and wanted to stay with her for a while longer.

After a moment, as if noticing something, a purple figure on the side came over and sat beside him.

Seeing her coming, the woman with the blindfold generously gave her one of Lord's hands.

Then the two of them each took a hand and quietly soothed the restless soul.

I don’t know how long it took.

Accompanied by long breaths.

The person who was pretending to be asleep finally fell asleep.

......

Lord opened his eyes.

But this time, it was not the familiar gold, but a hint of brown.

"you're awake?"