The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"So, now we need to focus our energy on what we 'haven't yet acquired.' It's some great rune that can dictate the outcome... no, that's not right..."

Haida and Ivani looked at the vanished Dragon King and Fran, who was deep in thought, and exchanged a helpless glance, remaining silent in perfect unison.

-

Deep within the sacred tree, before the sleeping Marlene.

To reach this place under normal circumstances, one must endure a series of trials. These include solving the puzzles of Platinum Town, encountering hybrid orcs along the way, and facing heavily armored, corrupt knights...

But thanks to the arrival of a mysterious guest, all these problems were easily solved. Fran's welcome throughout the journey could almost be described as "being welcomed on all sides," giving him a sense of homecoming.

"No one chased me along the way, there were no traps, and the Venerable Knights were all so polite to me... I'm not used to it."

Evian looked somewhat dazed.

Just now, when a venerable knight wielding a spear saluted her, she almost instinctively rolled and leaped with her Darkmoon Greatsword. The other party's attitude was far too friendly; hybrids even slide to their knees and bow upon meeting.

"When you become the King of Elden, all those who come before you will also be in this manner. But I hope you never get used to... always being able to draw your sword and kill your enemies at will."

Fran made a joke, his gaze leisurely fixed on the now-awakened Malenia.

She awoke from her tranquil dream to reality, donned her helmet, and attached her prosthetic knife… Suddenly, she realized that one of the newcomers' figures and aura was strangely familiar. For a fleeting moment, she even wondered if she was still dreaming. She knelt somewhat unrealistically before her returning brother.

"elder brother?"

"Well, it's me."

...The touching reunion of the siblings will not be elaborated upon here.

After Fran's negotiations, Malenia will agree to give Ivani the Great Rune she owns... and Michaela's price is the separation of the Crimson Corruption from her body.

This was a huge undertaking for Fran, because the crimson decay within her body had been born almost simultaneously with her and had, to some extent, become one with her soul and flesh.

Fortunately, Michaela had done considerable research on this, and with his experience, he was able to solidify and stabilize the contamination to a great extent, allowing Fran to finally remove the contamination.

“Once the pollution is removed, things will be much easier. Your sister’s congenital disability can also be resolved in the meantime; I have some experience with limb regeneration… Blindness isn’t a big problem either; we can just reconstruct the optic nerve.”

After the surgery, Fran said to Michaela, who was standing beside him. (Transfer) ☆羣♂}：一@∫〇∶ˉ0柒∶陆〖“jiu〕□壹／∪≡〈漉

She felt a strong liking for this demigod who looked like a young boy, not out of bewitching, but rather a kind of mutual appreciation between fellow practitioners…

After all, this stunningly beautiful young demigod was likely the pinnacle of the entire borderland's medical field. The two cooperated extremely well, and they could understand many principles without even exchanging words.

"Then I'll trouble you, Doctor. ... Please forgive my curiosity, Ms. Fran, where do you come from? In your world, is it possible to perform such medical skills even with a mortal body?"

Michaela's voice was polite yet had a youthful naiveté, and even though he used obscure ancient language, it was hard to take him seriously.

"In principle, that's correct. The technology I use doesn't have many requirements for the user's physical condition. But there are strict academic requirements."

Fran blinked deftly, as if he were having a technical exchange with a colleague from a different field.

"As for where I come from... let's set that question aside for now."

Michaela cleaned the blood-stained white robe and looked towards the direction of the golden tree.

"Next, the powerful fading one beside you should be about to enter the final stage of becoming king."

"Yes. When she truly ascends the throne and the cause of her illness becomes clear, I should begin my final treatment... and collect my payment for the journey."

Fran spoke with a mix of emotion and self-deprecation, then leaned slightly closer to Michaela, looking directly into the other's almost flawless face without flinching.

“Right now, I still have a bottleneck to overcome. It just so happens that you've already invested a lot of time in this project and achieved some initial results. Why don't we deepen our collaboration further…”

Michaela narrowed his eyes, his golden eyelashes fluttering slightly, as he precisely discerned the doctor's intentions from Fran's amber eyes.

　诒⊙%聆，♂〇＆＄〉《liu咎;§1∞∠毶～¤镏肿【转∝： “You mean... the fire-suppressing needle?”

“That’s right, this is the final preparation. Now that I’ve received so many helpful reminders, it would be foolish for me to repeat the same mistake…”

Fran clasped his hands slightly together.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This chapter will end here! Woohoo! I'll correct any typos tomorrow, time for bed.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Return of the Stars [Old Man's Ring. The End]

Inside the Golden Tree.

Marika's body was bound and pierced through the golden arc. As the Faded One stepped in, the shackles gradually shattered, and her sculpted, broken body fell heavily to the ground.

Her long golden hair faded to a blood-red hue, and many of her feminine features gradually disappeared... He picked up the divine hammer beside him, and the blazing light of molten gold gradually flickered in the cracks of the hammer.

That is the body of a dead god, the law of self-protection of the Elden Ring, the "Golden Law" of Radagan.

The moment Evangeline saw the Elden Ring suddenly light up within Radagan's mangled body, she felt an unprecedented and unparalleled tranquility.

She knew this was the end of her journey.

In that instant, a magnificent melody seemed to suddenly resound in Ivanie's mind. She gently stroked the hilt of the Darkmoon Greatsword, closing her eyes to listen... almost overwhelmed by the surging emotions within her.

-

Fran, who was playing the piano at the top of the sacred tree, finished a piece, let out a relieved breath, and stretched his somewhat tired fingers.

Then he saw many oracle messengers, like snowmen, wrapped in white veils, facing him. Although he could not see their eyes, their expressions were full of obvious longing.

"Was that harmony and playing just now yours? Thank you so much... I haven't played this piece in a long time and I'm a little rusty. Your voices perfectly masked the flaws."

After expressing his gratitude, Fran did not get up from the piano bench, but instead intended to respond to the musicians' request and play another piece.

"Is Dr. Fran very good at playing the piano?"

Heda, who had been listening intently for a while, gradually approached Fran, who was pondering what piece to play next.

Although Fran had previously said he was rusty, Heda didn't actually hear any mistakes or rhythmic discord in the piano playing. On the contrary, the music flowed smoothly like water, yet was filled with a thunderous, heavy weight, almost impeccable.

"Just some trivial skills, Sister Heda is happy as long as she likes them. If you don't mind, I can teach you. Speaking of the piano... Norrington probably won't have a better music teacher than me." Lulu

Fran stroked the irregular black and white keys of the piano and responded to her. Lu

“When I return to Norrington, I will pay you a visit to seek your advice.” Haida nodded slightly, accepting the invitation.

She is still happy to accept invitations not related to surgery.

"What was the name of that piece of music you just heard?" Temple

Upon hearing this, Fran gazed into the distance at the golden tree above the sea of ​​clouds.

The giant tree, large enough to blot out the sky, was now burning with golden-red flames, so much so that the entire sky seemed to be on fire, and the withered leaves were like ashes.

"The Final Battle. Fortunately, these little guys were willing to do the harmonies and accompany it with wind instruments... otherwise, it would feel like something is missing if it were just the piano."

Fran said, pointing to the round, snowman-like oracles on the ground. They were gently nudging Heda's body with their flutes, as if scolding her for interrupting the performance.

Why did the performance only begin after Irwini left?

"This is her last battle before ascending the throne. Having been her teacher for so long... I should prepare something for this grand occasion. How can such a solemn event be without music?"

Fran's smooth fingertips rhythmically struck the piano keys, stringing together a series of coherent and crisp notes.

“Once Sister Heda learns the piano, I will be able to try playing pieces that require duets again. Oh, although I can play four-hand duets by myself... it just feels strange, like I don’t have any friends.”

She didn't seem worried about Ivani, and simply played soothing music quietly. The oracle beside her gradually became absorbed in the music, almost forgetting himself.

When the music ended, a golden rune appeared on the ground.

Those were traces of Ivenne using the "Hook of the Finger" potion. She had promised in the agreement that she would summon Fran once all obstacles before the throne were defeated, so that she could witness this final moment.

"Let's go, Heda. Ivani has completed her mission. This house call is finally coming to an end."

Fran smiled and touched the golden rune.

-

Fran stepped inside the Golden Tree and the first thing he saw was Siwini-san, standing silently with the Zero Sword. Then he saw Lani, dressed in the Snow Witch's white robe.

She approached Evonne and began her interview with the eagerness of a gossip reporter.

"My dearest Evonne, it seems you have defeated Radagan and that beast formed from a golden meteor... Before you lift the Ring, do you have anything to say?"

Evonne pursed her lips, thought calmly for a moment, and finally shook her head.

"I cannot describe my thoughts at this moment, Dr. Fran... but I will head into the endless darkness and the unknown, cold depths of space."

"Upholding the laws of the moon and stars, I will cut off any external intrusions and interference at the border. This is the duty of a king, and it is the path I desire."

"But before that, Doctor, please tell me, what did you say to that nearly insane mercury mimic back in the 'Eternal City' of Noklon? We made a promise that you would tell me when I became king."

Ivani's memory was clearly excellent, as she still remembered this detail. Haida, who had been eagerly awaiting this answer for a long time, immediately focused intently and began to listen attentively.

"Oh, you didn't forget... What a blunder."

Fran seemed somewhat hesitant, but she was clearly not one to go back on her word. After a moment's thought, she repeated what she had said.

"Then that mimic asked me, 'Are you the curse of despair, the lurking birth of death, the mad fire that destroys everything, or irreversible decay?' And I told her, 'None of these. And you? Are you the perfect golden law, or the dark stars?'"

She didn't answer me, but just chuckled softly and left. So I began to wonder if this was the revelation I left for myself last time.

Evangeline is no longer the ignorant and fading being she once was in Nymgford. She has witnessed the ancient dragon king in the Time Rift and learned about many long-forgotten histories from numerous secrets and conversations with Lani.

"What are the paths of destiny? Dr. Fran, are you navigating the crossroads of different trends?"

"Perhaps, but I've forgotten... I should have realized this sooner. I'm so familiar with this border area, so why can't I remember who I treated last time?"

Fran looked at the remains of Marika that contained the magic ring, his amber eyes filled with excitement and rage, his lustrous pupils seeming to be burning.

"The era of stars is the last piece of the puzzle I've been working on, Evonne... Go and move towards your future."

"Is this what you expected, Dr. Fran? As always, very much in your style."

Ivanie smiled faintly; there was no longer any reason to wait. This stargazer, who had wandered aimlessly in Nymgford, had finally embarked on the path she had been seeking…

As Lani lifted Marika's head back into her body and repaired the magic ring, Ivani knelt down and took the hand of the Moon Princess.

A cold, azure, dark moon then rose.

In the moments before the final curtain fell, a shower of brilliant golden meteors fell, almost overwhelmingly distorting the entire sky.

Six is ​​the projection of the power of "supreme will".

It was like a chess player with absolute power flipping the table in a fit of rage after losing a game, just as He commanded the Beast of Elden to pierce Queen Marika, who was eager to rebel against the Golden Tree.

This is an anomaly and interference outside the established trajectory, and it should never have occurred at this moment.

"Is this the reason why the last 'me' failed? Well, without an emergency plan... this situation really couldn't be handled. I understand her."

Fran sighed softly, his fingers tugging at his tongue as he slightly opened his mouth.

Beneath the delicate, powdery tongue lies a bright red throat. Within that throat, a raging, insane fire burns fiercely!

The crackling of the flames was like the unrestrained laughter of a madman, lingering endlessly. So intense, so vigorous, so frenzied, it seemed as if it wanted to reduce everything in the world to ashes.

Without her noticing, she pulled the golden needles that Michaela used to completely suppress the manic fire from her slender, fair neck.

"Burn! Burn! Drag the gods high in the heavens into the fire and ashes!"

At this moment, Fran transformed into the "King of Mad Fire," a being of chaos and destruction, scorching the sky obscured by the golden meteors again and again until all the golden light melted and dissipated.

The night sky was no longer shrouded in gold, but returned to darkness, clear and pristine.

She slumped to her knees, exhaling a puff of pale white smoke. Even the dark circles under her eyes seemed more pronounced.

She looked at Evonne, her lips moving as if she were using her last strength to leave her a message.

"Evonne! What are you standing there for? You've forgotten about the doctor now that you have a wife, haven't you? Hurry up and put Michaela's needle back in!"

-

After Evonne and Ranie truly stepped into the dark stars, a misty haze enveloped Fran and Heida. Nine

Time seemed to have been sped up and paused, everything around us like a distorted, slow-motion shot, even still objects appeared to be flowing. Nothing could be touched.

When everything settled down, Ivani sat solemnly on her majestic throne. A wisp of Lani's spirit gracefully rested on one side of the throne's armrest.

"Welcome, doctor."

Evonne raised her eyebrows slightly, looked down at Fran, and greeted her in a detached, almost icy tone. She seemed like a machine, a celestial body, or perhaps a truly dimensional "deity."

"Yes, that's exactly how it should be! This is what 'severe personality dissipation' should be like! It's exactly the same as the case model I envisioned..."

Fran became visibly excited. She stepped forward to the throne, her expression almost ecstatic, her smile radiant.

Evonne remained as indifferent as ever. Finally, it was her turn to explain the situation to Fran.

"My humanity and my sense of self are about to dissipate. Perhaps this is the price a mortal must pay for ascending to higher realms. Maybe, even if you find all the possibilities of fate for me, you cannot reverse it..." Wu

She let out a sigh, which seemed to be the only emotion this faded one, now a king, could express.