Until the clock struck midnight, no one else entered Flora’s room.
Whether this would become the norm in her life going forward, she didn’t know, but the unusual silence gave Flora, who was tossing and turning on the bed, waiting for the agreed time of two in the morning to take action, a feeling like the calm before a storm.
Quite unsettling.
She repeatedly took deep breaths, trying her best to remain calm.
Since she had chosen to cooperate, she would trust fully—no matter what, she’d see it through to the end.
After all, the situation was already bad enough.
Even if she got deceived, taking action was better than doing nothing and falling into an even worse predicament.
Flora’s fundamental reasoning for trusting Rinko was this kind of nothing-left-to-lose mentality.
In truth, she could have been more cautious.
But a drowning person’s trust in a lifeline was blind.
Moreover, she was a corpse brought back to life—there simply was no choice for her.
Aside from Rinko, the only other person she could seek help from was Elka, but if she did that, the mental toll would clearly be worse than trusting a maid she had only just met.
【I wonder how Elka is doing now. Even if I refused her help, would Moliyaer still have found out and refused to let her go?】
For example, now, as she anxiously awaited the time to take action, Moliyaer’s words made her worry about the situation of that elven mage.
An uncontrollable thought popped into her mind—
Maybe she could take this chance to find Elka and check on her condition?
In her subconscious, tearing away the identity of former partner, Elka’s position was similar to Rinko’s—more than a stranger, but not quite a friend.
And since her current body had been magically reconstructed under Elka’s control, with this elf’s magic still lingering inside her, Flora felt a physiological kind of ambiguous affection for Elka, similar to a child’s feelings for their mother.
Because of this, she also didn’t want this elf to get into trouble because of her.
But reason told her that if she actually went to see Elka, it would definitely be a trap set by Moliyaer, so choosing not to care was the best course of action.
【Let it be then.】
After much inner struggle, Flora persuaded herself and shifted her focus to dismantling the supervisory magic that controlled her.
She didn’t boast to Rinko, but even as just a healer who could use some basic magic, her understanding of magic was far beyond ordinary people.
She owed this to the pressure and demands Moliyaer and the others had placed on her in the past.
Through repeatedly improving her healing and derivative magic, reducing side effects, her overall grasp of the concept of magic had reached a quite advanced level.
It was just that her original body couldn’t convert this understanding into real power.
Just like how a warrior can’t learn a mage’s skills—without talent, it’s impossible to use.
But her current body had no such limitations.
Moliyaer and the others had apparently taken monster materials obtained from their squad’s raids, combined them with forbidden magic, and reforged her body.
With an exaggerated total amount of mana and extremely high resistance, she was literally a walking stat monster.
If anyone found out her origin, Moliyaer, that crazy woman, would surely be condemned by thousands.
But obviously, during the reforging process, they set certain fail-safes to better control her, like making it impossible for her to reveal that she was Fros Camille—even writing it down was out of the question.
Such secrets she could not pass on to others.
From this, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the so-called supervisory magic was a kind of low-level logic fused into her soul.
But magic was not unconditional or all-powerful; the stronger the effect, the greater the restrictions on casting it.
To continuously lock down a person’s location and restrict their movements at all times through magic would inevitably require some external mechanism.
Elka, who had performed the magic that turned her into her current state, clearly told her that the supervisory magic required the array beneath the villa to remain stable.
Piecing all this together, after Flora used healing magic on herself and confirmed there were no special items hidden inside her bones or organs, it became obvious what the external measure was.
Lifting her leg, a tinkling sound came from her ankle.
That bell bracelet, hanging from her ankle since she woke, was the medium that stabilized the operation of the supervisory magic—not just a cruel symbol marking her as a slave or possession.
Flora had long suspected this; she reached out and gripped it tightly.
【Heal.】
With this silent command in her heart, the structure of the bracelet quickly unfolded in her mind, and she organized it into a complete blueprint.
It was not far from what she had guessed, but this knowledge made her abandon any plan to destroy it.
Made from mithril, dragon teeth, and other materials, mixed with a large amount of soul crystals, this was not something she could easily dismantle.
Top-level necromancers and priests possessed by gods might even be helpless against it.
This extravagant piece of work wasn’t simply worn on her foot—it was bound to her soul.
So even if she died, her soul couldn’t escape the body’s restraint.
As long as her body was repaired, she could revive—or turn into some undead entity that couldn’t be easily put to rest.
Moliyaer didn’t worry about her committing suicide again because of this.
【I even thought about breaking my leg, removing the bracelet, then reattaching it—but that’s totally impossible.】
Flora couldn’t help but admire the meticulousness of that madwoman’s plan, and felt increasingly horrified.
She vaguely sensed that the materials used for the bracelet were part of the high-level monster components obtained by the Jade Heart Squad, and that the materials used to forge her body were probably similar.
No need for much imagination, a vivid image naturally appeared in her mind—
Moliyaer smiling and telling her:
“See, I told you it’s for your own good. You’ve become stronger, and the side effects of healing others have almost disappeared. Everything you have now is the result of our respect and love for you. Flora, you should be grateful to us.”
It was truly terrible.
No matter how sweetly said, she had gained innate physical advantages, but that didn’t change the fact that she was being treated like a tool, remodeled and controlled at will, without any genuine respect.
Flora closed her eyes and gave a bitter smile.
She decided not to dwell on those thoughts and focus on the present.
To make tonight’s plan succeed, she didn’t need to think about dismantling the supervisory magic.
That was beyond her capability—and unnecessary.
To carry out what she planned tonight, she only needed to interfere with the bracelet on her ankle, making the supervisory magic change from continuously operating to “never” activating.
Her healing magic could heal all injuries and restore them to their original state.
But no one knew the underlying logic behind this seemingly unreasonable magic: by analyzing memories and empathizing, she bore the cost to revert the target’s condition to a state remembered or idealized.
Like curing a cold by returning the person to how they were before, as remembered by themselves or others.
The same applied to objects.
If Flora wanted to temporarily disable the supervisory magic, she just needed to “heal” the bracelet, causing the magic to remain in the pre-activation state.
She could never have done this before, but now with this body’s blessing, the theoretically possible could become reality.
Although it would consume a great deal of energy and mana, according to her judgment, if she hid somewhere in the villa and concentrated on it, it should be fine.
【I wonder how Moliyaer would react if she found out about this little trick.】
That worry lingered in her heart, but if it could prevent the maid from being punished because of her, it was worth it.
Just as she thought this, a huge explosion sounded from outside.
Was the time here?
Flora blinked in confusion; it seemed there had also been an explosion inside the villa.
The sound of a lock being picked came at the door, and Rinko’s figure flashed past outside.
So this was the “little chaos” she mentioned?
Flora realized her comprehension of language might still be a bit lacking.
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