Chapter 38

The golden thread was a mysterious material, both tangible and intangible.

I had left my needles and knitting needles with someone... so I didn't have them on hand. I should prepare a portable sewing kit for dresses next time.

But the properties of the golden thread allowed it to work with needles and knitting needles made by solidifying magic.

In a sense, the golden thread was also a crystal of Aria's ultra-high concentration of magic.

It was on a different level from the simple magic I had solidified, which is why it seemed to have a tangible form.

Then I realized.

A, a,

The missing element for repairing the tapestry!

I understood that this was it.

An ultra-high concentration of magical thread

It was also used in Stroll's armor.

It really was at the level of a spider.

And something else...

"Can the tapestry, be healed, with this?"

"The cursed arm must be cut off, so the power of a high-ranking wind spirit is also necessary."

Cut off

I had only been thinking about healing, so it was a blind spot.

I see, gloves won't do anymore... I need to reconstruct the arm itself.

And at the same time as the spirit, I need to cut off the dirty parts of the tapestry and reconnect the threads.

Like when Hania and the spirit worked on the dress corrections simultaneously.

Clearly, this is much more difficult than that.

Well, it won't be so easy to repair it...

"To handle the severed arm, a high-ranking fire spirit... is present."

"Hania's?"

"Because she is connected to a high-ranking spirit of abundance, she should be able to use purifying flames."

Oh, green spirits aren't just spirits of plants?

And as expected, human-sized spirits are high-ranking spirits?

...I rarely see them.

Moreover, I can't even identify the wind spirit.

"What color is the wind spirit?"

"Oh, you haven't seen one?"

Aria raised her finger.

"Basically, they are transparent."

Hmm, I've never seen that.

"In very strong winds, you might see glass-like children or those with a strong wind attribute mixed in."

I hardly ever go out, and even in the town near Lord Rodan's mansion, supply carts would pick me up and drop me off...

I've felt a gentle breeze, but I've never experienced strong winds in this life.

Come to think of it, most spirits are translucent, but there were some with a strong translucent feel.

Could those be the ones mixed with the wind attribute?

"Another option is a high-ranking wind magic sword from the dungeon. That might be easier to find."

Ah, that's outside my jurisdiction.

In the boss room, Arjitt and the others were severing her... head.

The room had somehow been dyed black with hair.

There was one black figure in the room.

Arjitt gasped.

"Restlana?"

Even with a different color, the figure and expression were unmistakable.

"Indeed, the magical essence was brought from that curse," the old butler Wells muttered, but Mima took action.

"It's the curse Yu spread!"

Amnart sighed.

"Wow, her features are unmistakable... even as a monster, she's more beautiful than ugly, isn't she?"

Hania, the only member who had never met Restlana, tilted her head and muttered.

To Hania, Restlana was an unforgivable existence for trying to harm Amnart.

Was it because of that bias?

"At first, she was a listless person..."

"Indeed."

Stroll nodded at Mima's words and recalled.

"The attendant maid was no good... If she had a proper maid as an ally before meeting Lord Arjitt, she might not have become such a person... but it's too late now."

While muttering, he sheathed and drew his sword unconsciously... the legendary hilt from which Yu had taught him, and a flame burst forth, forming a sword.

He leaped up to the ceiling and cut down the monster, which still had the features of the former queen, with a stiff and eerie laugh.

"Haa!"

The knight jumped into the embrace of the figure, who looked up, and severed the head.

The hair, cut off with the head, writhed like snakes and spread throughout the room.

"Ugh, gah!"

The knight, pushed against the wall by the hair, gasped for breath but swung his sword to cut through the approaching hair.

Stroll's flaming sword pierced the headless body... and it turned to ash with a dull sound.

"What?"

"Stroll, the head!"

The writhing hair picked up the severed head and carried it away.

[Arj, Arjitt-sama]

A voice echoed.

A creepy, cracked, nauseating, sweet,

woman's voice.

The voice of Restlana, the former queen and Arjitt's second wife.