“First, I need to regain my body. I can’t stay trapped in this worthless shell forever.”
“Is soul transfer magic possible with your current body?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to try and see.”
For the first time, Leonard trailed off, lacking his usual confidence.
In truth, the soul transfer magic he performed before his death was nothing short of a miracle. The question was whether such an incredible miracle could happen a second time.
Baron, aware of this, spoke with a worried look.
“Master, to perform high-level magic in your current state, we would need all the magic stones in Ershe, and even that might not be enough.”
“There’s Lancel’s Last Flower in the lab. And the Saint’s Tears and the Breath of the Red Dragon. If used correctly…”
The items Leonard listed were all legendary relics of immense value.
But Baron shook his head.
“No relic can compare to your original magical power, Master. And your current body can’t contain that immense power.”
“So what? You want me to give up and rot away in this countryside? Watch that bastard Maximilian take over Attilay?”
Leonard glared fiercely at Baron. The old man blinked quietly before speaking.
“What about using Cordelia?”
“…What?”
“If we pour all the power of the three relics and my magic into Cordelia, it might just be enough to perform the soul transfer magic.”
“You mean to use her as a medium.”
There are two ways to perform magic: the magician directly performing the spell, or using a medium.
Leonard looked out the window, his mouth tightly closed.
The sun was setting. He saw Cordelia walking slowly down the corridor, bathed in the crimson light.
“As you know, I’m too old to receive a relic. Your body is not suitable to hold magic power. But Cordelia is different. She’s young, full of talent, and her body is ideal for receiving magic power.”
“…”
“Of course, afterwards, the medium won’t be able to contain any magic. But if we compensate her with gold for the rest of her life, she might accept it.”
“You were amazed at her potential as a great mage, and now you want to strip her of her magic?”
Baron smiled benignly and nodded.
“There’s nothing more precious to me than your safety, Master. Even if it means the birth of a future great mage.”
When Cordelia returned to her room, it was already completely dark.
Exhausted, she opened the door, and three maids rushed to greet her.
“You’re back, little mistress.”
“Uh? Who are you?”
“I’m Rachel.”
“And I’m Mary.”
Two new maids she’d never seen before bowed. Emily, standing behind them, added cheerfully,
“Guess what, the house steward called me today and said it’s hard for me to serve you alone, so he assigned two more to help.”
This was strange. The house steward, always wary of Helena, had only ever paid minimal attention to Cordelia.
Until now, Emily was the only one serving her, but now suddenly two more maids were assigned?
Before she could ponder this further, the new maids amiably helped her change. As she undressed, something fell with a thud.
“Oh dear, a letter has fallen. Little mistress.”
Rachel picked up the crumpled letter and handed it to her mistress.
Cordelia let out a reflexive sigh. She hesitated for a long time, as if receiving something unclean, before opening the envelope.
“First, I need to regain my body. I can’t be trapped in this wretched one forever.”
“Is soul transfer magic possible in your current state?”
“Let’s see. We’ll have to try.”
For the first time, Leonard seemed uncertain, his usual confidence waning.
The fact that the soul transfer magic he performed before his death was successful was miraculous. The problem was whether such a miracle could happen again.
Baron, aware of this, spoke worriedly.
“Master, performing high-level magic in your current state would require all the magic stones in Ershe, and even that might not be enough.”
“There’s Lancel’s Last Flower in the lab, and the Saint’s Tears and the Breath of the Red Dragon. If we use them well…”
The items Leonard mentioned were all legendary relics of great value.
However, Baron shook his head.
“No relic can compare to your original magical power, Master. Moreover, your current body cannot contain that immense power.”
“So what? You’re suggesting I just give up and stay stuck in this backwater? Let that bastard Maximilian take over Attilay?”
Leonard glared at Baron with fierce eyes. The old man blinked quietly before speaking.
“What about using Cordelia?”
“…What?”
“If we pour all the power from the three relics and my magic into Cordelia, we might just have enough to perform the soul transfer magic.”
“You mean using her as a medium.”
To perform magic, one can either cast it directly or use a medium.
Leonard gazed out the window, his lips tightly sealed.
The sun was setting. He could see Cordelia walking leisurely down the reddened corridor.
“As you know, I’m too old to receive a relic. Your body is unsuitable for holding magic. But Cordelia is different. She’s young, talented, and has the ideal body to receive magical power.”
“…”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
