On the streets around the municipal square, people were crying Lucien's name. Seeing that the crystal walls were slowly disappearing, they cried out loud, over and over again:
"Lucien Evans!"
No any other music pieces ever touched their soul like this, and no other music pieces ever won this much emotional resonance. They felt great pain and ultimate joy in the music. When Fabbrini started to sing, they were beyond thrilled.
This excitement lasted a long time even after the crystal walls disappeared. Although now they could not see the great, young musician who brought God's will to them, people on the square were still crazily showing their respect and deep affections toward Lucien.
However, in the Psalm Hall, the audience was completely shocked when seeing Lucien Evans collapsing to the floor like a falling angel, and they would never forget that moment.
Then, with a silvery-purple lightning flashing on the stage, the princess, Natasha, who was wearing a long purple dress, showed up beside Lucien and grabbed him with her arms before his head really hit the floor. Then, after turning quickly, Natasha took Lucien back to the balcony she was in within a second, leaving the nobles around the stage stunned.
The princess was quicker than anyone. When people realized what just happened, many started to feel certain that the rumor was true.
"Cardinal Gossett, please save him!" Although Natasha remained quite calm, her voice trembled a bit. Her hand held Lucien's hand tight.
Gossett nodded, "Only the most dedicated follower can produce this grand praise to the God. The God of Truth won't take away his life like this. I'll try my best to cure him."
Although Victor tried his best to come closer, Natasha was hugging Lucien in her arms like a mom guarding her own child. Staring at Lucien, Victor walked back and forth fretfully, until he saw the cardinal started to cast the divine spell on Lucien with the Saint Truth Badge.
Through holding Lucien's hand, Natasha infused her own power into Lucien's body, trying her best to disguise the differences in Lucien's soul when compared to common people, since he was a sorcerer.
Seeing that Lucien was not really dying, Gossett only used the most common divine spell for checking. Therefore, the cardinal did not notice much difference.
About a minute later, under the worried gaze of people, Gossett smiled, "He's alright. Mr. Evans just fainted, since he's been sick for some time and got too excited when conducting. Of course, if he does not receive any treatment for a week or so, he would probably die, even as a knight, but right now he'll be fine. God bless him."
The healing divine spells also had limits. From the Church's point of view, these divine spells could only work on the basis of one's life force. If a person's life force had been greatly lost because of some kind of long-time disease, the divine spells would also be ineffective. At that time, maybe only the God of Truth could save the person.
What Gossett did not mention was that Lucien Evans seemed to be a level-two knight. However, thinking of the relationship between him and the princess, he did not think it was a big deal.
"But why? As a young knight, unless being very weak or because of some kind of bad pestilence, he shouldn't get this sick." Hearing the cardinal's words, Natasha asked in a calmer way.
In fact, she was well aware of the fact that it was because Lucien cast the fourth-circle spell, Pestilence, on himself a few weeks ago.
Lucien did not do anything to treat himself after casting the spell on himself, instead, he completely relied on his own immunocompetence. As he wished, the disease brought by the magic spell slowly developed into a chronic disease, which was very hard for others to find out.
Gossett thought for a few seconds and said, "Maybe it's from his organ injury from before."
"I see." Natasha nodded, "Then please do something to help him."
Gossett reached out both of his hands and sacred light burst out. When the light covered Lucien's body, there were small, black clusters of miasma rising from Lucien's body, and the miasma clusters were seemingly made of invisible tiny worms.
Level three divine spell, Remove Disease. It was not a fancy spell, but sometimes worked very well.
Disguising the difference in Lucien's soul with her own power, when seeing the miasma slowly disappear in the holy light, Natasha put on a relieved look.
Seeing the look on Natasha's face, and the hands that held tight, the grand duke had mixed feelings in his heart. He had to say that he did not like the fact that his own daughter was going to leave him to be with some bastard boy, but also he was glad that his daughter finally went back to "normal", so the family blood would not die out.
Count Rafati grinned, "At least he has awakened his Blessing. Better than nothing."
The grand duke once told them that, no matter if the guy had awakened his Blessing or not, no matter whether he was a noble, and even no matter whether he really pulled Natasha back to "normal", as long as his daughter could get married and have offspring like a normal person, he would not interfere with Natasha's other choices too much.
The grand duke released a long sigh and nodded, "That's true…"
After Gossett cast another level four divine spell, Recover, Lucien slowly opened his eyes. He looked around confusedly and asked, "Why… What happened?"
Victor's brows tightly knotted together and he said in a very caring way, "You shouldn't have pushed yourself this hard. Health should always come the first place. Do you really think that it's right for you to hold this concert when you're sick like this? Couldn't you just put if off a bit?"
Hearing Victor's questions, Lucien was a bit touched, "I'm sorry, Mr. Victor. I was… just too excited about this concert, and I failed to stop. Now I'll take a good rest."
Gossett slightly nodded, "Mr. Evans, although the disease has been cured, you still have to take a long time to recover your life force."
"You almost made my heart stop beating, but I guess it was worth it. I was totally impressed by Ode to Joy, so I've got nothing really to complain." Seeing that Lucien was fine, Christopher joked a little.
Natasha released a sigh of relief and said to the cardinal, "I gotta send Lucien back first. Then I'll be back so we can have a conversation about his future treatment."
"Natasha, remember to tell people that I'm alright." Lucien reminded her.
"I got it." Natasha nodded. "You just take a good rest."
Seeing that Lucien was lying in Natasha's arms and their faces were so close together. Many people, including the grand duke, Christopher and Victor, put on an a slightly weird look.
After Natasha carried Lucien in her arms and left the hall, many nobles started to take glances at the grand duke, as if they were saying congratulations… The grand duke had no idea how to respond.
In the sky, Natasha said to Lucien with a smart smile on her face, "After you 'die', I think my father won't force me to get married for a long time."
Then her voice became a bit sad, "He knows how it feels to lose your beloved ones in a few years."
"I have to say that you're a good actress," said Lucien sincerely.
"Of course. I like drama a lot!"
"So when you suggested that I should let the musician die, you already had this plan to use me to get rid of the pressure from your father?" Lucien grinned.
"Come on… It just came to me…" Natasha put on an awkward smile.
"Friends don't lie. You can just admit it." Lucien lifted his eyebrows like Natasha.
Natasha switched the topic and looked around, "Well, we gotta get you back home first, so then I can talk to Gossett to make sure your next step of the plan can work."
Flying beside them and looking at them, with no facial expression on her face.
In the Psalm Hall, knowing that Lucien Evans was okay, the nobles were more relieved, and then they started to leave the hall, still feeling very excited.
What they did not know was that the moment when they saw Lucien slowly collapse to the floor like a black swan would in fact be their last look at this great musician.
After Christopher, Victor and Othello walked out of the Psalm Hall, when they saw the crowd that still lingered on the streets and around the square, they were very impressed.
Christopher said, "I've never seen something like this before. Maybe I won't be able to see this again before I die."
"Ode to Joy deserves this crazy affection," said Othello seriously, who just could not resist the power of this kind of sacred music. "As far as I'm concerned, Ode to Joy is the best symphony piece ever!"
Although he was right in front of Mr. Christopher, he still had to say so.