Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? - Chapter 1907: Remembering Why You Fight

Chapter 1907: Remembering Why You Fight

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[You have received the {Special Test Quest}: [Create Your Own Alchemy Cauldron!]

[Master Felicia has finally announced that the first of the three final tests has begun. Gather with your friends and search for materials to craft your own ideal Alchemy Cauldrons. They must reflect your personalities, affinities, elemental resonances, skills, and more. Your master emphasized repeatedly that these cauldrons must be handled with utmost care and achieve at least SS Rank in Quality Grade. So proceed with caution!]

[Completion Rewards]: [EXP] [Special Items.]

[Time Limit: 3 Months.]

“Huh, not bad,” I nodded, trying to hide my excitement. “Did everyone get the quest?”

“Yeah!” Celica nodded eagerly.

“Oh wow, so we can receive quests now,” Celeste said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

“We can benefit from this power? B-But haven’t we already received enough help?” Ruby asked hesitantly. “I would rather not become a burden.”

“It’s fine, Ruby,” Aquarina said gently, patting her shoulders. “Sylphy’s powers have always been meant to help everyone, ever since we were kids. The System grants gifts based on certain qualities, like defying Fate. She’s the kind of girl who loves supporting others, right?”

“Yep!” I nodded firmly. “So don’t feel guilty. I worked hard to share my quests with all of you, after all.”

“Anyway, let’s rest for now. I feel like I’m going to puke,” Celeste groaned. “Come on, hurry…”

We all left our teacher’s classroom and decided to rest for the remainder of the day. I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and reflected deeply on everything I had learned.

Alchemy Soul, Soul Cauldron, and Soul Treasures…

I had been wielding the latter all this time without truly understanding them. My own System had granted me two Soul Treasures, yet I remained oblivious.

I had simply assumed my sword and shield were advanced weapon and shield mimics, but they were something far more profound.

In a way, Master Felicia seemed to comprehend my System better than I did myself, and that realization stung with quiet disappointment.

Perhaps I wasn’t as skilled at harnessing my own System as I thought. I wished I had discovered these truths sooner.

Maybe then I could have mastered their power more fully, or found a way to protect those I lost…

Yet even with that knowledge, it might not have changed anything.

Curse was gone because of my own carelessness, and I doubted earlier insight would have saved him.

Ugh, I always dwell on these “what ifs,” even though such thoughts offer no comfort now.

Wondering about what might have been, or what I could have done differently, won’t bring back the ones I’ve lost.

I hate admitting it, but I am still grieving Curse deeply.

It may take years before I truly move past it.

And Bark too.

I spoke with the Spirit King Freyr about Bark and learned so much. The memory still lingers vividly.

Something about a betrayal that led to his death…

I’ll need to investigate that later. For now, I can’t do much on my own.

I closed my eyes and recalled my conversation with the Spirit King Freyr.

“Bark’s past life was that of a High Elf from this very world, surprisingly. While Ivy’s soul originates from another realm or plane, Bark belonged here—a soul lost long ago. He was known as Sir Heckatarium Woodenhaven, heir to the Woodenhaven family of High Elves. A powerful Spiritual Knight and skilled swordsman, he could channel spiritual energy into his blade, armor, and even shield.”

“Like you, he was an Yggdrasil Knight, one of the Gardeners. Born in your kingdom, he later settled near the Yggdrasil Tree. His life was filled with tragedy. He lost his beloved and his son in a dungeon break raid. From that day forward, he devoted himself entirely to protecting others, especially the Yggdrasil Tree.”

“He was truly chivalrous! Despite his sorrows, he never stopped smiling or mentoring the young. He taught them his arts—blending spirit magic with swordsmanship.”

“I met him once in a dream. He didn’t recognize me as the Spirit King and simply called me a cute moth. Hahah… He was blessed in many ways, with exceptional talent. But that very gift drew political enemies from the elven and fairy kingdoms… ultimately leading to his betrayal and death at the hands of a former friend, the same one responsible for his family’s demise.”

Yes, now it all comes back clearly. Sir Heckatarium Woodenhaven—what a noble name! He belonged to a distinguished High Elf family, yet he never acted with the arrogance of typical nobles. He was humble, honorable, and kind. Perhaps that virtue defined every Yggdrasil Knight, every Gardener. Only the most worthy are chosen to guard the great tree… and I was chosen too.

“That traitor is a dark red-haired elf from the Cassiopeia Elven Family. His true name is Elferston Claudius Cassiopeia. It has been over a thousand years, so I cannot say if he still lives. His family is renowned for mastering ancient Arcane Arts, powerful magic from a bygone era.”

And that is the man I must find.

Learning about Bark’s past—his true name, his life, his betrayal—only deepened my sorrow. This vile elf ruined everything for him, took his family, and then ended his life.

Elves live extraordinarily long lives. There’s every chance that monster still walks the world.

So I resolved to honor Bark one final time. It wouldn’t be wrong to track this traitor down and expose his crimes… or end him myself.

I’m no savage, yet the thought burns fiercely after hearing what he did. Still, how could I prove crimes from so long ago, committed against someone I never knew, with no evidence?

I doubt Freyr would intervene; it would waste his divine time. I won’t even ask. This is my burden, my inherited vendetta.

Perhaps I should simply locate him and confront him alone. In private, he might shed his facade and reveal his true nature.

I would still need proof to bring him to justice… but even then, as an elf, he might serve mere centuries before walking free. Elven justice differs greatly from human law.

Yes, perhaps death is the only fitting punishment. I may have veered too far into darkness with that thought, but I want Bark to rest knowing his betrayer finally faced justice.

Or perhaps death is too merciful. I will find a way to make him suffer, one from which he cannot escape.

I rarely harbor such intense hatred, but this elf, the gods, and that wretched Evil God of Dungeons… they deserve every ounce of it.

And I will orchestrate their downfall.

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