Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 330 (Part 2):
Teresa, sensing something amiss, called out loudly,
“Lady Terra?”
But no response came. Terra’s magic had already begun.
A deafening crack resounded.
From the center of the garden, a massive tree erupted from the ground, its trunk sprawling across half the space.
Branches shot skyward, spreading a dense canopy outward in mere moments.
The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying—a phenomenon one might witness only once or twice in a lifetime.
It was as though an eclipse had begun. Screams of confusion echoed from all directions.
Thick foliage and sprawling limbs cast an immense shadow over the entire palace.
“Lady Terra!”
Surprisingly, Alea pulled her to safety, remarking coolly,
“You’ve grown quite reckless. Jumping thoughtlessly into such magic could kill you.”
She made no effort to heal Teresa, who lay sprawled on the ground while the colossal tree consumed the palace.
The Veneta royal palace was now plunged into darkness, the shadow of the tree stretching across the city. It was a scene straight out of legend.
Sian conjured a light spirit to illuminate the scene and summed up the situation succinctly.
“Wow.”
“Is this… the power of the Earth Spirit? Truly amazing.”
Charlotte murmured in awe.
Asuka, however, had a different reaction.
“With this, we’ll never run out of firewood. Spirit mages are ridiculous. Sian, can you do this too?”
“If an earth spirit would contract with me, I could.”
Asuka tilted his head.
“More than that, I thought this was supposed to be a deal? Isn’t this picking a fight? Though I wonder if anyone could pick a fight after seeing this.”
“They’re coming.”
Helmut warned. From the distance, people began converging on the scene.
The king, knights, and mages rushed toward the towering tree.
Restoring order seemed impossible; the tree’s magnitude rendered it untouchable. Burning it would ignite the palace, and cutting it down would send debris crashing into the city. From the outside, Veneta’s royal palace must look like a tree island.
As the crowd gathered, Rodril’s party stood with their backs to the garden, prepared for confrontation.
Helmut’s hand moved to his sword—the blade he hadn’t wielded in earnest since leaving the Forest of Roots.
But before tensions could escalate, Terra emerged from the tree’s luminous core, stepping out as though passing through a transparent wall.
The tree’s surface, however, remained solid and impenetrable.
The king approached her and asked,
“What is the meaning of this?”
His tone was grave, his expression cold and firm.
“Does my gift from Rodril displease you?”
Terra’s serene smile remained unwavering.
“This tree symbolizes my wish for Your Majesty to remain steadfast, like its mighty trunk, and for your reign to extend far and wide, like its branches. Please accept it graciously.”
The king was momentarily speechless, staring at Terra in silence.
Meanwhile, Teresa, groaning in pain, managed to rise from the ground.
“Teresa!”
Noticing her belatedly, the king rushed to her side and helped her up, heedless of the onlookers.
His concern for Teresa was clear, his affection for her unmistakable.
Yet Teresa, seemingly oblivious, focused her bewildered gaze on Terra.
“What… have you done to me?”
Her voice was faint, strained. Terra’s expression turned cold as she responded.
“It may take years of recovery before you regain your magic. Didn’t you know not to rashly interfere with magic from a mage stronger than yourself?”
It was an accident, yet not an unforeseen one. Teresa had made her choice, and now she faced the consequences.
“My magic…! How could you?”
Teresa’s face contorted with anguish. For a mage, especially one of her caliber, being deprived of magic was a devastating loss.
But Terra showed no pity.
“If you’re talented, perhaps you can shorten the recovery time. But even the Duke of Fidelis may find it challenging.”
This was the price Teresa paid for attempting to use Rodril for her own ends. And now, she could only stare at Terra in despair.