In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

Chapter 57 A Sense Of Relief

Miaomiao, perched atop Marcus's back, was scolding the dragon.

[You fool! Can't you walk more steadily?]

[This is the best I can do, ma'am. Please, have mercy on me.]

[Hmph! Foolish Max! Stupid Max!]

Despite her harsh words, Miaomiao gently patted Marcus's head with a paw, softening the blow.

[Don't cry, or you'll truly be a foolish dragon.]

Watching the two bicker in their own way brought a smile to Michael's face.

Meanwhile, Alfred prodded the groggy Leonardo awake in the annex where he had been bound.

"You have two choices," Alfred said bluntly. "You can spend the rest of your life imprisoned for offering the souls of villagers and knights to the Outsider, or you can be executed and resurrected to serve Michael."

Leonardo's eyes sparkled as though the choice was obvious.

"Execution, of course!" he exclaimed without hesitation.

Alfred turned to Hope with a smug look, as if to say, See? I told you.

Hope sighed, shaking his head as he handed over five gold coins, losing their bet for the 37th time.

Fearing Leonardo might resurrect in his current state, they decided to administer poison beforehand. Leonardo, utterly unfazed by the idea of death, calmly drank the poison as though it were water.

Here's the second part of Chapter 29, translated into English and converted into the third person narrative style:

Michael felt a chill run down his spine. As Leonardo took his last breath, he looked directly at Michael and smiled brightly—an unsettling sight for someone moments from death.

He felt no desire to revive him. But leaving someone who had paid the price for their sins without completing their penance wouldn't sit right. Reluctantly, Michael hesitantly placed his hand on Leonardo's corpse.

Once again, the knowledge of what to do came instinctively.

"Resurrectionis electio."

Leonardo revived, his pale, bloodless face smiling eerily as he knelt before Michael. His crimson eyes glowed unnaturally—an appearance that would surely invite fiery judgment if he stepped outside.

"Grandfather… I don't think he came back as a human," Michael remarked, his voice uneasy.

Alfred studied Leonardo for a long moment.

"He's become a yoma," Alfred declared. "Things have just gotten more complicated."

At the mention of the word yoma, Leonardo's head snapped up in alarm.

"A yoma? Are you saying I've become a yoma? Oh, this is…"

Before Leonardo could finish, Michael interrupted, "I didn't expect this power to work like this…"

But before he could elaborate, Leonardo raised his hands in excitement, cutting him off.

"This is incredible! I've always wanted to be different from everyone else!"

"…Oh. Well, if you're happy about it, I suppose that's fine…" Michael muttered, unsure how to respond to the enthusiasm.

As Michael watched Leonardo in disbelief, he turned to Alfred and asked, "Even if he's useful, we can't exactly take him anywhere like this, can we?"

Alfred gave Michael a curious look.

"That's not an issue. All you need to do is register him as a familiar with the central office in the capital. Of course, it'll complicate matters since I'll have to go personally," Alfred explained.

"Wait… register him as a familiar?" Michael asked, confused.

"Exactly. Did you think yoma didn't exist in this world? Far from it. The capital even has an office specifically for managing registered yoma. As long as he's registered properly, it won't be a problem—so long as we avoid the Church of Radiance's territories."

Michael frowned, his assumptions about the world shaken.

"I thought all yoma and demons were burned at the stake…"

"Demons, yes—they're always burned. An unregistered yoma will be burned if caught causing trouble, and even registered ones will face the same fate if they harm humans without their master's command."

"So yoma can only act under human supervision?"

"Precisely."

Michael realized he had misunderstood Alfred all along. He had always envisioned his grandfather as a zealot who eradicated all evil beings indiscriminately. But in reality, Alfred was pragmatic, caring only about rightful vengeance and following a rational approach in most matters.

"So, all we need to do is register Leonardo at this central office?" Michael asked.

"Exactly. Most of the maids and servants in executioner households are such beings. They're convenient, and they live forever. Our family didn't need one before, but now we have one," Alfred said.

Leonardo, who had looked uneasy at first, seemed to relax as the conversation went on.

"Still, Leonardo," Alfred said, his tone turning critical, "you're a yoma now, but you can't even manage your appearance?"

Leonardo blinked, realization dawning. He began touching his body, and moments later, his scrawny frame and unkempt hair transformed into that of a handsome man.

"This… this is amazing! I'm so glad I've been given the chance to serve you, Master!" Leonardo exclaimed, his eyes brimming with tears as he admired his new appearance.

Michael sighed, torn between sympathy and exhaustion.

"Well, Grandfather, I was already planning to travel to the capital soon for my heir appointment. Why don't we take him with us then?"

"That works. I'll arrange for permission to leave the five estates under my jurisdiction," Alfred replied.

"By the way, Grandfather, why is it that executioners can't leave their assigned territories without permission?"

"Simple: overlapping jurisdictions would cause chaos. Each executioner family has inherited the duty of protecting its designated region, which includes wielding the ability to perceive the essence of others. When I leave my territory, my successor temporarily assumes my role. If I need to cross into someone else's territory, I must get their approval first," Alfred explained.

Michael nodded in understanding.

"So until Leonardo is registered, he'll have to remain hidden here," he said.

Alfred smiled faintly.

"I'll issue the necessary documents. As an executioner and priest of the God of Death, I'll certify him as an official familiar of this jurisdiction. That'll ensure he won't be suddenly taken away and burned."

The fear Michael had once felt upon arriving in this world—of being mistaken for a demon or the like and executed—suddenly felt laughable