Chapter 112: Madame Cela!
" Fuck! I had just woken, and these bastards are about to plot my death! " Mark was startled, anger was burning in his eyes.
If they had the intention of harming him from the beginning, why bother nursing him healthy, in an aristocratic room?
The only reason might be internal struggles, or faction wars! And he mark was dragged into their mess!
Mark might have been saved by a person from one faction, but in return got enmity with the other for being saves by their competitors, or some internal conspiration might be taking at this place!
Judging from the auras they were emitting, mark could easily discern that they hadn't yet reached aura king cultivation, so at present these three posed no threat to his life.
" Bring it on, bastards! " Mark bellowed in before trying to get up, but a sharp pain to his chest has made him fall back to the bed, he was woken from.
A wound near his chest started opening, which caused the bandages he was nursed with, turn red.
" Ah!~~~ " Mark felt a heart crushing pain, which made his entire body shiver, his body was paining like hell, as if all his body was being spiked through tons of thorns.
Cough! Cough!
Under the nerve wracking pain, mark coughed out two mouth full of blood and was growing hard above the soft bed.
" No! The injuries are surfacing again... call madame Cela! " A young maid of thirteen years had bellowed out to alert others.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two maids ran out in unison to call that madame Cela.
" Haha! Seems like it had started prematurely, and we are no longer needed here! " That thin faced man laughed out before exiting the room with his wife.
Though he had some evil intent over mark, right now his presence was no longer needed here, as the wounds on mark were bleeding profusely, and might need him to death in about a minute.
The young maid was worried. Her face turned pale. Had the master she's serving with turned dead. By palace's rule the least punishment she'd receive would be to get cremated alive, along with her dead master's body.
If found or framed guilty, her entire family would be beheaded to serve it a warning to ill minded subordinates.
Though the rule appears unorthodox. It had prevented cases, where a maid may try assassinating her master in fury, even if her master had been a dirty lecher to begin with.
" Are my injuries surfacing again? " Mark tried calming down, he closed his eyes and started examining his internals.
Mark was puzzled, because, under the healing array and intensive aristocratic care, shouldn't his little body be long since healed thoroughly, without any lingering injuries by now?
But looking at his body state, it was no different from being pathetic and seems worsening as time goes by!
" Every thing seems good! Just what's wrong with my body? Why is it bleeding so fast? " Mark bellowed in without finding an answer to his problem.
" Ding! Host had been poisoned with blood devouring parasire worm's saliva, which is preventing host's injuries from closing in! " A matured voice of a lady popped in his brain, all of sudden.
" Not a poison! No wonder, I couldn't find its traces! Well, can this lady explain... what should this mark do, to counter its effect? " Mark asked while hardly controlling the pain from his open wounds, he couldn't afford to ask her identity, as he did not had a luxury to waste time.
" Ding! Just circulate mana and forcefully close those wounds for now, though the wounds would resurface shortly, help is comming it's way, so hold on! "
She said her thoughts in an explanatory way, she made her voice a bit charming, as if she was trying to seduce mark this instance.
" Argh! " Gritting his teeth hard, mark force fully closed his wounds by circulating his mana.
Though the wounds were closed temporarily, it would resurface again once mark left his grip over it I.e, it would resurface shortly once he stops supplying it with mana.
The cut ends of the wound were joined forcefully like closed doors of a room, where tons of blood was waiting on inside to gush out.
Once mark stops circulating his mana, these doors would become loose, and blood would start surfacing like before.
Mark was left with no other choice, rather than waiting for that unknown help to surface before him.
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In a remote hall way, few hundred meters away from the room, mark was resting in.
A woman dressed In plain loose white robes, was walking hurriedly.
She was carrying a staff in silver, with a green gem struck on it's top.
Her long brown hair was swaying away in wind wildly, as she was rushing towards mark's room.
Though she had her eyes bandaged, along with her face. The pretty figure of her was hinting that her face might not be bad if unbandaged.
Mysteriously she was emitting faint trace of devine aura, that's attractive, which made her appear distinct even from meters away.
Two maids that had exited marks room earlier, were escorting her to his room, so that she could heal the master they were appointed with.
" How is that possible? He was said to be fine this morning, how could his wounds resurface again? " The white robes priestess questioned in confusion.
She had full trust over her healing techniques and was sure that Mark would turn fine by the following day!
Yet from the reports of these maids, it seems that her patients case was not becoming better, but was turning for worse!
" Student Albert did you made a blunder this time? " Muttering these words in anger, she started increasing her speed.
If any one from the western warlord palace were to spot her figure, reverence would start brimming they eyes.
As they would be gazing at the figure of the divine maiden, a master physician who was appointed by the church, directly, to heal the brave warriors at this western domain.
But right now, such an existence was questioning herself weather the treatment she prescribed was wrong, or her student had made a blunder to a poor little patient.
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One minute later.
" Madam Cela! " The young maid who was changing the bandages of mark exclaimed out in surprise.
She immediately jumped down the bed and knowtowed her on floor.
The white robes divine maiden had just entered marks room, though she was exhausted a little, her mysterious aura had made her look grandeur like a devine being from heaven.
" Move away from him! Let me check his conditions! " She exclaimed out politely before catching the right arm of mark to examine him.
Few seconds later.
" Every thing seems normal, just what's wrong with his body? " She muttered out lightly in confusion.
Whoosh!
" Let me check deeper! " the bandages on her eyes got unveiled all of a sudden and were floating in air mysteriously.
Terrifying amount of mana started surging out her body, and the long brown hair of her had turned golden which were dancing wildly in air, as if each strand of her hair had a life of its own.
" Beautiful ! " Mark exclaimed out in surprise, and lost his concentration for a second at that moment.
" Ah!~~~ " Mark bellowed out in pains, as his wounds got resurfaced again.
He now had to close his wounds forcefully, exerting a great deal of mana over it for a second time.
When the bandages of her got unveiled, her beautiful eyes were visible outwards, which caused mark to lose his concentration.
The eyes of divine maiden was pretty, the golden pupil had made her look like a celestial, who had descended down to the earth to heal him personally.
" Parasire saliva...? And a king worm's thing on top if it? Darn them! "
She was lost there for a moment, thinking of the cruelty, the poisoner did to a little boy.
A parasire saliva could bleed out a person to death, even if a small wound were to be coated by it, the recipient would die within minutes.
But the thing of a king worm's poison was different! It could be adjusted to a specific time and be triggered when the poisoner desired to activate it.
Finally, when all the blood was gushed out, the poison would disappear by itself, and no traces would be left behind, such was the cruelty of king worms poison.
Not only was mark suffered with a single injury over his body, his little figure suffered multiple wounds at different places.
Small to larger cuts at different locations were present, so each served a site of bleeding point.
Coupled with a timer, the person could be killed at any time, from any location. And the death of the recipient would not be clarified and no traces of the killer would be left behind.
" Who played with my patient? " She bellowed out loud in anger.
" Do you think that killing the Cela's patient is that easy? " Her eyes turned entirely golden, and pure strands of devine aura penetrated marks body.
Whoosh!
The mana around her started to become dense and the maids were automatically pushed back by heavy winds generated around her.
His wounds were glittering with rays of golden Aurora. And the injuries started to diminish at a rate visible to naked eyes.
" How is this possible? " she exclaimed internally.
Her golden aura which went deep into his body got disappeared, as if they lost connection with her.
The wounds which started to close, once again started widening out abruptly.
" Ah!~~~ " Mark once again was crying out with screams of agony.
His wounds were paining like hell, as if thousands of ants were biting and chewing off his wounds, to make it larger.
" Challenging my healing? " Exclaiming loud bring displeased, she started using her staff and gushed larger amounts than before.
The entire room was shining golden and green, and the maids who were used to a side were looking at the body of devine maiden that was entirely on holy aura.
As much as the contents were flowing into marks body, each got disappeared simultaneously at the same time, as if what she was supplying him was not just suffice to begin with.
The wounds were opening and closing simultaneously, but mark lost consciousness by now after suffering multiple repetition of these cycles.
" Last choice, Choir Of God!" as soon as she activated her speciality, two white wings got surfaced over her back, and a silvery ring took shape on top her forehead.
Two mysterious hands in ghostly white, got revealed from the opened white doors and smashed mark from both sides.
Boom!
A huge blast took place, which left the whole of the room in white mist.
But mysteriously each particle of this mist was going in rounds, around mark, and went deep into his wounds slowly.
Finally the long cycle of healing and opening of the wounds was overed.
This time the wounds were healed till they had closen thoroughly, without leaving a trace behind. Marks skin was shining brightly as if all the holy aura from her got sucked into him.
The devine maiden fell to the floor, the silver ring on her forehead got disappeared.
The shining white wings lost into nothingness and her initial beautiful shining skin got aged up a little.
The brown hair of her had turned pale which slowly got converted to strands of grey and white.
" Hah... I saved him at last! " She then got above, slowly recovering her aura and turned young again, as if the aged self of her was just some mirage to begin with.
" It was a tough case it begin with, but got dealt at last! " She exclaimed out with a sense of satisfaction, before tossing a pouch of medications to a senior maid in the room.
" I don't know how he got infested with that poison, but listen well. Had this case be repeated again, this Cela would not be so forgiving again? "
She was scolding them thoroughly, as her patient got poisoned under their care. As the last time she checked on his wounds it was not coated with such poison to begin with.
So the only explanation was it should had happened after her treatment.
After telling them the prescriptions to follow, she left the room and walked straight towards her quarters at a high speed.
She was puzzled about Mark's case and want to go through her library before comming to a conclusion.
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Mark slowly opened his eyes.
" So I haven't died yet! " Mark looked around confirming that he was still in that same room he was before.
" Was she was the help that lady mentioned before! But who's that lady to begin with, that exactly was disguising as system? " Mark questioned out in surprise.
" Hey lady from before who are you exactly? " Mark questioned out.
Now that he was headed, and didn't had a need to worry about his injuries from resurfacing, he asked her openly.
" Ding! Responding to host! My good name is Aina! Assigned as a temporary guide to slayer named Mark White in his stay at Merclaive's continent! "
Again that same matured voice of the lady got popped up in his mind.
" Aina! Temporary guide! " Mark was puzzled a little.
" Just who are you? And what's your existence? " Mark questioned out in curiosity.
" Ding! Resounding to host! Host needs to become a third order slayer to access that classified information! " she exclaimed out as if it was natural.
" Third order! Third order! It's Third order slayer again? "
Mark almost cursed at this guide in impulse. All were asking him to become a third order slayer, as if it was some simple task to begin with!
Mark needs to kill about five mutants or such to become that third order she mentioned about. Just how strong would the emotion of mark would flow when he was mentioned with that name to begin with.
Author's notes:
Characters added:
1. Madame cela : The devine maiden that headed him.
2. The little young maid : The one that nursed him with bandages.