Davey had estimated that Aeria's death had happened around fifteen minutes at most. Just in case, he tried to cast some recovery magic, but it did not work.0

“Her body doesn’t accept recovery magic? This is why they have bad luck…” Davey mumbled bitterly as he puffed up his half-numbed lips.0

The Final Magic: Resurrection existed in the divine world. However, using it was a choice that should never be made. It was a spell that could reduce Davey’s life expectancy, and it did not work by simply dying seconds, hours, days, or months earlier than his fated death. It meant that the flow of fate around him would change. In other words, all of the situations and circumstances that were related to him would change.0

Everyone’s fate might seem simple, but it was very complicated. In fact, each strand of fate was intricately intertwined with each other. Davey had broken away from the flow of fate and had run wild. Now look at him; Goddess Freyja had been grinding him non-stop.0

Aeria was not someone who was supposed to die here. Davey did not know about others, but he felt sorry for this girl. For some reason, he wanted her to live happily on whatever path she chose. She was a pitiful child who had lost her appearance, something that was considered to be the most important thing for the women of this continent, ever since she was a child.0

Although Davey had treated plenty of people so far, he had grown a bit attached to her as a patient. Compared to other patients, he had been...0