"Master?" I looked up to see Celeste in my room.

As for how she made it in my room, such a thing wasn't difficult for an air deity who could change her size at will.

"Yes, Celeste?" I lifted my head. "Is there something on your mind?"

I was lying in my bed. I was just about to go to sleep, waiting for tomorrow to find out more about Jespain. I had felt Celeste's unease though, and so I stayed up. I usually liked to check on the girl's situation before I went to bed. It was easy to lose track of them if I didn't focus. I had an awareness of where they were and what was going on, but unless I thought about it, it was very easy for the many bonds I shared to be a jumbled knot.

Thus, I checked on their location, health, and emotional states. If they went to bed angry or frightened, how could I allow something like that? Ever since Celeste had sensed that Fairy queen, I had felt like something was off with her. Thus, I had waited patiently for her to arrive.

"Ah! R-right… it's just… I was curious, so while Master was in the room, I had spied."

"I know." I smiled, remembering that she had been at the windowsill. "Is there anything you figured out?"

"That fairy queen…" Celeste's usually complacent expression was unusually ruffled. "She wasn't doing very well."

"Yes." I nodded. "He said that a dungeon had a backlash and that it cursed her."

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Celeste bit her lip, looking less certain. "She seemed… sad."

"You were able to tell that?" To me, she had just seemed unconscious.

"I don't think it was the curse." Celeste was speaking far more carefully than I would have normally expected her to. "Or rather, a fairy queen should have been too powerful to be cursed so easily. I feel like she had already been in a very weakened state for the curse to have taken hold so aggressively."

"I see… should I have directly healed her then?"

If I had to, I could go in and likely fix the damage. My control of mana and miasma was pretty great, and so these kinds of issues were easy for a White Mage like me.

She shook her head. "As soon as the alchemist finished her treatment, the fairy queen was starting to look better. However-"

She paused again.

"However?"

"I didn't see her use the waters of life at all."

I gave a slight nod. "They seem to want to be able to replicate the waters of life. They think it comes from a fairy queen. They don't know how we were able to do it. They might put the vial into a dungeon so that it can absorb the lore."

"Is that okay?" Celeste asked.

"Dungeons can replicate all kinds of lore, but there are things they can do and things they can't do. Complex magical items, like airships, for example, cannot be replicated by a dungeon. If a dungeon could replicate anything, then we would have just had it remake Terra's body. Malacrum and Silvthril weapons also can't seem to be made properly in a dungeon. I used to think it was a lack of proper lore, but now I think it's just a limitation of dungeons. I believe Waters of Life to be such an item. Unless someone brought some in with them before perishing, a dungeon shouldn't have such an item, and if it tried to produce it, it'd only be a pale comparison."

Those were ultimately my conclusions on the subject to date.

"I see…" Celeste's thoughtful expression quickly faded to her more chipper one. "Then maybe I'm just thinking too much! Thank you, Master! I will continue to trust in you."

"Mm!" I smiled and bid her farewell with a kiss, but as soon as she was gone, my smile turned into a frown. "If it were only so easy."

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