Because in his previous life he had only skimmed the plot at the beginning of the novel, Rekulai did not know much about the story. That did not mean he was unfamiliar with or did not know the character Rekulai Katrana.
The plot mentioned that when Rekulai appeared, he was alone, and it did not mention any extra family members.
‘In the original plot, I should not have an older sister. Or is there some other patch later?’
Temporarily not understanding the situation, Rekulai gave up thinking and turned to studying the healing magic he had been researching.
‘If healing magic is used as an enhancement spell, would it make the body a bit stronger?’
Light purple magical power gathered in his hand. Rekulai tried mixing in the magical power he had repeatedly tempered. This kind of magical power had far higher precision than normal magical power. Similarly, when using the same spell, the consumption of this magical power was much less than normal magical power, but it placed high demands on the user’s control.
But this was the result of Rekulai’s repeated refinement, so there was no question of him being unable to control it.
Looking out the window, it was deep winter. It seemed winter had arrived, and the servants in the house were busier than usual. They paid no attention to Rekulai Katrana, who was standing outside the young lady’s room.
“Clatter.“
Just then, the sound of something shattering came from the room. It came from Claire’s room…
“Sister…”
“Sister?”
“Sister!” Outside the room, Rekulai sensed the girl’s pained groans. He wondered, puzzled, if she had fallen. It did not seem like it. Something was wrong. He pushed open the door. A red carpet covered the entire hall, but now it looked like a frozen sea of blood.
Claire lay in the center of the carpet. Her black hair spilled out like ink, spreading long and almost blending into the red carpet. She wore a white nightgown, its hem wide and elaborate, lace and folds layered over one another like a crumpled white rose.
But at this moment, this rose was withering.
The girl’s eyes were tightly shut, her brows drawn together as if even in unconsciousness she was enduring some unspeakable torment. An unnatural flush spread across her pale cheeks, and fine cold sweat seeped from her temples, sliding down her hairline and soaking the red carpet beneath her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing rapid and disordered, each inhale seeming to use all her strength.
Her slender fingers were curled, nails digging deep into her palms, knuckles white from exertion. Her body occasionally twitched uncontrollably, like a bird bound by invisible chains, struggling desperately in a dream but unable to break free.
She seemed to have contracted some severe illness, or to be eroded by some invisible force. That pain did not travel on the surface; it seeped from her bones, carved into every nerve and every heartbeat.
Rekulai touched his sister’s forehead and found it very hot. “It should not be a fever. Her body is not this fragile.”
He gently carried the girl to the bed. The purple light in his pupils spread like ink across both pupils.
Spirit Vision activated.
He noticed that within his sister’s golden magical power, a red-black flame was burning from the root. He quickly turned Claire’s body over, then slowly removed the straps of the girl’s nightgown, and looked gravely at the mysterious and complex brand that had appeared on Claire’s back.
On the brand, faintly visible were fleshy tumors continuously extending outward, emitting a pungent sour stench.
“Demon Death Curse? How could…”
This was the first time Rekulai had seen a brand with this pattern, but based on the symptoms, he vaguely recalled the plot of that novel. It had been seven years since then, and the images in his memory were growing blurrier. He even often suspected that he had not transmigrated into the world of the novel, but had merely been reborn into a world with similar settings.
The Demon Death Curse was an almost incurable terminal illness in the novel. Its final outcome was becoming a monster covered in swollen tumors and losing one’s sense of self until death.
It was regarded by many religious orders as a demon that had crawled back from hell, an utterly evil existence, or else the offspring of an evil god.
The final outcome was nothing else: waiting to be punished by the great religious orders, burned alive to be purified.
So that was why in the original work Rekulai’s older sister had never appeared. She had most likely contracted the Demon Death Curse and been secretly disposed of. As for his parents, perhaps they had been implicated by his sister’s Demon Death Curse and were also purged by the church.
Only Rekulai, who was then only seven years old, was left behind. Later, he was bewitched by cultists and embarked on a road of no return.
Thinking about it this way, it made a little more sense.
However, being able to manage the Viscount family’s estate alone meant he was somewhat of a figure.
“Let me try to save her.”
Even though it was a terminal illness, Rekulai had no reason not to try. Since he had come across it, he had to use his real skills.
“Let me try using the healing magic I researched to analyze her magical power.”
“Then let it adapt, and treat it.”
“……”
“No, doing that might cause magical power disorder and risk death. As expected, everyone’s body structure is different.”
“…..”
After some struggle, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down Rekulai’s forehead. He knelt on one knee on his sister’s princess bed, hands trembling as he pressed them to his sister’s back. Purple light gathered from his palms. At first it was only a weak point of light, like a candle in the wind, flickering unsteadily. He gritted his teeth and poured the vast magical power within him into it all at once.
The light gradually brightened, and a purple radiance enveloped his sister’s pale face. But the next second, the light suddenly wavered, flickering bright and dim as if it might go out at any moment.
Rekulai’s expression changed. He felt a mysterious force preventing him from doing this, like a pitch-black vortex constantly devouring his magical power.
‘There is a reaction. Hold on a little longer.’
He had a plan in mind and continued to press the remaining magical power into it. The purple light surged sharply and finally stabilized. The light poured into his sister’s body like a tide, and wherever it passed, the darkness eroding her was pushed back and dispersed bit by bit.
Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Her rapid breathing became steady, color returned to her pale cheeks, and her curled fingers slowly loosened. Beneath the unfastened nightgown, on that fair back, the originally dark-red mysterious brand also gradually faded, as if it had never existed.
Rekulai stepped back a few steps, then walked forward again and rearranged his sister’s clothes, revealing a faint smile.
“Sweet dreams.”
Finally, he walked out of Claire’s room step by step.
…….
“Rekulai, I’m back.”
Two years passed. I was still the useless background character in the house, while my sister was the dazzling pearl in the palm. It was just that today, my sister seemed a little different after coming back from outside…
The key point is, where was she different?
She was much more energetic and radiant than usual.
“Oh, you’re here.”
“I went to the Royal Capital’s Secret Realm!”
“Oh.”
“I formed a contract with a sword!”
“Oh.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Oh…”
“Oh, you big-headed ghost!”
Smack. Rekulai only felt the world spinning from the unguarded blow. His mother screamed, his father looked as if it was only natural, and blood splattered across the manor’s dining room.
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