My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!-Chapter 631: Unknown Force

The Palace Master was sitting on the frozen throne with her lips pursed, thinking how she should deal with the invitation.

Rejection was outright disrespectful. Even if they didn't belong to the Central Continent, it still wasn't wise enough to offend a mighty force like the Temple of Light.

"Palace Master, are we going to accept the invitation?" An Elder asked, worried that the Palace Master might reject it.

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She went down on a knee and joined her hands. "I believe we shouldn't reject it. Even if the Palace Master doesn't go personally, an Elder can be sent. It should be enough to show our sincerity."

"Hmm. Your words do hold some merit," Trisa nodded. She turned to the other Elders, and asked, "What do the rest of you think?"

"I think it is a wise idea. We should send an Elder as a representative. We can just say that the Palace Master was in seclusion, and couldn't be contacted. That should also protect their ego with regards to only the arrival of an elder."

"I don't agree. Those from the Temple of Light have very good instincts. They are able to discern lies from the truth. They will immediately know that it's a lie. I think the Palace Master should go personally, along with a few Elders."

"But if the Palace Master leaves, then what if it's a trap? What if something happens to her? Can we put her at risk?"

"Why would the Temple of Light make a trap for us? The Palace of Ice Maiden might be a powerful force in our region, but we are still not strong enough to catch the eyes of those old monsters from the center."

"Still, it's too risky."

Almost all Elders agreed that the Ice Maiden Palace needed to be represented during the Coronation of the next Master of Temple of Light.

The only thing that they couldn't agree on, was who should be the one to represent them. The arguments of both sides held merits, as well as demerits.

The Palace Master watched the back and forth, and rubbed her forehead. She thought she was going to bring her son in law, and show him around. This was supposed to be a small vacation for her daughter as well.

Unfortunately, everything had been disastrous since the moment she left Hell. Not only had Eren gotten himself hurt, but she even had to worry about something so complicated like this invitation.

"That's enough fighting." She raised her hand, gesturing to them to stop. "We will have a lot of time to think about it. I will make a decision later. Right now, my mind is a little distracted."

"Uh, right." The Elders grew silent. Some even felt a little embarrassed. The Palace Master's husband was injured. It was normal for her to be worried. And here they were, making her think about such complicated matters.

"There is still a lot of time for that coronation. I will tell you my decision later. Until then, try to get as much information about the Central Continent as possible."

She put an end to the discussion, and told the Elders to return. She also left the place and went straight to meet her daughter, to tell her that Eren was going to be fine.

....

Eren was lying on the bed, still unconscious. The Medicinal Elder had placed him in a separate room, specially designed to maintain the temperature that was more suitable for a human from the lower world.

It also had a calming aura that helped soothe the nerves and accelerate healing.

She sat beside him, constantly monitoring his vitals. The Palace Master's robe was still draped over his lower half, which made her remember the scenes that she had seen before.

The Medicinal Elder couldn't help but steal glances at the bulge under the robe, her cheeks flushing slightly each time.

'Focus,' she chided herself. 'He's your Palace Master's husband.'

She gently took his hand, checking his pulse. It was stronger now, more stable. The rampant energy that had been tearing him apart seemed to have subsided, replaced by a steady, rhythmic flow.

"He's definitely recovering," she mumbled to herself. "But when will he wake up?"

She recalled her incomplete sentence back in the main hall, the one she'd bitten back when she saw the relief on Trisa's face. 'Unless... his soul is still injured.'

Even if it was the upper realm, it was harder to heal the soul of a person. It was especially the case if that person's body was so strange that it devoured every essence that was sent to his body.

The Medicinal Elder was well-versed in the intricacies of the human body and the energies that governed it. Still, she couldn't think of a way to help Eren.

She had already done everything that she could do. Everything else depended on Eren.

She knew that while the body could heal relatively quickly, the soul was a far more delicate and complex matter. Damage to the soul could take much longer to heal, and sometimes, it never fully recovered.

She decided to probe deeper. This time, she channeled a tiny wisp of her own essence, carefully navigating it into Eren's body. She focused on his spiritual core, the seat of his consciousness and the anchor of his soul.

Unfortunately, the same thing happened again and she went through another failure. The unknown force within his body rejected every probing.

The Elder of the Ice Maiden Palace was stronger than Eren. In the entire Ice Maiden Palace, there were only a handful of people who were stronger than her, including the Palace Master.

Still, she couldn't understand what that frightening force within his body was.

As she couldn't check his soul, she just sat there and waited for him to wake up.

She didn't know that Eren's soul was indeed damaged. The chaotic spatial energies had ripped through it, leaving behind cracks on his soul.

Normally, when a person travelled through space, the chaotic spatial essence couldn't quite reach their soul as their physical bodies protected themselves. It was also much harder to connect with the souls.