11.

The tent for the wounded was immersed in an austere atmosphere, saturated with the scent of blood and medicinal herbs. Beds were lined up in tight rows, accommodating injured knights, some asleep from the effects of sedatives, others struggling to stay awake. Caregivers moved quickly between the beds, rushing to provide emergency treatments. Sir Léon had been placed in a more secluded corner, isolated from the others to prevent the spread of venom.

Helia, still in her nightgown and hastily styled hair, wore Aldric's jacket draped over her shoulders like an improvised shield. Next to her, Aldric remained motionless and silent, casting worried glances at Léon.

Lord Bellair, having cleaned and sutured Léon's wound, was carefully finishing the bandage. Sir Léon lay unconscious, his chest bandaged, his complexion disturbingly pale. After finally removing his bloodstained gloves, Bellair spoke to Arthur in a measured voice:

"His condition is stable."

Arthur, still frozen, nodded silently, but his gaze remained dark. Then, in an authoritative tone, he turned to Helia:

"Now, explain to me what you've done. Have you found the antidote?"

Helia, busy checking Léon's vitals, hesitated slightly. Bellair, curious, also turned his gaze towards her, attentive and waiting for her to continue. She took a soft breath before responding:

"Not exactly... It's not the antidote, but a temporary remedy. It counteracts the immediate lethal effects of the poison, but I don't know how Sir Léon's condition will evolve."

Arthur furrowed his brows, while Bellair looked at her silently, gesturing for her to go on. Helia, a little nervous, chose her words carefully before continuing:

"There are certainly risks of side effects..."

Lord Bellair, clearly surprised, interrupted her:

"Doctors and scientists have tried countless remedies, and none have ever worked until now."

Helia nodded. "Yes, their approaches were correct. The problem was with the source."

"You mean... the action mechanism of the venom?" asked Bellair, intrigued.

She nodded again. "I believe we've long been mistaken in thinking that the venom from the monsters accelerates the heartbeat to the point of causing internal damage. But after my observations, I hypothesized that it works by making the internal walls of the blood vessels permeable, causing micro-hemorrhages. When the heart rate increases, these micro-lesions worsen, giving the impression that the accelerated heartbeat is the cause, when in fact it's merely an exacerbation."

A silence fell over the tent as Lord Bellair thought intensely. The clarity of Helia's hypothesis was undeniable, and he murmured almost to himself:

"So... your remedy is simply a coagulant combined with a calming agent?"

Helia nodded, humble but determined. "Primarily, yes. I also added extracts from plants with properties that constrict blood vessels, to slow the spread of the venom, as well as some compounds with anti-inflammatory effects. But I'm not an expert in pharmacology. I believe the formula can still be improved, even though it doesn't replace a true antidote."

Bellair gave her an approving gesture. Arthur, arms crossed, listened attentively. His eyes glanced at Léon, then he asked, his face tense:

"Could the side effects be severe?"

Helia understood that by this question, the prince wanted to know if Léon's life was still in danger. She desperately wanted to reassure him, but she knew she could not offer false hope. Her hypothesis had only worked by chance, and she was sure of nothing. The pressure mounted within her; she knew more would be expected of her now. Hesitant, she answered in a nervous voice:

"Well, the venom remains lethal, even in small doses... and the remedy doesn't cancel its effect, it only counteracts the most severe symptoms. So..."

Sensing her distress, Lord Bellair intervened to help. He straightened up and, in a measured tone, calmly addressed Arthur, then Helia.

"Your Majesty, Sir Léon is the first man to survive the venom thanks to Lady Helia. His condition will help us better understand the effects of this poison. We will do everything to ensure his recovery."

Arthur nodded, his gaze softening just slightly. He turned to Bellair:

"Very well. Prepare as many doses as possible so each knight can be equipped. Send me a list of anything you need, if necessary."

"Very well, Your Majesty," Bellair replied with respect.

As Arthur prepared to leave the tent, Helia stared at him, having hesitated since her arrival to ask a burning question. She realized this was finally the right moment and called out to him, her voice a little nervous:

"Your Majesty..."

Arthur stopped and turned slowly. His face remained grave, but there was a shadow of softness in it, an expression that made her hesitate for a moment. She gathered all her courage to ask her request, her gaze determined.

"I have a request... Do you know if there are any wild boars still around here?"

Arthur looked at her, surprised. A slightly sarcastic tone pierced his voice.

"You want us to bring you a wild boar?"

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with resolve.

"Yes."

Arthur looked at her with astonishment, but after what she had just accomplished, he refrained from doubting her.

"Very well," he replied simply, yielding without further discussion. Then, with a final nod, he turned on his heel and left the tent.

As soon as Arthur left the tent, Sir Aldric turned to Helia and said softly:

"Miss, you should go change and get some rest. You also need to have breakfast."

Helia was about to refuse, her concern for Léon taking over, but Lord Bellair interrupted:

"Do not worry, Lady Helia. I will stay here to watch over Sir Léon, and I will provide you with a full report upon your return."

Seeing the insistence of both men, she finally decided to listen to them. Before leaving the tent, she turned to Lord Bellair:

"I will immediately have the formula for the remedy sent to you so you can begin improving it."

She waited for him to nod before leaving the tent with Aldric by her side, walking among the knights busy repairing the damage caused by the wild boars. Around them, some were righting overturned tents and restoring the medical stations, while others, with grave expressions, carried bodies covered with sheets towards the makeshift morgue. The atmosphere, marked by tension and mourning, urged everyone to focus intensely on their tasks.

Aldric broke the silence, adopting a more solemn tone:

"Miss, you were heroic today. But your behavior was also extremely reckless."

Helia tried to reassure him, responding with a faint smile:

"Everything is fine, Aldric. You don't need to worry so much."

Aldric frowned, visibly annoyed, and replied, a little nervously:

"Miss, if that wild boar hadn't been subdued in time, things could have ended very badly! If your father hears about this incident, he could take it as an attack!"

At these words, Helia fully realized the gravity of the situation. As they approached her tent, she lowered her gaze and, in a sincere tone, apologized:

"You're right, Aldric. I promise I won't act so recklessly again."

Sir Aldric looked at her for a moment, then sighed, slightly more at ease.

"Next time, let me know before you act like that. I am responsible for your safety. I should never have left you alone in the first place."

Helia, feeling slightly guilty for causing him so much worry, lowered her eyes and murmured a brief thank you.