I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 611 - 522 Diana, the Moon Goddess, Runs Away with the Moon_2

Bud felt as though he’d only stayed a few days, but upon returning, more than a month had elapsed.

It wasn’t just him—some of his comrades in the expeditionary forces felt the same, and it seemed that Lord Gustav, the commander of the God’s Punishment Army, knew why, but he never explained it to them.

As Bud spoke, he cautiously glanced at the young Speaker before him, fearing that the other party would suddenly rebuke him for spouting nonsense, because it did indeed sound unbelievable.

“A difference in the flow of time?” Lynn mused for a moment; he certainly wouldn’t be shocked by such a ‘trivial’ matter.

Time, like space, is something that can be ‘kneaded’ and ‘twisted.’

The time dilation effect in the theory of relativity is one such proof.

Unfortunately, Gustav had died in the aftermath of the Holy City battle, his cause of death being the withdrawal of bestowed Divine Power, else he might have been interrogated for more information.

Lynn regretted this deeply, and his gaze turned towards the cage; besides Gustav, the one most likely to know everything would be this Star Messenger.

The black raven was clearly still angry, having turned its body around so that only its backside faced him…

“Great Star Messenger, to think that even you are unaware,” Lynn said with a tinge of regret, shaking his head before adding with conviction,

“But that’s also normal. The mysteries related to time and planes are not something just anyone is privy to. Perhaps even the God of Life and Creation is not completely aware, for our world is indeed too special, manifesting such a peculiar phenomenon as inconsistent flow of time.”

The black raven immediately ruffled its feathers, and its loud cawing quickly filled the room. “Bullshit, foolish native, that’s just your ignorance talking. The flow of time is naturally different between planes, and it only becomes consistent after being completely captured by the main plane…”

“So what is this capture based on? Coverage by Magic Power?” Lynn continued to inquire.

The Moon Goddess Diana had opened so many Space-Time Gates on this continent for a reason, most likely to achieve the capture of planes, transforming them into her divine domain.

However, this time the raven stayed silent, its pair of black eyes whirling around, showing no intention of responding.

Bud was astonished at the appellation Lynn had used just before, staring at the black crow in the cage, not understanding why the ever-talking crow was being referred to by the Speaker as “the great Star Messenger”.

Ivina was also somewhat shocked by this before she realized that, although Lynn’s words were filled with formal language, there wasn’t any hint of actual respect to be heard.

And surely, a great being would not be caged…

Seeing that the crow did not reply, Lynn smiled and didn’t mind, as the information just received was enough for him to sort out plenty of details.

“Thank you for the information you’ve provided this time; it’s extremely important for the Council’s upcoming actions,” Lynn offered his praise generously, stood up, and with Bud watching fearfully, placed his hand on Bud’s shoulder.

[Shaping – Shell Rebuilding]

A strong aura of magic power glowed within the room.

Bud felt a piercing pain and almost thought that this seemingly amiable Speaker had suddenly decided to kill him.

Fortunately, this agonizing pain lasted only for a few seconds, soon replaced by a tickling, comforting sensation.

When the white light had completely faded, Bud was amazed to find his left hand, which had been severed in the war, had regrown. He was so overjoyed that he immediately knelt down and wept profusely with gratitude.

After consoling Bud a few words, Lynn asked him to step back, then he turned to the brown-haired girl. “You’ve done very well, Ivina. From now on, you are free!”

The word ‘free’ was undoubtedly meaningful to all; it implied the end of servitude, the clearing of sins, and the status of a free citizen in the kingdom!

Even though hidden discrimination existed in selections for certain high-ranking positions like clerks, industries such as papermaking, iron smelting, and glassworks didn’t care about your past. As long as you were willing to work hard, staying well-fed was no issue, and you might even buy a house and lead a comfortable life with meat on the table every day.

For the impoverished citizens of the empire, not going hungry, not freezing, and having clothes to wear were akin to living in heaven.

Although Ivina had previously betrayed her allies in the heat of battle, delaying Eira’s transformation to buy time for their breakthrough, and had merit for it, she was after all a former spy of the church and a member of the Punishment Army. According to the Council’s laws, she should have been reformed over a long period.

Lynn would not exempt her from punishment simply because they were fairly acquainted, but followed the Council’s laws strictly, sending her to the labor camp.

He also assigned Ivina with a task, which was to figure out which of the imprisoned captives were seriously undergoing reformation and which still harbored ill intentions, plotting rebellion in the shadows—a true espionage mission.

Ivina had agreed without any hesitation because she needed a chance to genuinely see how the kingdom treated its captives and the lower classes of the Empire.

“Take this recommendation letter,” Lynn said as he picked up a sheet of paper from the desk, passed his hand over it, and a long string of letters glowing with magic power appeared on the paper.

Last time, the girl had performed well in the clerks’ exam, receiving recognition from many examiners, but her status prevented her from passing the assessment in the end.

Now, after spending several months in the labor camp and voluntarily bringing them intelligence about foreign lands, her loyalty was proven enough; hindering her future because of her status would seem petty for the high echelons of the Magic Kingdom.

This would also serve as a reward for her timely report of the significant discovery.

Facing this precious recommendation letter, Ivina hesitated, biting her lips before speaking. “Speaker, may I use it to request something else?”

“That depends on the request…” Lynn set the recommendation letter aside, asking with interest.

“I want to find someone,” Ivina said seriously, looking at Lynn. “My brother—Loth!”