Two methods?
Renatas trembled all over, an expression of disbelief appearing on her face. Although she hoped the alchemist in front of her could find a way to resolve the curse,
she also knew that it was impossible to get results in just one night.
"As long as you can lift the curse on my face, I can pay any price I am capable of."
Renatas took a step forward, her eyes serious.
"Hmph." Imina, sitting on the sofa, let out a low snort.
"Don't get too happy too soon." Lyle glanced at Renatas, not particularly interested in the so-called 'any price', and said indifferently,
"Find a way to truly control the cursed power in your body. Once you master this power to a certain extent, the curse on your face will naturally disappear."
After a night of exploration,
Lyle could roughly guess that Renatas's facial corrosion was not only related to the monster that attacked Renatas earlier,
but also due to her unfamiliarity with controlling the cursed power.
According to Lyle's estimation, if Renatas raised her [Cursed Knight] profession to 3LV, she would probably be able to remove the curse on her face herself.
Ultimately!
It was a manifestation of her own power being out of control.
This might also be the drawback of people in other worlds being able to skip some basic and intermediate professions and directly acquire advanced professions.
In games, this is just a simple profession, but in the real world, advanced professions are a manifestation of great power.
After all!
Even Lyle, as a [Player], with the assistance of the "Genius" profession, had to spend six skill points to acquire this profession.
Renatas looked a bit lost upon hearing this.
Control the powerful force within her body?
The problem was—she also wanted to completely control this power, but from the moment she acquired it until now, she had absolutely no clue how.
Lyle somewhat understood Renatas's current feelings.
People in other worlds who want to advance a certain profession must undergo relevant training or study for that profession. This is like being told to pay attention in class and learn advanced math in his previous life; the key issue isn't whether you study or not.
It's that you simply don't understand!
"The second method." Lyle continued calmly.
Renatas quickly snapped back to attention.
"Die once."
The calm voice brought silence to the entire hall.
Whoosh!
Imina hesitated for a breath, her slender waist twisting as she instantly flipped off the sofa, her right hand reaching for her waist.
Immediately after!
Imina stepped on the living room table with one foot, her two purple pigtails fanning out in the air, and violently threw the short dagger in her hand at Renatas.
Boom!
The short dagger made a sharp whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
Renatas's eyes narrowed, her face instantly turning cold. She grabbed the gray robe draped over her, twisting it into a braid-like shape as she retreated, then whipped it like a long whip through the air.
Clap!
The air crackled, and the fierce force of the strike easily knocked away the incoming dagger.
With just two simple leaps of her slender legs, Imina had already flipped to the bottom of the stairs where Lyle was, a bow and arrow now in her hand, she knew not when.
"Heavy Shot!"
Imina's amber pupils turned cold, and a hint of brown light flashed on the arrow nocked to her bow.
Whoosh!
The arrow shot out, creating a rapid whistling sound in the air as it passed.
Bang!
Renatas grabbed a smaller, water-skin-like leather pouch at her waist, then drew a black, human-height long spear from it.
"Flowing Water Acceleration!"
Renatas cried out, her entire body seething with killing intent. Her figure blurred as if splitting into two afterimages, rushing from both left and right, but then instantly merging back into one person.
Just then.
Om—the air rippled, and a dazzling white light condensed between Imina and Renatas, forming a Flame Archangel.
Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by two loud thuds.
The Flame Archangel's flaming sword collided with Renatas's black long spear, producing a heavy, muffled sound.
The arrow shot by Imina struck the Flame Archangel's bright silver full plate armor,
creating a dent.
The collision of the three forces created a wave of air that directly overturned some of the furniture in the living room!
Angel?
Flame Archangel?
Imina and Renatas paused their movements, then turned to look at Lyle, who was standing on the stairs, a bit bewildered.
"What are you two doing?"
Lyle's mouth twitched as he saw the two of them start fighting in the blink of an eye.
"Didn't you want to kill her?" Imina still maintained her bow-drawing posture, while also casting a wary glance at the tall Flame Archangel.
Sure enough!
She knew it. Last night, facing the three intruders, this guy remained calm, he must have some tricks up his sleeve.
She didn't expect him to be able to summon an angel, and a Third-Tier Flame Archangel at that!
Among adventurers, that was at least Platinum-level.
Thinking of this.
Imina's grip on the bow became steadier, and her mind settled regarding the current situation.
That blonde woman was strong, but with the Flame Archangel in close combat and her ranged cooperation, dealing with her shouldn't be difficult.
Renatas didn't speak, her black long spear still exerting force, making a "creak, creak" sound at the point of collision with the flaming sword.
Her golden hair, falling over her right cheek, obscured most of her face, preventing anyone from seeing her expression.
"My apologies, my phrasing was problematic."
Lyle heard Imina's words, opened his mouth, and finally uttered a sentence, waving his arm.
In mid-air, the Flame Archangel dissipated into white specks of light, indicating that he indeed had no other intentions.
"Hey, telling someone to 'die once' doesn't sound like a joke." Imina said coldly,
pointing her bow at the ground.
Lyle was a bit helpless.
Perhaps his phrasing was indeed problematic, but Imina's personality, acting so quickly and with such murderous intent, was even more problematic, wasn't it?
It should be said, she truly lived up to being a mercenary-type worker.
"I do not like jokes, Alchemist-sama." Renatas swung her long spear onto her back, then raised her head again, her fair cheeks expressionless.
"No."
Lyle looked at her, his tone still serious,
"My phrasing might have been problematic just now, but I genuinely wasn't joking. By sacrificing yourself once,
and then having someone who masters 'Resurrection of the Dead' magic revive you, the curse on your body will also disappear."
This method was essentially using suicide to downgrade, thereby removing one's abnormal status.
The Fifth-Tier "Resurrection of the Dead" is a magic that, for people in other worlds, can only be mastered in the hero domain, making it quite advanced magic.
However, among resurrection spells, it is the lowest tier, causing a direct drop of four levels in life essence. The "Cursed Knight" status on Renatas should only require a one-level drop to be removed.
However.
Whether it's the Seventh-Tier "Revival" which only drops three levels, or the Ninth-Tier "True Revival"
which only drops two levels.
Ostensibly, no one in other worlds should possess them.
Besides these three resurrection spells, the faith system also has other types of resurrection magic, but they are not suitable for suicide downgrading.
Renatas's deep blue pupils flickered upon hearing this.
She understood that Lyle was indeed considering how to remove her curse, but this method of consideration was simply not something a normal person could accept.
"Resurrection of the Dead"?
The number of faith-based spellcasters who possessed such a level of magic in the entire Bahas Empire could probably be counted on one hand.
Not to mention the immense cost required to have such a powerful spellcaster cast the spell, simply "death" itself is something any living person resists.
Even if Renatas was willing to pay any price to remove the curse on her face, she didn't want to die once. Who knew if she could be resurrected?
If something unexpected happened, she would truly be dead.
"Sending such a beautiful woman to her death."
"You truly are heartless." Imina's sarcastic voice rang out.
After listening to their conversation,
Imina already understood the situation. Her peripheral vision warily glanced at Renatas; she had a pretty good idea of who this woman was.