Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 467 - 82: The Most Dangerous Stage

On Fire Island, Eleanor looked at her scar-covered hands and silently clenched her teeth.

She bound the longsword to her hand with a cloth strip and continued to focus her thoughts swinging the sword.

"Damn... why..." The sword-swinging right arm had gone numb again, and she could only switch the sword to her left arm, struggling to concentrate her will, "It’s almost been a year... still can’t..."

Still couldn’t learn the Extraordinary Swordsmanship?

Such intermittent thoughts flashed through her mind, which was exhausted to the limit, and then her legs suddenly gave way, and she fell to the ground on her side. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

In her last blurred vision, she saw Nora running towards her.

On the second floor of the manor.

After treating Eleanor who lay in bed, Nora sighed deeply and closed the door as she left the room.

"How is she?" Aske asked.

"She’s overextended both physically and mentally," Nora said, "She needs some time to recover."

"Aske..." She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can Eleanor truly learn the Unyielding Holy Sword?"

"I don’t know," Aske replied. "No one can be sure of learning any kind of Extraordinary Swordsmanship."

"She’s putting too much pressure on herself right now," Nora sighed, "If she can’t learn it, can we convince her to give it up?"

"Her ’Will’ ability has a natural resistance to the effects of ’Mind’ ability," Aske understood her implication, "Besides, I don’t think her current obstinacy is something that a suggestion or Thought Implant can solve."

"Indeed," Nora just mentioned it casually and since Aske had dismissed it, she didn’t dwell on the idea.

"Her main problem is the huge gap between ideals and reality," Aske analyzed, "She has witnessed the pain this war has brought and wants to stop it prematurely, yet she doesn’t have the ability to do so, therefore, she places this unrealistic hope on learning the Unyielding Holy Sword."

"Eleanor has always been like this, idealizing things and then obsessively pursuing them," Nora knew all too well that the war between the Empire and the Church Court wasn’t something that could be easily resolved.

The two of them leaned against the railing on the second floor, silently pondering for a while.

"I’m leaving," Nora waved her hand, "Call me when Eleanor wakes up."

"What are you going to do?"

"Plant flowers," Nora said, "Got some new seeds."

"Isn’t the garden on the east side of the manor already full?" Aske asked casually.

"Yeah, this time I plan to plant them in the woods below the hill," Nora replied.

Not long after Nora left, another girl came to the second floor, interrupting Aske’s thoughts.

"Medea?" Aske nodded.

"Talk about Eleanor?" Medea came beside him, leaning her arms on the railing.

"Were you always this type to care about your companions?" Aske said with a smile.

"No, I’m not," Medea unexpectedly denied bluntly, "I just came to remind you."

"Nora’s assessment is overly idealized, she has too high expectations from her close friend and fails to see the problems that exist. In fact, Eleanor is currently in a dangerous phase, both for herself and for our team."

"Uh, I believe you’re not one to sensationalize things." Aske said with a bitter smile, "Go on."

"Do you think, in our team, who is most likely to be the first to leave?" Medea suddenly asked.

This question made Aske scratch his head. After a long period of contemplation, he sighed helplessly:

"It’s Eleanor."

"Hmm," Medea did not deny, "Mia and Miel, these two young girls are indecisive and quite comfortable with their current lives, very dependent on you."

"Nora and Peggy, as long as their interest in you does not wane, are also unlikely to leave easily."

"Sigrdrifa and Thira, they stay in the team to gain power. They might have a tendency to leave in the long run, but for now, as long as you can crush them with your strength, there’s probably no need to worry."

"It’s only Eleanor. Apart from her desire to grow, she herself has very complex ideals: whether it’s winning her father’s approval, inheriting and revitalizing the Weisbach Family, or stopping wars to save people, these ridiculous and naive wishes are, in a sense, somewhat contradictory to the career of a mercenary."

"And as she gains more experience, she will gradually realize that mere increase in strength cannot achieve her ideals. So what will she choose to do?"

"I understand your point," Aske said, "but our team isn’t some pyramid scheme. If one day she really wants to leave, of course I’ll respect her wishes."

"That sounds a bit insincere, my dear Squad Leader," Medea poked his chest and chuckled, "You took her from an ordinary girl and carefully nurtured her to this level of strength, using up so much of the team’s resources, and how much effort have you personally put in? Can you really let go just like that?"

"What else can I do if I can’t let go?" Aske said with a sigh, "Even I can’t stay here forever."

Medea’s smile remained on her face, but a shadow had quietly emerged from her eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke softly:

"Even so, if she really jumps out to stop this war, wouldn’t that directly place our team in opposition to the Emperor?"

"If that’s what you’re worried about," Aske became silent as well, "I trust she won’t do something that makes things difficult for everyone."

"Is that so?" Medea said with a sneer, "Only at times like this, your emotional intelligence is unexpectedly high."

"Is my emotional intelligence usually very low?" Aske couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Terribly low, like a piece of wood," Medea giggled, "By the way, what did you come to see me for?"

"Um, Marquina has sent over the ’Desire IV’ Magic Potion," Aske said.

"So soon?" Medea said in surprise, "Wasn’t it agreed that we would only get it after finding the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Maybe it’s because they want to increase our strength," Aske said dismissively, "Don’t worry too much about it, it’s beneficial and harmless to us."

"Hmm hmm," Medea nodded and read Aske’s mind, realizing he wasn’t lying, and then shrugged, "Bring it here."

"Don’t rush, let’s go find Nora first."

The two went downstairs.

In the bedroom, Eleanor sat all alone on the bed, her face still a little pale from exhaustion.

She had heard the conversation outside the door loud and clear. Eleanor even had a subtle premonition that Medea had already known she was awake, and the conversation with Aske was intended for her to hear.

So you’re also worried about me leaving the team?

Oh, Squad Leader...

A strand of golden hair fell beside her cheek as Eleanor looked down at her hands, which had just healed from scars, and quietly closed her eyes.

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