Assassinator, Despiser - II
"…"
Helen's brow furrowed unintentionally, she covered her head slightly, murmuring subconsciously, "Why... can't I think of it suddenly?"
The moment her thoughts began to flow, an invisible barrier instantly severed them, leaving her to watch as inspiration slipped away, unable to continue her train of thought.
She gazed at the Nidhoggur cluster for a while, then shook her head, dismissing the odd sensation and attributing it to signs of soul healing.
Although... the duration was peculiarly long, much longer than Myron had mentioned, her memory was indeed gradually recovering, becoming more complete. It seemed it wouldn't be long before she fully recuperated.
"My knowledge… is still scarce."
The alchemist who understood Nidhoggur's workings best murmured, "Far too scarce."
Even as an alchemist, Helen's knowledge on the extraordinary level was astonishingly vast, yet she still felt that what she knew was insufficient.