Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot
Chapter 118 - 117 -Lia Awakened and the Conditions.

Chapter 118: Chapter 117 -Lia Awakened and the Conditions.

In Raven Tale, in the arc of Prince Lio Hector, Lio was supposed to awaken his power when he was trying to heal Raven, who was on the brink of death.

The condition for him to awaken his hidden class and jump past circle two was to desperately wish to save someone who was about to die or already dead.

Raven had known that, and that was why he had asked her to heal Siris.

Above all, the possibility that Lia would awaken something better because of the world’s reward was always there.

Now, as he looked at Lia floating in the air, he could tell that whatever Lia had awakened wasn’t a Druidic Healer like in the Raven Tale.

It was something greater. Stronger.

Soon, the green light surrounding Siris faded.

As the radiant aura began to settle, Lia’s form slowly descended from the air.

Her toes brushed the grass, and the forest bent toward her as though the earth itself were greeting a queen.

With each step, vines untangled beneath her feet, laying a soft path.

Her pink hair, now tinged with green, drifted gently with the ambient energy, and the final shimmer of light fell like petals around her shoulders.

She opened her eyes.

Not with confusion.

Not with panic.

But with clarity.

As if she had known this moment would come.

Everyone stared, silent.

Even the squirrels dared not squeak.

Then Lia looked at them—her friends, her allies—and gave a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I’ve awakened," she said, her voice stronger than before, touched by something ancient. "I’ve jumped three levels. I’m a fifth-circle mage now."

There were gasps.

Selena’s eyes widened. "Fifth?! You were barely a second—"

Lia nodded, lifting her palm.

As she did, ethereal leaves formed instantly, spiraling into a radiant sigil above her fingers, glowing with warmth and life.

"My class is called Evergarden Saint. It’s a class of harmony. Of life. I can ask for help from the plants, the animals, anything living. I can feel the pulse of the world. And more..."

She paused.

Then he turned toward them, her expression solemn.

"I can grant an extra life to my party members—those I designate as part of me. Once. Just once per person. If they die, they return. Revived. But... It comes at the cost of ten years of my own life."

No one breathed.

Even Alex stopped mid-joke formation.

"You can bring people back from the dead?" Jessy asked, almost disbelieving.

Lia shook her head. "No. Once it has been too long since they have died, I cannot. I can prevent death. A safeguard. But not to undo it."

Raven was staring at her silently.

Then Lia’s smile faltered.

Her gaze dropped.

"And I can only designate them... now. From this moment on. Anyone I name, anyone I link with my power now—they’ll carry that safety. But..." Her voice cracked. "...Siris isn’t one of them. She’s already..."

Silence fell like a guillotine.

The birds didn’t chirp. The wind didn’t blow.

All of them turned toward the still body lying at the edge of the clearing—pale, motionless, and cold. Siris.

The wild, unstable girl who’d bring her dagger out for every small reason, who had no filter, who terrified and amused and fought like a demon—

—was gone.

Rufus looked away. Jessy crossed her arms tightly, saying nothing.

Jake’s hands were clenched, but his face remained unreadable.

Alex lowered his head, muttering something under his breath.

Even Nibbles took off his little leaf helmet, holding it against his chest in mourning, only for Fluffy to come and give him an assuring hug.

Lia took a deep breath, whispering, "She was... annoying as hell. But she followed Raven to her death. She was ours."

Everyone then turned toward Raven.

He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t spoken.

He just stood there, staring at Siris.

His eyes were empty.

His hands were trembling.

Clara reached out. "Raven—"

But before she could complete her words, Raven spoke up.

"Clara," he called. "Can you take everyone and leave for a moment, please?"

As soon as his voice was heard, Clara stopped, staring at his face for a good while before she nodded.

"Let’s go," she said, glancing at everyone, and the others followed.

It was only when they were some distance away from Raven that Selena asked, "Is it alright to leave him alone right now?"

Her friend’s question paused Clara as she turned toward her, her brow raised in question.

"Why do you think we shouldn’t have?"

That question made Selena frown. "He isn’t stable right now—"

"Is that how he looked to you?" Jessy cut in.

"Not to me. To me, he looked completely stable," Alex replied instead, and along with Nibbles above his head, nodded like a sage.

"Aha!" Rufus exclaimed in realization. "She probably didn’t see his face."

Jake and Lia shook their heads while Selena’s frown deepened as she really didn’t see Raven’s face.

After all, she was standing in the opposite direction.

’Was he fine?’ She thought. ’Despite knowing that Siris is dead?’

As Selena looked at the group, humming the tune Siris used to, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

"You couldn’t be thinking that Siris is alive, could you?" She inquired, and in response, Clara smiled.

She didn’t think Siris was alive. Neither did anyone else in the group.

But for some reason, they felt like it was alright—that they didn’t need to worry.

They somehow believed—hoped—that Raven would do the impossible again.

............................

Meanwhile, Raven sat cross-legged before Siris, staring at her face, which looked so innocent that one might mistake her for an angel.

After a while, he spoke.

"Hey, wake up. I know you’re awake."

Silence.

Siris was as quiet as before, and Raven frowned.

"I know you have an extra life. You can’t fool me."

Siris was supposed to be unkillable, actually, but that was when her creator branded her as a complete product, which was some years later.

However, even without the creator, Siris had an extra life.

Raven could still recall how, in the Raven Tale, Siris had resurrected right after the protagonist had killed her.

Of course, the plot right now was completely different, and there was no guarantee that Siris had a second life, but that was one of the only hopes he had.

"Stop acting now. Get up, or I’ll leave you behind. Raven warned, hoping this would wake her up, but nothing changed.

Sighing, he opened his system interface, staring at the trade section.

The only option he had was to beg his divine sugar daddy or trade with some other god.

He grumbled, dragging open his system interface and scrolling toward the divine trade section.

"Time to beg Grandpa_Hot_Pot again... ugh, why does this feel like I’m sending a text to an ex after midnight—?"

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of glittering green wind blew past him, and with it—

"WHAT KIND OF MAN THREATENS TO LEAVE A DEAD GIRL BEHIND?!"

A fist-sized illusionary fairy with tiny wings, glowing mossy green hair, and an expression like someone who had just bitten into a lemon popped out of Siris’s chest with a dramatic swirl of light.

"Wha—?!" Raven’s instincts kicked in—he grabbed his sword and slashed, clean and fast.

The fairy floated still as the blade passed through her like she was mist.

"...Really?" She blinked, looking down at where the blade had cut nothing. "You tried to kill me? I just told you off for threatening a corpse, and you try to murder a fairy?!"

Raven lowered his sword slowly, blinking. "...Okay. You startled me."

"Oh boo-hoo," she crossed her arms. "I’m a shiny talking fairy, not a warlock in a hoodie."

"...You don’t know what I’ve seen in hoodies," Raven mumbled.

The fairy sighed, floating closer. "Look. I don’t have time for your trust issues. Let’s clear something up. Siris doesn’t have two lives."

Raven froze. "...She doesn’t?"

"Nope," the fairy said, popping the p dramatically. "One life. Uno. Singular."

"...Then why are you here? No, before that, what were you doing in her body? Also, is she—"

Raven paused, his fists clenched, but before he could complete his words.

"She will live," the fairy interrupted firmly, "because I’m giving her my life. That’s the deal. I’m a spirit bound to her since she was born. My purpose was to protect her until she found someone who could truly accept her. Then, and only then, could I give her the life she never had. A full life."

Raven narrowed his eyes. "So... you’re dying for her."

"Yes."

"...Why?"

The fairy floated down gently and looked at Siris’s still body. "Because it’s my duty. Because she was alone. Because even broken people deserve someone to fight for them."

Silence fell.

"...And because if I stay bound to her any longer, I might go insane. Do you have any idea how many times I had to stop her from licking her dagger like a psycho villain?!"

Raven’s brow twitched. "...Okay, yeah. That tracks."

The fairy turned to him, eyes glowing. "So. Here’s the condition. I can only pass my life to her if she’s finally bound to someone who truly sees her. Accepts her. Not just tolerates, not just pities, but chooses her. Like I did."

Raven blinked. "...You mean like a familiar contract?"

The fairy stared.

"...A vow? Like a soul pact?"

Still staring.

"...Adoption?"

"Oh, for the love of—" she floated up to his face and poked his forehead. "You. Have. To. Marry. Her."

Raven recoiled. "I—what?!"

"She needs a deeper bond than mine. My bond was friendship. If someone else bonds with her in a way that’s deeper than friendship, then the transfer can happen. And let’s face it. Love’s the deepest. So congratulations! You’re the husband now."

Raven stared at her.

The fairy stared back.

"...Can’t I just say I love her as a friend—"

"Nope."

"...A brotherly love—?"

"Nope."

"...What about cousin love?"

The fairy narrowed her eyes.

"...Okay, fine," Raven muttered, glancing down at Siris, who still looked like she was faking to spite him. "I accept her... as my bond."

He wanted to go on some dates before moving to this phase, but guess what? He couldn’t anymore.

So, he accepted it.

But the fairy frowned.

"Say, wife."

"...Do I have to?"

"Do you want her to live?"

"..."

Raven’s face scrunched like he’d just swallowed a moldy peach. He sighed, then looked back down at Siris and muttered under his breath.

"I... accept her as my wife."

The fairy beamed like a proud mother. "Good boy!"

Before Raven could regret his life choices further, she floated higher and began to glow brighter.

"Thank you, Raven," she whispered. "She wouldn’t say it, but I will. Thank you... for choosing her."

With that, she burst into glowing particles, sparkling like stars as they drifted down toward Siris’s body, fading gently into her chest.

Raven blinked at the empty air.

"...Wait."

Suddenly, Rave frowned, feeling off for some reason.

"...Why do I feel like I just got scammed by a spirit?"