[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-148":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496322,1944,"Chapter 148: Finding Sellen’s True Body, Reunion with Jerren","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-148",148,"\u003Cp>The Lands Between, western Weeping Peninsula.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur was on his way to the Fourth Church of Marika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teacher, Sorceress Sellen's true body, was imprisoned beneath the ruins below that church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Arthur had already freed Master Lusat. The reclusive sorcerer had been sealed within a hidden cave near Sellia, Town of Sorcery—a place that only revealed itself after the three magical braziers in the town were lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Arthur had cleared the outskirts of Sellia before entering the town itself, which was why he hadn't discovered the hidden cave earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being freed, Lusat proved just as taciturn as Master Azur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur waited for quite some time before the old master finally responded—slowly offering him a single sorcery:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars of Ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An advanced form of Meteorite, it unleashed a far greater number of homing meteors, faster and deadlier than its predecessor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, it was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike ordinary glintstone sorceries—those pale blue spells tinged with green—Stars of Ruin burned with a deep, profound blue, threaded with noble violet light and wrapped in a thin white halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was an old saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power comes and goes, but style lasts a lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Arthur's level, strength depended on the caster—not the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was the case, why not pursue magic that was both devastating and breathtaking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was sorcery personally bestowed by a master of primeval magic—far beyond common glintstone spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the present, Arthur arrived south of the Fourth Church of Marika. Beneath the ruins there lay the prison of the Graven Witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cutting through guardians and clearing the area, Arthur finally saw Sellen's true body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands were bound to a wall tangled with roots, sealed by crystallized glintstone. She knelt in the corner of the underground ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur examined the roots closely—they were roots of the Erdtree, spreading from somewhere unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the colossal Erdtree visible from anywhere in the Lands Between, there were also many smaller Erdtrees—likely grown from scattered seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur hadn't expected the Academy to be so ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had they sealed Sellen with glintstone crystal, they had also allowed Erdtree roots to siphon away her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing someone's presence, Sellen slowly raised her head and met Arthur's gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apprentice… you've come a long way,\" she said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These bindings must have caused you some trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shook his head. With his current strength, breaking the seals and eliminating the guards had been trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sellen continued, her voice calm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since you are here, I must entrust this to you. There is something I did not tell you before. When the stars began to move again, my fate also began to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before the seal was broken, all was well. Now that it has been undone… I may soon be killed. Before that happens, you must safeguard this for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep blue gemstone, shimmering with starlight, surfaced from her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sellen's Primal Glintstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur accepted it. As he did, Sellen lowered her head, her voice weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apprentice… that is my essence. Everything… is in your hands now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur stored the gem carefully, inwardly marveling at the convenience of primeval sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By crystallizing their souls into primal glintstone, sorcerers could simply insert it into a new body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to certain shinobi villages obsessed with eye-transplant legends, this was vastly more efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Orochimaru would call this professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Arthur's thoughts wandered, footsteps echoed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight entered the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore an unusual helm, beneath which was a bearded, elderly mask. His armor bore the marks of countless battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had met once at Redmane Castle, and General Radahn had mentioned him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guest commander of Radahn—something akin to a sworn retainer. The two had once vowed that they would ensure each other a death with honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren also recognized Arthur—the Tarnished who had granted Radahn such an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You,\" Jerren said. \"The champion of the festival. Was it you who broke the seals here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur nodded. \"Why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I sensed the barrier had been undone and came to investigate,\" Jerren replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps you do not know—besides being a knight, I am also a witch-hunter. I was commissioned by Raya Lucaria to imprison the witch Sellen here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixed Arthur with a hard stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you—what business do you have here? Are you entangled with her? If so, I advise you to forget her. No matter what, she must die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shook his head calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That won't do. She is my teacher.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\" Jerren's tone turned cold. \"I thought you a hero. Turns out you are no different from the witches.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My character is not for you to judge,\" Arthur said icily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sellen lives. Even Radahn himself wouldn't change that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we will resolve this by force.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren drew his weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a knight's longsword in his right hand, and a staff nearly a meter long in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur did not summon his Mimic Tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren had been Radahn's retainer. Arthur would grant him an honorable death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur drew his own weapons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonveil in his left hand, Lusat's Glintstone Staff in his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordsmanship was impeccable, each strike revealing a lifetime of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur, by contrast, could only parry and evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His experience in close combat was minimal—almost nonexistent. He was accustomed to fighting from afar while his Mimic engaged enemies head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he could even keep pace with Jerren was entirely due to his divine physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as the battle dragged on, Arthur's extraordinary aptitude asserted itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His melee skill improved at a visibly rapid pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had wondered why Arthur refused to use sorcery. Now he believed Arthur was using him as a training dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur simply wished to grant him dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he used magic, Jerren would have been annihilated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To walk past an ant without crushing it required restraint—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a restraint far harder to master than brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur's growing melee skill was merely an unintended gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jerren did not know this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed himself mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by rage, he pressed harder, even weaving in the few sorceries he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Arthur had fully adapted to his rhythm. Faster attacks changed nothing. Every spell was effortlessly neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair crept into Jerren's heart—but a knight's pride would not allow surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonveil pierced his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren hunched forward. His sword and staff slipped from his grasp, yet even then, he refused to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Farewell,\" Arthur said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I prefer Knight Jerren to witch-hunter. May you ride once more beside Radahn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerren dissolved into ash, returning to the Erdtree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Lands Between, death did not truly exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True death—Destined Death—was sealed within Maliketh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most deaths were merely a return to the Erdtree, nourishment for its roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those blessed by grace could even resurrect—at the cost of part of their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jerren had long since lost grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Radahn, he had been abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no next life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur's words were only a farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the cruelty of the Lands Between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, one must raise a blade against those they respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur did not regret his choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between his beloved teacher and a man he had met only once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the answer was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To read 90+ future chapters, head over to Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1230,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.381Z",1,"novelbin.me","852c7df84201855fdea17d1dc7141df375c7178efdb151041353e79a8d9fde97","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-149","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-147",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]