Not only that—once a soul was transformed into Primeval Glintstone, it could swap bodies freely, just like Sellen.
As long as a suitable vessel could be found, it was essentially plug-and-play.
Frankly speaking, it was even more convenient than the Sharingan next door—and you didn't have to worry about someone stealing it.
There was only one thing to watch out for.
For sorcerers of the Primeval Current who pursued the Origin, overindulgence could cause their Primeval Glintstone to destabilize, leading to extreme glintstone crystallization of the body.
Of course, if you were the type like Master Azur or Lusat, utterly devoted to the Origin, then by all means—go wild.
Arthur suddenly realized something.
If people whose souls were turned into Primeval Glintstone could freely change bodies…
Did that mean Kurara and Kurariss had once been human?
After all, Arthur had never seen any other spirit jellyfish capable of thinking and communicating like humans.
Most of them simply drifted around their habitats in a daze. If you didn't attack them, they wouldn't even acknowledge your existence.
Arthur raised the Primeval Glintstone Blade in his hand and asked the sisters behind him,
"So… you two used to be human, right?"
"Yeah. Is that strange?" Kurariss replied.
Kurara nodded as well.
"It's nothing," Arthur said. "Just a little surprising."
He had traveled with Kurara for so long, yet she had never once mentioned that she'd been human before.
"Then how did you end up like this?" Arthur asked curiously.
"Umm… I don't remember," Kurariss said.
Kurara shook her head as well.
Alright—question withdrawn.
One sister was a natural airhead, the other had lost part of her memory. No matter how much he asked, Arthur doubted he'd get any real answers.
He put away the Primeval Glintstone Blade and led the two sisters out of the underground chamber.
For now, he planned to keep them with him.
In the entire Lands Between, only Liurnia of the Lakes still had visible stars. There was no way Arthur was going to trek all the way back there immediately just to fulfill their wish.
Besides, he wasn't even sure he could.
Ever since his arrival, it seemed the Elden Beast—or something within the Erdtree—had noticed the presence of this unfamiliar godlike being.
Arthur had effectively lost the guidance of Sites of Grace.
He could still see and activate them, but their functions—especially fast travel—were completely unavailable to him.
Fortunately, this didn't affect Melina appearing by his side via Grace, and the Grace leading to the Roundtable Hold still worked.
That was probably Queen Marika's doing.
Since Arthur had no plans to return to Liurnia anytime soon, the jellyfish sisters would have to stay with him.
Thankfully, a simple Shrinking Charm was all it took to reduce them to pocket-size and tuck them away safely.
The two jellyfish sisters poked their heads out of Arthur's pocket, curiously observing the scenery around them.
For them, everything was new.
Reunited after so long apart, Kurariss chattered endlessly, tugging at Kurara as she spoke.
Kurara, unable to speak, simply nodded along, occasionally asking Arthur to relay a sentence or two.
Arthur realized that he seemed to be collecting more and more "companions."
First was tiny Ranni.
Then spirit-form Miquella.
Now, two jellyfish sisters.
Still—this wasn't bad.
At least his journey through the Lands Between wouldn't be lonely.
Arthur's next destination was Castle Sol, where half of the Haligtree Secret Medallion awaited him.
He already possessed the other half, which he'd obtained long ago in the Village of the Albinaurics in Liurnia.
Once combined, the medallion would grant access to the Consecrated Snowfield via the Grand Lift of Rold—where Miquella's Haligtree stood.
Of course, Arthur could simply fly there.
But he was a hoarder-type player. He was going to visit Castle Sol sooner or later anyway to collect its equipment and items.
Since it was on the way, he decided to stop by first.
Hogwarts
Morning sunlight filtered into the Great Hall as students ate breakfast.
Harry was sneaking glances at Cho Chang again.
Fortunately, she didn't seem bothered. She even smiled and waved at him.
Arthur, sitting across from Harry, sighed.
"Harry, I've told you before—if you like her, go after her. What's the point of just staring?"
Harry hesitated.
"Forget it. What if she turns me down? That'd be way too awkward."
Arthur rolled his eyes and didn't bother continuing.
Even if Harry wanted to act now, it was already too late.
People said that failure in one area often led to success in another.
While the first half didn't quite apply to Cedric Diggory, the second half certainly did.
Though Cedric hadn't been chosen as Hogwarts' champion, his love life was flourishing.
A few nights ago, when Arthur had gone out for a midnight snack, he'd happened to see Cedric and Cho together.
It was obvious—they were already a couple.
Harry was out of the running.
Arthur cast Harry a look filled with sympathy, leaving him completely confused.
Before Harry could ask what that look meant, the Weasley family owl swooped into the Great Hall.
The elderly owl clutched a long, flat package in its talons and promptly crashed face-first into Harry's bowl of porridge.
Oats splattered everywhere.
The package, meanwhile, landed squarely on Ron's head.
Arthur reacted instantly, raising a magical barrier in front of himself to avoid being splashed.
Harry picked up the owl by two fingers and set it down in front of Ron.
"You lot really should consider getting a new owl," he said.
Ron nodded in agreement and brushed the porridge-covered owl aside.
Arthur silently prayed that the poor creature would survive a few more years with the Weasleys.
"So who'd send you something this early?" Harry asked.
Ron glanced at the label.
"It's from my mum."
He opened the package.
Inside was a brown dress robe—long, pleated, and unmistakably pulled from the depths of some ancient wardrobe.
"It looks like a skirt," Ron said blankly.
Harry burst out laughing.
"Matches your eyes! Oh—and look! A lady's bonnet!"
He held up a black-and-white hood trimmed with lace.
In reality, it was more like a formal shawl.
"Stop it, Harry," Ron snapped, grabbing it back.
He marched over to Ginny.
"This must be yours."
Ginny put down her spoon.
"No way. It's hideous."
Laughter erupted around the table.
Harry laughed the hardest.
Ron turned back, glaring.
"What are you laughing at?"
Harry, barely holding it in, pulled out a card from the package and handed it over.
"It's addressed to you."
Ron looked down.
To Ron.
Hermione, seated beside Arthur, sighed and explained,
"That's a dress robe. You wear it to the Yule Ball. Yours just happens to look like something your mum wore in her youth."
More laughter followed.
"But why would she send me this?" Ron asked, bewildered.
"For the Yule Ball, obviously," Hermione said, unable to resist showing off her knowledge.
"It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, held on Christmas Eve.
"Fourth-years and above can invite partners. Third-years and below can only attend if invited. Ginny's only in third year—unless someone invites her, she won't need a dress robe at all.
"So even without the card, this was clearly meant for you."
The younger students listened in awe.
Especially those below fourth year—many suddenly found themselves hoping desperately that someone would invite them to the upcoming Yule Ball.
Ginny glanced at Harry with hopeful eyes.
She wanted him to invite her—but worried she didn't even have a dress.
Unfortunately, Harry didn't notice.
He was too busy thinking about how to ask Cho Chang.
As for Ron, he could only accept his mother's gift with a pained expression.
Arthur chuckled softly.
"Honestly, Ron—what did you learn in Transfiguration? If you don't like the style, just change it."
Ron smacked his forehead and looked at Harry pleadingly.
Clearly, he'd learned next to nothing in Transfiguration—or lacked any talent for it.
Harry sighed.
"I can help you with the transformation. But you'll need to find a reference yourself."
He could manage the spellwork—but fashion design was beyond him.
Without a proper template, he might just make it even uglier.
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