It seems there will be a summit soon with the desert country.
He must have been ordered to sneak in and find out about the situation in the Nyx Empire.
And that order would have likely come from his older brother?
The younger brother, talented enough to contract with a Spirit King, would have been seen as a threat.
‘Looks like they wanted him to get caught sneaking in and die here, but what to do? I have to save him now.’
The bowl was filled with blood. As it was unhygienic to use, I immediately disposed of it and flicked my finger.
“Fresh water.”
Clean water then filled the bowl, rippling gently. It was the help of spirits.
I dipped a handkerchief in it, wrung it out, and began by cleaning the blood crusts.
I hadn’t expected to be in this situation, but I was glad I had taken the handkerchief Derrick had handed me earlier.
After cleaning around the wounds, a breeze blew in, bringing herbs. I quickly sorted them into usable and not.
“Hey, this is a poisonous herb, isn’t it? Are you trying to kill him?”
The boy, who had been on edge, had already lost consciousness.
‘Good.’
I hurriedly moved, putting splints on the fractured bones and bandaging the still bleeding wounds. I realized the boy had countless scars on his body.
The skin around his shoulder blades and spine, which should have been smooth like the dunes of a desert, was a mess.
‘This is almost like a battle slave.’
No, even battle slaves at this age wouldn’t be treated like this.
Grown adult slaves were more expensive than young ones, so slave traders wouldn’t send an undergrown one to battle.
But this boy, because of his threatening abilities, must have had to fight from a very young age.
And it seemed like he hadn’t received proper treatment for his injuries.
“Hey, water. Aren’t the descendants of the Sun God usually not easily injured? And if they are, they heal quickly with proper treatment, right?”
The water droplets, reluctant to respond, moved erratically. I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the boy.
“Aren’t you going to treat him?”
The threat worked smoothly.
Obedient water droplets formed letters in the air.
[ My contractor has never been treated. ]It was not a difficult sentence to understand, but I couldn’t quite accept it.
What kind of treatment could a precious lineage like his be receiving to not get proper care?
I grudgingly applied medicine over the old scars. Although it was pointless since they were already healed, I did it out of pity for this boy, who had been driven to death, driven, and driven until he ended up here.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t treat you like this. I cherish what’s mine.”
Muttering softly, I crushed an anesthetic herb and applied its juice to the severe wounds. He was unconscious, which was fortunate since I had to stitch the large wounds.
After taking a deep breath, I skillfully moved my hands.
Being a naturally belligerent sort who enjoyed fighting, I had countless times stitched up my own wounds. It’s a bit awkward at first, but after about 200 years, you can suture without thinking.
‘But that’s in my original body…’
Right now, it required considerable concentration.
Finally, after treating the last wound, I stretched my stiff shoulders.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed outside. Everyone must be quite worried.
“Ah, but what about the coat?”
It was soaked in blood, making it impossible to wear again.
And a bigger problem was my dress.
I looked at my messed-up state and felt troubled.
Derrick and Lady Bertholdt would probably faint seeing me, and I had no excuse.
‘What to do now.’
Exhausted myself, I collapsed carelessly. The water droplets then bubbled up and orbited around me.
“Ah, trying to help? Thanks.”
The spirit’s skill was truly remarkable. From my sleeves to the fluffy fur on the hem of my dress, everything was clean in an instant.
Relieved, I just sprawled out.
It’s not something a queen should do, but I’ve always lived like this.
It’s not bad to live as I did when no one’s watching, right?
Saving a dying human has made me incredibly tired.
“Just wake me up in an hour. I’m just going to sleep a bit…”
Spirits are quite convenient.
If possible, I would want to contract with a Spirit King myself, but it’s impossible for a demon like me.
While indulging in such silly thoughts, I curled up and lay down, patting the boy’s shoulder.
So much had happened, sleep came easily.
‘I feel lighter.’
How much time had passed? The boy, Merriam, opened his eyes and first checked his body’s condition.
His fingers moved normally, and his thighs were strong.
Deciding he could stand up, he slowly raised his upper body.
There was still pain, but it was minimal.
For others, it would have been a month-long recovery, but his healing ability was exceptional. Coupled with a lower sense of pain, there was no reason he couldn’t move.
Water droplets gathered around him quickly. They were sent by the Spirit King he contracted with.
“I’m fine.”
Merriam didn’t smile. He didn’t know how to.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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