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Adopted Daughter’s Role Overdone 163rd Chapter

Viola calmly replied.

“Could it be? The miracle contained in the laurel crown should be nearly over by now.”

“What?” Harmona couldn’t hide her surprise. Her body trembled slightly.

“The power of the miracle has lost its light; the spring of Karenna will fade, and winter will come.”

Karenna referred to the Elves’ Forest. “What are you doing right now?”

“Back then, a child lamented and sang of miracles, but spring is gone…”

“Stop!”

Harmona was the ruler of ‘Karenna.’ Unlike other elves, she was born from the fruit of Karenna, and at that time, she heard the voice.

“The power of the miracle has lost its light; the spring of Karenna will fade, and winter will come.

At that time, a child lamented and sang of miracles, but spring is gone, and as winter approaches, deep darkness spreads, causing all the leaves of Karenna to fall and decay, and even the laurel crown to rot and disappear, yet someday spring will come again, and new flowers will bloom.”

This setting was presented in the novel. Harmona’s crown was a crucial device for maintaining ‘Karenna.’

The crown contained the ‘power of miracles.’

It infused life into the forest and caused it to flourish.

However, this power was not eternal. The miracle’s power contained in the crown lasted only for 700 years. In human terms, it was a lengthy time, but in the world of the forest, it was short.

So it meant the power contained in the crown was nearly finished. Viola continued speaking.

“As winter approaches, deep darkness spreads, causing all the leaves of Karenna to fall and decay, and even the laurel crown to rot and disappear, yet someday spring will come again, and new flowers will bloom.”

These words recited by Harmona at her end became the lyrics of a song, later known as ‘Harmona’s Song’ and referred to as ‘The Queen’s Funeral Dirge.’ But at this moment, Harmona was the only being who knew this phrase. It was a revelation known to Harmona since her birth.

To Harmona, it was an unfathomable mystery.

“How do you know that revelation?”

“The important thing is, I know that revelation, and I also know that the miracle power contained in the laurel crown is coming to an end.”

“That’s nonsense.”

How could a mere thirteen-year-old human know such things? Other elves born and raised in Karenna didn’t know this, so how could she?

“Is my spirit affinity plausible?”

Harmona fell silent. Viola’s ‘spirit affinity’ was also unbelievable.

“I hope you don’t judge me by your common sense.”

It wasn’t an incorrect remark. Viola was an ‘incarnation’ that couldn’t be judged by common sense.

However, to Gaia, those words sounded endlessly arrogant, and to Harmona, they struck deeply. At least in that moment, Viola felt like a divine envoy descending from the heavens with the revelation of a god.

“Then, noble lady, why do you think the power of my crown is coming to an end?”

“Why did you, who hate humans, become friends with Elder Elbato?”

“That’s…”

“Because Elder Elbato is a miracle cleric.”

Harmona was left speechless. Viola was indeed correct.

Now they were friends with aligned intentions.

However, the reason she initially welcomed him into the Elvens’ Forest of Karenna was because he was a ‘miracle cleric.’

“Didn’t you think he could restore the power of the laurel crown with the strength he possessed? Am I wrong?”

In the novel, the original ‘Elves’ Forest’ was invaded by Viola.

To be precise, Viola burned everything down.

The reason was that ‘Elder Elbato’ was there. Viola killed Medea but, on the other hand, feared Medea as well.

“If my sister were to somehow return, things would get complicated.” Medea was certainly dead.

Viola confirmed her death with her own eyes.

Yet she resolved to eliminate any chance of a miracle. She feared Elder Elbato would trigger a miracle.

This showed how much Viola was concerned about Medea.

“You’re the cleric who brings about miracles, right? I don’t want your miracles.

So die.” After killing Elder Elbato, Viola burned down the entire ‘Elves’ Forest.’ In the process, Harmona met her end with composure.

“I was going to lose the spring of Karenna anyway.”

“Winter just came a bit early because of you.”

Harmona left her last words.

“The power of the miracle has lost its light; the spring of Karenna will fade, and winter will come.

At that time, a child lamented and sang of miracles, but spring is gone, and as winter approaches, deep darkness spreads, causing all the leaves of Karenna to fall and decay, and even the laurel crown to rot and disappear, yet someday spring will come again, and new flowers will bloom.”

It was the Queen’s Funeral Dirge.

*

Listening to the conversation between Viola and Harmona, Gaia involuntarily reflected.

“Oh, what have I been doing all this time?”

Before the incarnation, the leader of the information organization felt infinitely small. Viola’s every word resonated deeply within Gaia.

Viola continued to speak.

“But what I presented to the queen is still alive and breathing, the Marguerite Flower Field that continues to be created.

Does this ring, gifted to me by my precious person, hold less value than your crown?” Harmona’s fingertips trembled slightly.

Viola’s words were all correct.

“Think carefully. The world contained in my ring is already proof of the miracle.”

The Marguerite Flower Field, holding the life water of Arena, is still living and breathing today. In that place, devoid of sunlight or soil, it’s being generated infinitely.

Whether this force could be applied to the Elves’ Forest was uncertain, but it undeniably served as proof of the miracle.

“I… need a little time to think.”

“You can’t have much. I’m feeling anxious myself.”

*

In the end, Harmona decided to follow Viola’s words.

She chose to hand over the life-expired laurel crown and receive Viola’s ring in return.

However, there was a problem.

“No way!”

Pongpong began to cry. It was as if rain was falling around them.

“I raised those kids with water.”

Pongpong wailed and firmly opposed. Viola spoke resolutely.

“It can’t be helped.”

“No, no, no, no, no!”

“We must save Bichen.”

“That was the first gift I gave to Viola! How can I give it to someone else?

No! Absolutely not!”

Pongpong proposed a compromise. “Anyway, as long as we have Arena, that’s enough, right?”

When Viola looked at Harmona, she nodded.

What Harmona needed was a miracle that would infuse the forest with the power of life.

Whether it became the Marguerite with the life water of Arena or the real Arena didn’t matter. What was important to Harmona was maintaining the spring of the forest.

“I’ll bring it! Arena!”

Pongpong immediately returned to the Spirit Realm and created chaos.

He insisted on bringing Arena again.

“Beron, that’s not going to work.”

It was the Water Spirit King, Wail. When he called Pongpong, he usually referred to him simply as Pongpong since he liked that name. But now, he called him Beron.

Calling out Pongpong’s spirit name meant that Wail was serious.

“You can’t break the rules. Last time, you already exceeded the limit by bringing out Arena.”

“Wasn’t the point of breaking rules to go against the law?”

“Stop being unreasonable. Whining won’t turn impossibility into possibility.”

“What if I forcefully take it?”

“If you force your way through the Spirit Gate, your body will break.”

That meant annihilation. It signified eternal death.

Pongpong burst into tears.

“What should I do? Viola is crying.”

There was another crucial reason. “Without that, Viola won’t be as strong as she is now.”

Thanks to the ring containing Arena, she could wield spirit power like this, unfold the water screen, and achieve a high level of Grass Sword.

“And?”

“Viola is in danger.”

It was dangerous even when Bichen appeared this time. If there had been no ‘water screen,’ Viola could have gotten seriously hurt.

“Viola absolutely needs the ring.”

“Beron, you can’t have it all.”

Either give up Arena and hand over the ring. Or give up the ring and hand over Arena.

It was one or the other.

“Then I’ll break the rules!”

If he broke the rules, Pongpong would shatter. “Why go that far?”

“Because I want Viola to be happy.”

“Why?”

“Because Viola is my contractor.”

Kel-Beron had been rejected since birth.

“Beron is too ominous a name.”

“Beron is the name of demons.”

“A spirit inheriting the surname Kel and the name Beron?”

“A horrid blood spirit king is going to emerge, right?”

No spirit had ever stopped Kel-Beron when he passed through the Spirit Gate. He thought he was not sad, but in truth, he was.

When he passed through the Spirit Gate and met Viola, she said to him,

“Of course. I adore Kel-Beron.”

“Why? Why?”

“Is it wrong to like someone?”

“I—I was going to attack you targeting your weakness?”

“There must have been a reason for that.”

“Viola didn’t hate me.”

Viola gave Kel-Beron a name.

Although it seemed ridiculous, it was no longer an ominous name.

“She also gave me the name Pongpong.”

“At first, I hated it a lot.”

“We also tended the flower field together.”

“……”

“Viola is my friend.”

So, Pongpong decided that he would defy the rules for Viola. “Viola is a brilliant spirit sorceress, so she could find good friends even without me.”

Pongpong dove into the lake filled with Arena and gulped down Arena.

The ring couldn’t be remade, but a spirit contract could be established again.

There might not be a ring that could replace the ring, but there were plenty of water spirits that could replace Pongpong.

That’s what Pongpong thought.

“Friends. If any of you form a contract with Viola in my place, make sure to befriend her. Got it?”

Preparation was complete. Now he just needed to pass this Arena to Viola.

“Kel-Beron, my child. Remember one thing. While it’s true that there’s no ring that can replace that, it’s also true that there’s no Pongpong that can replace Pongpong.”

“Huh?”
“Pongpong is the only Pongpong in the world.”

It felt odd.

Pongpong could not move his body.

A powerful spirit energy enveloped Pongpong’s body.

“Don’t forget that you are a precious child, and be sure to remember today’s beautiful kindness.”

“Spirit King?”