Caesar XIII, who was far away in Moro, immediately sent a high-ranking mage to use teleportation to bring Gregory back.

“...... It's not like there's anything wrong with your body!"

After a detailed examination and a few experiments with magic spells, Bishop Griff sighed and whispered to Gregory, who was lying on the bed unable to move, "It's that some parts of your soul are missing, and there is nothing wrong with your limbs, it's just that your soul can't control your body. ”

"Really......"

Despite his early speculations, Grigory couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he really learned the result.

"Thank you, Bishop Grieve," Grigory said, closing his eyes, "I want to be alone ......"

The bishop of the Glorious Church shook his head and sighed when he saw Gregory's gesture, and then turned and led the people out of the room.

Now that Gregory is housed in the Church of the Radiant, he now needs better care, and in the meantime, the clergy of the Church of the Radiance can discuss how to treat him.

This was the request of His Majesty the Emperor, and although the Emperor would not be too difficult for them even if they could not do anything about it, the reward of 'healing Gregory' was something they could not refuse—if they could cure Gregory, the Emperor would set aside another fertile land for the Church of Radiance in a viscounty, on which they could grow more crops.

But on the bright side, that territory has to belong to the royal family.

The bishops of the Radiant Church were not ignorant, and they knew very well that even Caesar XIII had to make some compromises and concessions to the old nobles, and this kind of thing was understandable.

It was difficult for them to refuse this reward, so they would do everything in their power to treat Gregory.

After Bishop Griff led the men away, Grigory lay quietly on his bed alone, his mind chaotic.

He had imagined death, and he had imagined disability, neither of which was an unacceptable outcome for him.

After death, as an ordinary person, if His Majesty the Emperor was willing to spend a lot of money for him, then he could easily be resurrected, and the disability was even more so, so he didn't worry about these problems at all.

But now, he suddenly realized that he also felt 'scared'!

From Bishop Griff's words, he was able to tell that his problem was not a simple mutilation, but the loss of a large piece of his 'soul', which caused him to be unable to control his limbs.

It's not the nerves that have a problem, it's not the muscles that have a problem, it's the most mysterious soul that has a problem!

The mages had not studied souls - although it was not known if the arcanists of the Arcane Empire had studied, the mages of the Ogordon Empire did not.

The Ogordon Empire forbade the study of magic alone, and even if it did, it had to be studied under the supervision of others, so that things could not get out of their control.

So Grigory knew very well that he might really be crippled this time.

His brain is still active, and he can still contribute to the Empire, but he can't guarantee that in the future, he won't become like his uncle, who drank heavily all day because of his mutilated limbs, and couldn't live in fear.

Gregory was born into a traditional knightly family, his father was a knight, and his uncle was also a knight, but in a battle, his uncle unfortunately fell off his horse, delayed treatment, and finally left him disabled for half his life.

Because of his disability, he became an alcoholic, short-tempered, pitiful and pathetic, and finally hanged himself at home.

Without his uncle's influence, Gregory might have become a brave knight instead of staying at home and fiddling with all that 'broken metal'.

Having seen the moodiness of people with disabilities, and often making them feel insulted by other people's extra glances, Gregory was not sure that he would be like that in the future.

And, what about those extra memories in his head now......

"Gregory!"

Bang!

The door slammed open, and Calvin's roar echoed through the hallway.

A nun stood at a loss, trying to reach for a pull, but Calvin had already entered the room in a rage.

Alyssa Ken smiled apologetically at the nun, then silently followed Calvin into the room, closing the door as well.

"I've heard!"

Walking quickly to Gregory's bedside, Calvin looked down at his only friend and rival, gritted his teeth, and said, "Are you disabled?"

"Yes, that's why I said to Bishop Griff, 'I need to be alone for a while!'" Gregory opened his eyes angrily and glared angrily.

Calvin's lips pursed, condescendingly, and he looked at Gregory coldly.

"So, do you want to keep doing it after that?" Calvin's tone softened a little as he asked.

Alisa Ken, who was standing quietly behind Calvin, was a little hard to imagine that this person was her seemingly prodigal, but actually tenacious fiancé?

"I had everything in place before you came in!" said Grigory, struggling to sit up from the bed.

After sitting up, Grigory gritted his teeth and said, "Remember the plan I mentioned?"

"What ......"

His mind raced through his mind, and Calvin quickly remembered what Gregory was trying to say.

Suddenly, the corners of Calvin's eyes twitched, and a sentence was squeezed out from between his teeth: "Are you crazy?!"

"Do you know what you're like now? not a crippled body, not a nervous necrosis, but a missing soul - that is, you've forgotten how to control your limbs, and you'll never learn!"

Calvin was furious, because when Gregory proposed the crazy plan, he had strenuously opposed it, so it did not appear in the eyes of Caesar XIII until the day it was abandoned.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Grigory said coldly: "I have no other way, the sores on my soul cannot be repaired even by the gods, unless I perform an evil ritual to sew the limbs of other souls to my soul, and the soul matching rate must also meet the standard, otherwise my soul cannot be repaired at all - I know this!"

Hearing this, Calvin was slightly stunned, "How do you know this......"

Gregory's eyes flickered, and he whispered: "Although I don't really want to admit it, after that mind snatcher 'blew himself up', some 'other memories' appeared in my mind! At that moment, I also got a glimpse of what the so-called 'great evil' was......

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?"

Calvin's eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "You're not Gregory?"

"I'm Gregory!" Gregory roared angrily, then gasped for breath before gritting his teeth, "but some memories come to my head that don't belong to me......"

Calvin's brow furrowed, and he silently re-looked at Gregory.

He had the impression that Grigory was not an irritable man, and that he was able to remain calm even when faced with danger alone, otherwise he would not have come up with a plan to risk himself as a decoy in the first place.

But now, the person in front of him is not acting like this!

The room fell silent for a moment, and Alyssa Ken, who had watched all this, was a little surprised, she had no idea what was happening.

Gregory also frowned, and the memories that popped up in his mind had a big impact on him.

Those memories were like he had experienced them himself, but he could remember them clearly, they weren't his memories!

“...... Wheelchair, did you bring it?"

In the end, it was the Gregorian interest rate that broke the silence first.

Calvin was taken aback, but then laughed unexpectedly, "Of course I brought it!"

Grigory took a few breaths and finally regained his composure.

"Take me to the Eternal Day Palace, I have important information to report to Your Majesty!"

He finally remembered why he hadn't spoken out about this urgent information in the presence of Bishop Griff - he believed that Calvin would definitely come, and that this urgent information could not be known to anyone else, otherwise the empire would be in danger! (https:)

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