Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Chapter 1873: Part 1: A fight to save her

Stone House

The elderly man pivoted towards me, extending a hand once more. A glimmer of understanding passed through me: he was inquiring about the girl's current state.

Uncertainty clouded my mind regarding the old man's potential reaction, especially given the challenges in saving the young lady. My gaze swept across the confines of the room.

As it was clearly a maiden's chamber, I surmised there ought to be instruments for artistic expression.

My attention then landed upon a piece of chalk. Striding over, I retrieved it from its resting place.

The old man's perception was sharp; he sensed my intention and seemed curious about my next move.

Recalling the image with precision, I proceeded to sketch the likeness of the black lily bloom upon the floor. Once the floral form was complete, I directed my gaze back to the elder.

With a renewed gesture, I indicated the drawn flower and then pointed towards the girl, who appeared no more than ten years of age.

A spark of realization flickered in the old man's eyes. He departed the room without a word, leaving me in quiet contemplation.

His abrupt exit left me momentarily bewildered. I hadn't anticipated such a swift departure, though it suggested he possessed knowledge of the flower's significance.

My focus returned to the girl. The dark aura surrounding her indicated she had been afflicted by a malevolent magical curse, a testament to the attacker's cruelty.

Time marched onward.

I remained, awaiting the old man's return. He reappeared not long after, the coveted black lily flower clutched in his hand.

He presented the bloom to me without delay. Accepting the black lily, I turned my attention back to the ailing girl, querying the system for the proper method of administration.

The system's response was direct: the black lily could be consumed in its raw form, negating the need for grinding.

Thus, I administered the black lily to the girl. The process was arduous, but with her semi-conscious state, she managed to ingest the remedy.

The old man drew closer, his attention fixed on the girl's recovery. Gradually, the pallor that had tinged her skin with a deathly hue began to recede, replaced by a healthier complexion.

"Ha... Ha... Ha...", a hearty laugh erupted from the old man.

It was a sound of pure jubilation, his relief palpable as he witnessed the girl's apparent escape from peril. He truly believed she was out of danger.

Yet, my own expression remained impassive. I was acutely aware that the girl's true ordeal was far from over. The old man, observing my stoic demeanor, perceived that something was amiss.

"Ahshs#@@#," the old man vocalized, his brow furrowed.

His utterance drew my attention. Though the words were unintelligible, his gestures conveyed a new urgency.

Faced with a communication impasse, I relied on the system's guidance to formulate appropriate gestures, which I then mirrored.

The old man finally grasped my meaning. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by the grim understanding that the girl's salvation was incomplete, and further measures were imperative.

He turned his gaze back to me, acknowledging the significant language barrier that separated them.

Their secluded dwelling, far removed from any urban center, highlighted the limitations of their current situation. In a city, bridging such a linguistic divide might have been more feasible.

The old man's memory surfaced an image of a peculiar aircraft he had previously witnessed. He theorized that I might hail from a powerful, technologically advanced nation, the 'Super Large Nation.'

This assumption would explain my apparent wealth and considerable cultivation prowess at such a tender age.

Meanwhile, I wrestled with my next course of action. Should I depart? I had fulfilled my role in aiding the young maiden.

Her complete recovery, I mused, was contingent upon the very wizard who had inflicted the curse in the first place.

A decision solidified within me: it was time to leave. I offered a nod of farewell to the old man, who remained unusually silent.

As I took my first step towards the exit, a sudden blur of motion interrupted my departure.

Swoosh!

The old man materialized directly in my path.

Startled, I met his gaze, a silent question hanging in the air. What was his intention? He was a formidable Magic Lord; a direct confrontation would leave me vulnerable.

My reluctance to escalate the situation was paramount. Employing the system's assistance, I began to communicate through a series of gestures.

The old man observed intently. He understood my desire to leave, yet his own circumstances compelled him to intervene.

The ten-year-old girl represented his last living descendant from his daughter's lineage—a legacy he was determined to protect.

Explaining his predicament proved difficult. He knew I held the key to his granddaughter's cure, but the language barrier was a significant obstacle.

Through gestures, he implored me to remain, indicating he had urgent business elsewhere and would return shortly.

The old man resolved to seek assistance from external sources.

Comprehending his intent, I recognized my lack of alternatives and conveyed my agreement with another nod.

He then gestured for me to look after the girl, a request I acknowledged with a further nod. The old man departed, his purpose clearly to gather help.

With the mission timer set at one year, the duration might seem ample. However, I was aware that the journey itself would consume a fortnight.

Time, therefore, was a precious commodity. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the girl, posing a question to the system: was there any other recourse for her salvation?

However, the system insisted it was the sole viable choice.

A frigid gleam entered my eyes.

"Who could possess such cruelty to inflict this upon the girl?" I pondered aloud.

Whether the perpetrator would manifest at this location remained uncertain. If they did appear, it would be imperative to discover a method for her healing.

Moments drifted by.

My vigil over the girl persisted. Her complexion gradually improved, though the duration of this respite was unknown. The malevolent magic ensnaring her life force was potent.

I reiterated my inquiry to the system. The response indicated the girl had but half a month remaining.