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The following days passed in an unusually peaceful manner.
For once—
The Clover Kingdom wasn't dealing with undead invasions.
No devil attacks.
No assassination attempts.
No ancient ruins suddenly appearing from the ground.
The kingdom seemed to be enjoying a brief period of calm.
Though knowing Ben's luck, everyone secretly suspected the universe was simply gathering momentum for the next disaster.
One major event did happen.
The Titanic finally completed its theatrical run across the Clover Kingdom.
The success was beyond anyone's expectations.
From nobles to commoners.
From merchants to Magic Knights.
Everyone had watched it.
Many had watched it multiple times.
Several merchants had already begun selling necklaces similar to the Heart of the Ocean.
Young couples were reenacting scenes from the movie.
And several taverns had started using the phrase:
"I'm the king of the world!"
Without understanding where it originally came from.
Meanwhile inside the Entertainment Division headquarters—
A new crystal disc rested inside a heavily protected vault.
Unlike Titanic—
This movie was entirely different.
Magic.
Mystery.
Adventure.
A world hidden beside ordinary society.
The memory stored within the crystal disc contained the first installment of one of Earth's most famous stories.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
The promotional posters had already begun appearing throughout the Clover Kingdom.
The image of a young boy with round glasses and a lightning-shaped scar quickly became a topic of discussion.
Nobody knew what the story was about.
But after Titanic's success—Everyone wanted tickets.
Outside theaters across the kingdom, lines had already begun forming days before the release.
Merchants speculated wildly.
Some believed it was a story about a legendary wizard.
Others thought it was about a magical academy.
A few children simply thought the owl on the poster looked cute.
Naturally—
The anticipation only continued growing.
Meanwhile, while the entertainment industry prepared for its next phenomenon—
Ben was occupied with something far more important.
Deep within the royal palace.
Inside one of the largest ritual chambers ever prepared in the kingdom.
Preparations for the resurrection ritual had officially begun.
The chamber itself had undergone massive renovations.
Ancient runes covered the walls.
Complex magical formations stretched across the floor.
Mana-conducting crystals had been embedded into the structure to stabilize the enormous amount of magical energy that would be required.
At the center—
A massive circular platform had been constructed.
Large enough to accommodate dozens of individuals simultaneously.
Present inside the chamber were several Magic Knight captains.
Julius.
Fuegoleon.
Nozel.
Charlotte.
Rill.
Kaiser.
Dorothy.
Jack the Ripper
And several specialists in magical research.
Fana was also present.
Over the past few days she had practically become a permanent shadow following Ben around.
Officially—She was observing him.
Making sure he wasn't deceiving the elves.
Unofficially—
She spent half her time questioning whether Ben was insane.
At this moment she stood beside one of the ritual circles while examining ancient inscriptions.
"The process still sounds ridiculous."
She folded her arms.
"You are attempting to separate souls from living hosts..."
Her gaze shifted toward Ben.
"...while simultaneously creating new bodies."
Ben was currently studying several notes spread across a large table.
Without looking up he replied.
"Technically."
Fana blinked.
Ben finally looked up.
"We're separating souls."
"We're reconstructing bodies."
"We're stabilizing reincarnation."
"We're preventing soul collapse."
"We're avoiding devil interference."
"We're preserving memories."
A pause.
"Completely different process."
"..."
Fana stared at him.
"That sounds exactly the same."
Several nearby researchers quietly nodded.
Even Julius laughed.
"She's got a point."
The Wizard King himself was fascinated by the project.
Every day he arrived with new questions.
Usually dozens of them.
Sometimes hundreds.
The researchers had started hiding from him.
Meanwhile the most important objects in the room rested within multiple layers of magical protection.
The Magic Stones.
Five of them.
Each containing immense magical power accumulated over centuries.
Ancient energy flowed faintly from their surfaces.
Waiting.
According to the current plan—
The stones would serve as the primary energy source.
The elves' souls would be awakened and guided from their current hosts.
New bodies would be created through a combination of magic, mana, and reconstructed soul patterns.
Then—
The elves would be given a second chance at life.
A proper one.
Without possessing anyone.
Without stealing bodies.
Without manipulation.
Of course—
The process was still dangerous.
One mistake could destroy souls.
Another could create unstable reincarnations.
And if a certain devil somehow became involved—
Everything could collapse.
Which was exactly why preparations continued day and night.
No shortcuts.
No rushing.
No mistakes.
As Ben looked over the ritual plans once more, his eyes briefly moved toward the protected Magic Stones.
Five.
Only five.
Six more remained missing.
And somewhere out there—
Zagred's plan was still moving forward.
Whether the devil knew it or not.
For now, however—
The kingdom prepared for two very different events.
One would bring a magical boy named Harry Potter to the silver screens of the Clover Kingdom.
The other would attempt something that should have been impossible.
The return of an entire race long thought extinct.
Several days after the meeting inside the royal palace, activity within the Clover Kingdom quietly intensified.
The public remained focused on the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, completely unaware that another event capable of changing history was unfolding behind the scenes.
Deep within a secluded valley several kilometers away from the capital, members of the Eye of the Midnight Sun arrived one after another.
The location had originally been one of their hidden gathering points.
Now—
It had become the temporary meeting place for the elves.
Spatial distortions appeared in the air.
A portal opened.
Rhya stepped through first.
Behind him came several members carrying heavily protected containers.
Even though their trust in Ben had increased somewhat, they weren't foolish enough to transport the Magic Stones carelessly.
The ancient artifacts were simply too valuable.
Too dangerous.
One by one the containers were placed upon a large stone platform.
The moment the seals were removed—
The air itself became heavier.
Mana surged.
Ancient power pulsed from within the artifacts.
Rhya looked down at them.
Four stones.
The same four stones the Eye of the Midnight Sun had spent years searching for.
The same stones that countless battles had been fought over.
A moment later another spatial portal opened.
This time Patoli stepped out.
His expression remained troubled.
Ever since the meeting with Ben, he had become quieter.
Much quieter.
Though the hatred hadn't disappeared.
Not completely.
His eyes landed on the stones.
Then slowly moved toward Rhya.
"All four?"
Rhya nodded his head.
"All four."
Patoli remained silent.
"...."
Nearby, Vetto had finally been released from the ridiculous number of sealing spells Rhya had placed on him during the confrontation with Ghostfreak.
Something Rhya was never allowed to forget.
"You sealed me."
Vetto growled.
For perhaps the hundredth time.
Rhya sighed looking at the wining Vetto.
"You were possessed."
"You sealed me."
"You told Fana to burn you."
"I WAS MAKING A POINT."
The surrounding elves collectively ignored the argument.
Meanwhile another member approached carrying a report.
"King Benjamin currently possesses five stones."
Patoli's eyes narrowed slightly.
Five.
And they possessed four.
Together—Nine.
Only two remained.
The realization settled over everyone.
They had spent years collecting the stones.
Fighting.
Planning.
Sacrificing.
Yet now they stood closer than ever before.
Nine.
Out of eleven.
Rhya slowly looked toward the horizon.
"Two more."
The words carried significant weight.
Because everyone understood what came after.
The ritual.
The separation.
The resurrection.
The truth.
And perhaps—Their future.
Patoli remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.
"...Do you trust him?"
The question surprised several nearby elves.
Because it was Patoli asking it.
Rhya folded his arms.
"Not completely."
Vetto snorted hearing his reply.
"Neither do I."
Another elf nodded.
"Humans don't change overnight."
The group fell quiet again.
Then Rhya spoke.
"But."
Everyone looked toward him.
"He could have killed us."
Silence.
"He could have imprisoned us."
Another pause.
"He could have used the captains to eliminate us."
Rhya's gaze shifted toward the stones.
"But instead he revealed the truth."
The elves couldn't deny that.
Patoli's expression darkened.
Because every time he remembered the meeting—
The questions returned.
Questions he still couldn't answer.
Questions he wished had never been asked.
Who cast the reincarnation spell?
Who guided him?
Who benefited from the hatred?
And most importantly—
Why had he never questioned it before?
Far away inside the Clover Kingdom's capital, five Magic Stones rested within the royal palace.
Four more sat before the elves.
Ancient artifacts that had shaped the fate of nations.
Nine.
Out of eleven.
Only two stones remained missing.
And everyone knew—
The closer they came to collecting the final stones...
The closer they came to confronting whatever had been manipulating events from the shadows for the last five hundred years.
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