"Be patient! It might hurt a bit later!" Arthur didn't seem like a fifteen year old youngster at all. From the tone he gave Aire's orders, it was as if he was an adult in his thirties.
"Yes!" Cayne, who felt the pain, quickly spread. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and frowned. He then nodded at Arthur in a muffled voice.
"Alright! Then, let's start!" Arthur closed his eyes and began to focus on the spirits around him.
"I! I'm holding the spirit of heaven and earth in my left hand!" Arthur said the first sentence, while the four fairy envoys beside him suddenly changed their faces as if they were struck by lightning!
This... Wasn't this the promise made by the elf king when he ascended the throne and made a heart-to-heart contract with all the elves in the natural world?
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