Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 719: Gina’s Dilemma

[The world of Arandelle]

Gina exhaled softly, savoring the gentle breeze as it brushed past her. She sat in the heart of the lush garden surrounding the Lake of Remembrance, her legs folded beneath her and eyes shut as she surrendered to the tranquil gusts. Three days had passed since Farlow brought her to this realm to master the profound essence of Sagehood. On her first attempt, she had succumbed to exhaustion and drifted into a deep sleep; a servant arrived to summon her for dinner, only to find her slumbering with an amused look on their face! Having just emerged from a grueling battle, Gina was simply too drained to remain alert in such a serene environment.

When Farlow inquired about her initial progress, Gina felt sheepish admitting she had dozed off, but he was understanding and simply urged her to persist the following day. Determined not to waste another moment, she resolved to achieve a breakthrough. Arriving at the Lake of Remembrance at dawn the next day, she dove into deep meditation, confronting herself with searching questions. Who was she? What was her purpose? Why did she crave power? A true Sage must grapple with these inquiries to shatter previous boundaries and attain total liberation. Over time, she hit upon a startling realization: her existence was fundamentally anchored to Jason.

Regardless of how she scrutinized her life or defined her goals, the same truth emerged—Jason sat at the core of every answer. To her surprise, this revelation brought her peace rather than distress; the fact that he remained the most significant part of her life filled her with joy. Yet, recalling Farlow’s lesson on self-discovery, she began to doubt if this dependence was truly healthy. Did his constant presence in her thoughts imply a lack of individual identity? Opening her eyes, she gazed toward the cave on the far side of the lake. Farlow explained that this grotto was the dwelling of a mighty Wind Sprite; only those who reached a specific mastery in Sagehood could breach its entrance. Only five individuals had ever succeeded, and Farlow had promised her training would conclude if she became the sixth. Having already attempted it, Gina knew she still lacked the proficiency to bypass the magical barrier guarding the path.

The winds whispered around her, and she felt her Sage abilities linking her to the air in ways far beyond the reach of ordinary mages. It was as if she could perceive the entire world through the wind—every ripple on the water, every pebble, every blade of grass, and the movements of nearby creatures were visible to her. Sighing contentedly, she surrendered to the stillness.

'I wonder how Jason is faring...'

Her thoughts drifted upward to the sky. She had received no word from Hesabeth since their last exchange via the crystal ball, and Gina privately vowed to demand answers the next time they met. Regardless, she had grown accustomed to the Elven lifestyle. Their society was deeply communal, prioritizing family above all else, with meals served in grand halls where relatives gathered in unison. Farlow’s lineage was vast, including five children, eighteen grandchildren, and forty-three great-grandchildren. Though the prospect of his great-grandchildren seemed jarring given his youthful appearance, she quickly adapted to the reality that Elves aged quite differently from humans. A more puzzling mystery, however, was the reaction she received when asking about the Elven Queen. While she had seen paintings throughout the palace depicting Farlow alongside a radiant female elf on the throne, the mention of her triggered a palpable shift in the atmosphere. She initially feared the Queen was deceased, but the calm way Farlow explained her absence suggested otherwise.

It was a strange encounter, and his tone clearly indicated his wife was still alive. Had some event forcibly separated them? In a society so devoted to family, such a separation would only occur under dire circumstances, but Gina decided to keep her questions to herself. Currently, she wore the traditional, long-sleeved white gown provided to her, adorned with silver embroidery that shimmered with an ethereal, majestic quality under the light. This was the attire reserved for Arandelle’s royal house, and since donning it, she noticed the Elven citizenry treated her with significantly increased reverence, signaling her status as a cherished guest.

Another facet of life in Arandelle was the pervasive use of wind magic. Unlike most people Gina knew, who only employed magic during combat, the Elves integrated wind into every aspect of their existence. It was their primary element—they used it for hunting, travel, communication, even fetching dropped books to avoid the labor of bending down. To the Elves, wind was not a tool but an extension of their very essence, a core part of their identity that made every citizen a gifted user. While Gina possessed more raw power than ninety percent of the population, she was still humbled by their technical finesse. Even the youngest Elves displayed a mastery of wind manipulation that far outclassed her own.