For The Forever Lost Souls

You Again?!

Azrael, Ambrose and Claude stood worriedly at the side of the room, watching Athy, who was passed out on the bed.

"Your Majesty, the princess has awoken!"

hearing Felix's shout, they rushed to the bedside.

Athy's eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision blurry.

"Princess, can you see me? Do you know who I am?" Felix asked.

Tears filled Athy's eyes as she felt a painful ache in her chest.

"Athy...?" Azrael cautiously called.

"Ugh...WAA... WAAAAH...!" Athy cried out and turned over onto her side, clutching her dress tightly.

"P-Princess!" Felix exclaimed, shocked.

"ATHY!" yelled the twins.

"Ahhh! Ugh. It hurts...!" Athy yelled out in pain.

Ambrose held Azrael's hand as he looked down at Athy, their expressions saddened and defeated, feeling helpless.

*Why couldn't we do anything to help her? * Ambrose asked, frustration filling his voice.

*The law of this stupid world sees us as outsiders, * Azrael said, staring at the ground. *It stops us from interfering with its main events, and we only noticed it now, after Athy collapsed. *

Ambrose clenched his fists, frustration clear in his eyes. *I forgot... I forgot that we were reincarnated into this world that exists within a novel, * he said, his voice heavy with regret.

*If only we knew how to remove the world's restrictions entirely, * Azrael said, frustration lacing his words.

I'm dying here! It feels like my insides are on fire! Athy thought.

"What should we do, Your Majesty?" Felix asked as he turned to Claude.

Ambrose snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Claude and Felix.

"What do you think you're doing? I told you to heal her," Claude said coldly.

The magician bowing deeply on the ground flinched at Claude's frosty tone.

"What on earth did you do to make her condition worse?" Claude asked.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, but the princess's condition has not worsened. It is only because she is conscious now that she is feeling pain," the magician said.

"There isn't anything we can do when her mana is leaping to and from inside her body like this..." the magician hesitantly said.

"So I told you to find a solution, and yet you don't even have the decency to be ashamed of your incompetence," Claude said with a glare.

"I b-beg for your forgiveness, Your Majesty. But I am the most knowledgeable among the royal magicians when it comes to mana abnormalities. It is unlikely that another magician will be of help to the princess at this stage," the magician says.

"Do you wish to die?" Claude asked.

While this was going on, Azrael continued to drown in his thoughts, regretting that he was an outsider in this world. If only I wasn't an outsider... I could do more to help Athy... wait. Then something clicked in Azrael's mind. A certain powerful magician with black hair and red eyes came to mind. Lucas! He can help Athy! Azrael thought excitedly.

"I know who can help!" Azrael said loudly.

Everyone looked at Azrael, slightly confused.

"I'll be right back!" Azrael said as he was suddenly surrounded by crimson-gold magic.