Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 560 - 10-Elena, Your Father Is a Magic God?!

Eldritch was a being whose very name could deter hostile nations—one of the true top-tier powerhouses of the continent.

No one could understand how he had managed to recover so suddenly, but one thing was certain: Yelude and the Ogre King knew they were no longer a match for him.

And with the Empress standing nearby, eyes sharp and aura blazing, they dared not linger.

This… was the might of a grand archmage.

With Yelude's command to retreat, dozens of high-level warriors swiftly vanished from the valley.

On the other side, the battle between Leonchi and the Dark High Priest had reached its conclusion—both men were bloodied at the lips, but neither was gravely wounded.

"Hmph! You damn cripple… we're not done! I'll be back!" the Dark High Priest snarled, his body shrouded in dark magic as he transformed into a swarm of crows and fled into the distance.

Leonchi and Eldritch made no move to pursue him.

As the battlefield settled, Ursula and the others stumbled forward, their bodies battered and worn. They dropped to one knee.

"Y-Your Majesty… we failed to protect you. We deserve punishment."

The Empress raised a gentle hand. "You may rise. None of you are at fault. When we return to the kingdom, I shall reward you all."

Her gaze then shifted toward Eldritch, concern flickering in her eyes.

"But mentor… your condition…"

Leonchi, equally puzzled, took Eldritch's wrist and examined him.

Suddenly, the great priest of light gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"By the gods above! The 'Curse of the Netherlord'… it's gone?! Completely gone?!"

"The Curse of the Netherlord is gone?" Ursula and the Empress echoed, stunned.

Even the high-rank mage behind them stared in shock.

Just moments ago, Eldritch had been teetering on death's edge—now he stood tall and vigorous.

Could it be… he was truly healed?

"I may be old," Leonchi muttered, "but I can still identify a curse. It's completely gone—not a trace remains!"

"Even the chronic illnesses and lingering potion toxins that have plagued his body for decades—they've all been cleansed! His body is now as pristine as a young man's! This is a miracle!"

"Old fool," he grabbed Eldritch by the shoulders and gave him a good shake, "tell me the truth—how did this happen? I couldn't lift that curse! How did you do it?"

If he could master the method to dispel the Curse of the Netherlord, the Dark Altar's shadow over the continent would vanish forever.

Even more than that—it might be the key to a major breakthrough in magical medicine.

Under their intense scrutiny, Eldritch paused, recalling the events.

He glanced uncertainly toward Elena.

"Well… just before it happened, little Elena here forced me to drink an entire bottle of muddy water…"

"Then I felt something changing inside me… the rest you all saw for yourselves."

"But… while the curse was lifted, my mana hasn't fully recovered. Otherwise, I'd have crushed that bastard Yelude myself."

At his words, every gaze turned toward Elena.

The little girl suddenly found herself the center of attention.

Leonchi forced a smile.

"Elena… Little miracle healer… was it really you who cured this old man's curse?"

With so many eyes on her, Elena puffed up her tiny chest and patted her treasure pouch proudly.

"Of course! I said from the beginning I could heal Grandpa!"

"I also said my daddy's potion is called the 'Universal Antidote.' Doesn't matter if it's a disease or a curse—as long as it's bad, it works!"

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"But none of you believed me!"

"When things got dangerous, I gave Grandpa the biggest bottle I had! Even I haven't had that much before!"

The crowd fell silent in awe.

Even the fabled Curse of the Netherlord could be dispelled…?

Could it be that Elena's father truly possessed healing abilities that surpassed every known master on the continent?

To craft such a potion—he had to be a hidden legend, a secluded superpower!

As the curse's effects vanished, everyone's curiosity about Elena's mysterious father grew exponentially.

Leonchi looked conflicted.

He had examined the potion earlier—and it was just soot and mud!

So why had it worked?

"Ahem… Little Elena, would you… allow me to take another look at your father's antidote?" he asked, trying not to sound desperate.

Maybe he had missed something. Maybe the potion held a hidden enchantment.

There had to be something deeper—because no ordinary veterinarian could brew a potion that could break the Dark High Priest's signature curse.

Who would believe that?

But Elena turned away with a proud huff.

"No! You were the one who said Daddy's potion was mud water!"

Leonchi gave a sheepish smile, scratching his head.

"Ahem, I admit I spoke too hastily before. I believe you now! It really can heal. Please… allow this old man to apologize."

The sight of the venerable priest of light lowering himself to ask forgiveness from a child shocked everyone.

The Empress chuckled softly and ruffled Elena's hair.

"Elena, if you'd be willing… please show the Master your father's amazing work. We all want to witness the marvel of the continent's greatest alchemist."

By now, the Empress understood Elena's personality well.

Say something bad about her dad? She'll be spitting fire in seconds.

Say something nice about him? She'll love you for life.

Sure enough, with the Empress on her side, Elena relented.

With a dramatic sigh, she patted Leonchi's shoulder like a little elder.

"Well… since we've gone through life and death together… I'll give you one bottle!"

She pulled out another bottle of thick, black "potion" from her pouch and handed it over.

Leonchi received it like a sacred relic, turning it over in his hands and inspecting it thoroughly.

He completely forgot his "masterly" dignity—yet the more he studied it, the more confused he became.

"It really is soot… but how…?"

Eldritch couldn't help but tease.

"Soot? Do you really think soot could break the Curse of the Netherlord and purify decades of toxin buildup?"

"Maybe… just maybe… you're not as skilled as Elena's father and simply can't see the magic in it?"

"When I drank it, the potion melted instantly and felt stronger than any elixir I've ever made."

For someone like Eldritch, who had consumed countless potions throughout his life, the buildup of residual toxins was inevitable.

And yet now, every bit of it was gone.

That… was what truly shook Leonchi.

He nodded, deep in thought.

"It must be some advanced method of concealing the potion's properties. I just… can't see through it. This definitely surpasses master-tier concoctions."

"There's always someone better… I must study this formula! I'll spend the rest of my life trying to understand it!"

What Leonchi didn't know, of course, was that the bottle Elena gave him was just soot and water.

The one that worked?

It came directly from Owen's system inventory—a true Universal Antidote, courtesy of a magical system interface.

With the danger passed, the Empress knelt beside Elena, her gaze warm.

"Elena… I owe you my life. You saved me. That's a debt I'll never forget."

"Whatever reward you want, just say the word. If you want, I'll even make you a little princess of the Glacier Empire!"

"Oh, and—you really don't remember where your home is? I'd love to visit your father and thank him in person."

The Empress's intentions were clear.

She genuinely adored this clever little girl, and more importantly—she wanted to meet the legendary "Father" that Elena spoke of so highly.

After witnessing what that potion had done, everyone present had the same thought: her father must be a hidden legend.

If she could build a relationship with Elena, she could forge a bond with a god-tier healer. That alone would be worth any cost.

Elena tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The Empress was caught off guard.

"Big Sister," Elena said sweetly, "I've been walking for so long, I really don't remember where my home is!"

"But… since you said I saved your life, and since the potion was made by Daddy, that means Daddy saved you."

"And Daddy always says: A life-saving debt must be repaid with marriage."

"So… why don't you marry Daddy?"

"That way we can always be together! And you won't have to go searching for him—problem solved, right?"