Eileen’s arms were also beginning to turn translucent.
The progression could be calculated based on the time Lillian had spent so far.
From the moment they traveled 500 years ago, waiting for Lillian to wake up took 1 hour.
The carriage ride to Thor Village took about 1 hour, and waiting for Prushka to forge ten carts capable of holding silver coins took another 1 hour.
The changes in Eileen’s body had evolved from no change at all to her toes becoming translucent, then her fingers, and now her arms.
Based on this rate, her legs would vanish in 1 hour, and her arms would disappear completely in 2 hours.
The changes to her torso could not be estimated yet.
Her head remained unchanged for now.
By all accounts, Eileen might vanish completely in 6 to 8 hours.
Under these circumstances, it was still unknown what effect “vanishing completely” would have on Eileen’s very existence.
‘Will I return to my original time?’
‘Or go to an unknown time or space?’
Lillian noticed this change as well.
She said to Eileen, “Time is becoming increasingly tight, Teacher Eileen. Go and check on the status of that Transcendent for me. I will handle the rest myself.”
Eileen was somewhat worried.
“Are you really going to be okay?”
Lillian spoke with elegance.
“Before I was captured by your group, I was, at the very least, the person set to inherit the throne.”
“Although that might not seem like much in your eyes, it will be useful here.”
Eileen emphasized, “500 years ago, the Muse Kingdom was nothing more than a collection of villages.”
Lillian smiled.
“Even though I have no Mana, I seem to have been born with the ‘Talent of the King.’ You can rest easy.”
Seeing the confidence on Lillian’s face, Eileen no longer doubted her.
She left only one warning.
“This is 500 years ago, not your era. Don’t die here.”
Lillian replied, “I won’t die. Besides, I’m incapable of death, aren’t I?”
Despite her unease, Eileen allowed Lillian to act freely.
Atiste commented on this.
[Eileen, you did well. This is exactly how to stimulate her initiative.]
Eileen showed that she had no idea what her Master was talking about.
However, she tentatively took it as a compliment.
Prushka asked in confusion, “Princess Lillian, who are you talking to?”
Lillian was tired of that title and emphasized, “Don’t call me Princess. Also, I am talking to people you cannot see.”
Prushka saw sincerity in the eyes of his “Goddess.”
He said, “Alright. Then may I call you Lady Lillian? To show my respect for you.”
Lillian nodded.
“Gather your people as quickly as possible. Using this sword in my hand as a symbol, prepare to crusade against that so-called ‘Noble’!”
Lillian only then remembered to ask, “By the way, what was his name again?”
Prushka confirmed, “Are you talking about Dorechiut? That fellow who only knows how to run a dictatorship?”
Lillian criticized the name.
“What a long name. Let’s just call him Chute for short.”
“As you wish.”
Lillian began to display her “royal grace” as she commanded Prushka.
“Time is of the essence. Act quickly. Tell the villagers exactly what you have seen and gained, and bring the idea of ‘liberation’ to them!”
“I will lead you all in resisting this tyranny!”
The Thorn Crown atop her head began to shine.
Looking at that light, Prushka felt a sense of trust toward the “King” before him from the bottom of his heart for some reason — it was absolute trust.
He stood at attention.
“Understood!”
He immediately put on a heavy coat for Dwarves, pulled up his hood, and rushed into the heavy snow without looking back to gather the brave warriors willing to resist for his respected “King.”
Lillian looked at the ten empty four-wheeled carts.
She could not believe that these exquisitely structured and incredibly sturdy steel carts were actually made by a single Dwarf blacksmith in under 1 hour.
This meant they only took 6 minutes to build one cart, and the quality was exceptionally high.
Lillian recalled her time in the Muse Kingdom.
Finding a blacksmith like this would have been like searching for a needle in a haystack.
She thought back to the legend of the “Dwarf Berserker.”
‘If those six families really are Dwarf Berserkers, then we only need to give them powerful enough equipment and let them go hunt down Dorechiut.’
As for what means that Human Noble possessed, it was currently unknown.
She could only wait until Teacher Eileen finished her investigation.
Lillian spent some time filling all ten carts with silver coins.
She did not find the process of creating silver coins out of thin air to be very taxing.
It merely required some “imagination.”
Furthermore, as the number of times she created silver coins increased, the time it took to produce a pile of them grew shorter.
In the beginning, it took about 30 seconds.
Now, she could create a pile of silver coins out of thin air in only 5 seconds.
She even marveled at this power herself.
‘If I had this kind of wealth, couldn’t I let everyone in the world live a prosperous life?’
But Lillian also knew that this was a pipe dream.
As the total amount of silver coins increased, the value of goods that could be purchased with them would also continue to rise.
Therefore, simply creating money out of thin air only added some physical matter to society as a whole.
As for how that matter should be converted?
That was not something to be considered right now.
Lillian simply wanted to use these silver coins to bribe these Dwarf blacksmiths who possessed powerful crafting skills.
Her goal?
That was simple.
Crush Dorechiut and seize the raw materials for the Holy Sword!
Lillian knew very well that she did not have enough combat power to go head-to-head with that Human Transcendent.
However, she could use external forces to pin him down.
The goal wasn’t necessarily to defeat him, but to complete the mission assigned by Master Atiste.
As long as it was for Master Atiste, Lillian could do anything!
Atiste watched Lillian freely follow her heart and felt very satisfied.
‘What a magnificent art piece!’ he marveled once again.
Yes, in Atiste’s eyes, Art was not a dead thing, but something that was constantly changing and possessed an independent “life.”
Art was different from people, so the living Lillian could not become a true Art Piece.
He had to “kill” the Lillian of the past who lived in society and grant her a brand-new form exclusive to the “Crystal of Myriad Splendor” before she could truly become Art.
Just like now—
Atiste suddenly received a communication from Eileen.
Eileen’s voice came through the System screen.
[Master, the opponent this time seems to be… the Holy Sword itself?]
Atiste was stunned.
The Holy Sword Paladin was an inanimate object, so how could it be alive?
[Describing the specific situation with words would be rather abstract. It will be more intuitive if you look at it directly…]
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