Melusina, had lost the will to fight.

She no longer picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, just slumped there, silently shedding tears.

Seeing Melusina like this, the smile on Pasival’s face disappeared, replaced by an indescribable sorrow.

He remembers, the last time he saw Melusina cry like this was when he resolved to save her.

He hadn’t expected that after all this time, he not only failed to save her but caused her to shed tears once more.

At this moment, Pasival deeply despised himself, loathing his own incompetence.

But he did not choose to approach her at this time; instead, he turned silently and walked away.

"Do me a favor and take me to the royal city, Reiger."

Pasival came to Reiger’s side and made his request.

"Are you sure?" Reiger glanced at Pasival and said, "Are you really planning to just leave her there like that?"

"It’s the most appropriate thing to do." Pasival showed a slightly sad smile and said, "We denied everything about her, denied what she held most important and valued the most. No matter what we do now, we can’t rid her of the grief in her heart."

"So, for now, just let it be."

"And besides..."

Pasival’s grip on his gun tightened little by little, and the sadness on his face turned into determination and calmness.

"We also have no time left."

Pasival’s eyes became sharper as he moved his gaze toward Camelot.

There, an astonishing surge of Magic Power was erupting, and faintly, a deafening rumble could be heard.

Thick smoke was rising from Camelot, and judging by its direction, it seemed to be in the royal city.

Obviously, Altoria and the others had officially engaged Morgan.

"Has it started over there too?"

Reiger naturally paid close attention to the situation over there, and seeing that the battle had begun, he suddenly had no heart to be concerned with anything else.

So Reiger reached out, placing his hand on Pasival’s shoulder.

"Buzz!"

A gentle yet immense spell power suddenly coursed through Reiger’s hand, pouring into Pasival’s body.

With the infusion of this spell power, Pasival was surprised to find that his weak body was quickly regaining strength, even the burden he had been enduring due to the reversed Holy Spear was greatly reduced.

"This, what is this...?"

Pasival looked at Reiger with great astonishment.

"Don’t look at me like that, it’s only treating the symptoms, not the root cause." Reiger shook his head and said, "I can only help heal your physical injuries and the burden you bear. I can’t restore the lifespan you’ve already lost."

The healing effect of the reverse method was excellent; it could even regrow a severed limb instantly and quickly heal brain damage. But the lifespan Pasival lost was not within the range the reverse method could heal.

Not only could the reverse method not restore lost lifespan, but Reiger’s mastered recovery Magic, Healing Magic, and other spells also couldn’t restore lifespan. Otherwise, Reiger could make anyone immortal.

[Wishing Upon a Star] could achieve such a thing, but truth be told, Reiger and Pasival weren’t close enough for him to go that far for him.

Therefore, Reiger opted for an alternative approach.

"Clap!"

The hand on Pasival’s shoulder, at some point, reached out again, gripping the Holy Spear in Pasival’s hand.

"[Path of the Wicked Stairstep Removal]."

Reiger activated the Angel’s method, allowing a softer, divinely pure white light to emanate from his palm, infusing Pasival’s Holy Spear.

"Buzz buzz buzz...!"

The Holy Spear immediately started to tremble, as if struggling.

However, Reiger firmly gripped the Holy Spear, his expression incredibly calm, as if the spear’s struggle was nothing to him.

The chosen spear, this Holy Spear from the Inner Sea of the Star was indeed powerful.

Unfortunately, Reiger was stronger than it.

And so, the purifying light against evil continued to surge into the Holy Spear, causing it to gradually cease its trembling.

Pasival was even more astonished.

Because he sensed that, as Reiger infused that divinely pure energy into the Holy Spear, the spear seemed different from before.

The Holy Spear was always sacred, but due to the reversed nature, while holding it, Pasival would occasionally feel a heavy, dark, and profound sensation.

Now, this heavy dark sensation seemed to be disappearing, leaving only pure sanctity.

"Reiger! Did you...?!"

Seemingly realizing something, Pasival’s gaze towards Reiger widened.

Only then did Reiger release his grip, maintaining his calm demeanor.

"Yes, I purified the nature of the Holy Spear, reversing the overturned nature back." Reiger looked at Pasival and said, "This way, when you use the spear’s power again, you won’t have to expend your precious lifespan anymore."

"But I must remind you, even so, using the Holy Spear’s power is still a significant burden for you."

"You are ultimately human, not a fairy, nor a heroic spirit; no matter the specialized training, nor being stronger than ordinary human history’s humans, you have yet to reach a non-human level."

"Most of your strength comes from the Holy Spear; even if the spear is no longer reversed, unleashing its power still puts considerable strain on you."

Reiger shrugged, saying.

"Of course, this will only make you weaker without consuming your life."

Upon hearing this, Pasival spoke with slight excitement.