True Immortal Heart-Chapter 46: Persuading Lysandra

Although Lysandra’s rational mind told her that Dusk’s words were nothing but fantasy, a part of her still wanted to believe.

When a person harbors a strong desire for something, even the slightest hint of hope inspires them to believe wholeheartedly.

"Do you have any way to prove it?" she asked.

Even though she wanted to trust him, it was not something she could do so easily. Her reasoning wouldn’t allow such recklessness.

’Proof? Mere words won’t be convincing enough. I’m not sure she’s as resolute as Viper. Then again, I guess I’m lucky—thanks to the system delaying my reward and nearly getting me killed, I ran into her. And because of it, I might just have a chance to show her that this new era truly brings forth the miraculous.’

Dusk pondered silently, realizing that perhaps his luck wasn’t so bad after all—just worse than his previous life.

Seeing him lost in thought for quite some time, she finally spoke up.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He was instantly yanked from his train of thought. He had gotten so absorbed that he completely forgot someone was still waiting on his answer.

"Sorry, I was thinking of a way to prove to you that the new era has already begun. Turns out, I’ve just come up with something. It’s guaranteed to be absolutely convincing—seeing is believing, no tricks, one hundred percent real," he said.

Lysandra was momentarily stunned. She had expected him to give some vague explanation, not actual evidence.

If what she saw and heard was undeniably true, then wouldn’t that mean... she could truly remain the most beautiful woman forever?

Just the thought alone sent a wave of excitement surging through her chest like a blazing fire.

"That would be wonderful. So, how exactly do you plan to prove it?" she asked.

Though she was visibly thrilled, her graceful demeanor remained intact. After all, it wasn’t as overwhelming as the initial moment she first heard such shocking news.

"Take a good look at me. Do I look severely injured to you? Do you think someone like me could possibly recover to my original condition?" Dusk asked.

She thought for a moment. She wasn’t a doctor, so she didn’t really know the specifics. But judging by his bruised face and the clearly broken bones, she felt there was no way anyone could recover from that naturally.

"I may not be an expert in this area, but I’d say no. Are you saying you can actually recover from this?" She asked, curiosity lighting up her voice.

If it were true, then calling it a miracle of medicine wouldn’t be an exaggeration in the slightest.

"I can not only recover without any doctor, but I can do it in an incredibly short amount of time," Dusk replied, full of confidence.

Lysandra didn’t understand where that confidence came from, but at the same time, she found herself intrigued—it was certainly worth waiting to see the result.

"Do you have an exact estimate of how long it’ll take?" she asked.

After all, "a short amount of time" could mean anything—an hour, a day, or even a week. People’s sense of time varied greatly.

"I’ll be fully recovered by tonight. I’m not sure about the exact hour, but definitely before the first light of dawn tomorrow," Dusk said after thinking for a moment.

After all, he wasn’t carrying a watch, and last night he had no idea what time it was when he’d been beaten to the brink of death.

"That fast? You’re not messing with me, are you?" she said in astonishment.

Healing broken bones in less than a day? That sounded utterly absurd. Even without much medical knowledge, it was hard to believe.

But the look in his eyes—steady, unwavering—was filled with so much certainty that it seemed to say he was someone you could trust, one hundred percent.

"True or not, we’ll know soon enough, won’t we? It’s just one day. Don’t tell me you can’t wait that long," Dusk said with a smile.

Lysandra nodded at his words. One day really wasn’t that long. It’s not like she was some head of state with every minute scheduled and accounted for.

Suddenly, her thoughts drifted to the two people closest to her: her grandfather and her father.

Her grandfather was old now—perhaps the knowledge Dusk possessed could help him live even longer.

And her father, too, was someone important to her. If there truly was new knowledge, new miracles out there, she wanted him to know about them as well.

"Can I bring two more people to see as well? Don’t worry, they’re people I can absolutely trust," Lysandra said.

After all, Dusk was a wanted man. She didn’t want any unexpected visitors to cause conflict or put him in danger.

"No problem at all. I believe that anyone you trust must have impeccable character. But—who are they, exactly?" He asked with a light smile.

Of course, he wouldn’t refuse. The last thing he wanted was to leave a bad impression on her. On top of that, he didn’t want too much distance between them—it would make it easier to pull her into the Great Love Guild later on.

"They’re my father and grandfather. Both of them hold significant power within the Veilrose family. Have you ever heard of Caelan Veilrose and Tharion Veilrose? I think they’re fairly well-known businessmen," she said.

’Huh? A buy-one-get-one deal? Wait—no, it’s a buy-one-get-two bonus? Originally, I just wanted to connect with her as a way into the family, but now they’re coming to me themselves? This couldn’t be better.’

The surprise guests left Dusk quite pleased. He smiled and gave a polite nod to show his enthusiasm.

"To think they would be none other than the esteemed elders themselves. It would be my honor to meet such talented and virtuous businessmen," Dusk said, offering a generous compliment.

Did he actually know who they were? Of course not.

If you asked him about future powerhouses and martial legends, maybe he could tell you. But businessmen? That was a total blind spot.

He was simply putting on a knowledgeable act—just enough to throw in a few well-placed praises and earn some goodwill.

"Great, I’ll go call them right now. My grandfather’s retired, so he has plenty of free time. But my father is still very busy—I’ll have to coordinate a bit to make it work," Lysandra said.

She was just about to make the call when the doorbell suddenly rang, halting her movement.

Seeing another opportunity to score some favor, Dusk gritted his teeth and stood up despite his still-injured body.

"Let me get that. You’ve already helped me so much—this is the least I can do for you," he said, wincing as he moved.