“Huh? What’s wrong, Ethan?”
She quickly placed her hand on his forehead.
“What’s wrong? Did you happen to come into contact with a patient in the temple?”
If, by any chance, a pathogen had clung to his cufflink, then Ethan was also not free from the bubonic plague.
“Ethan, this can’t go on. Try lying down on a bed. My healing power doesn’t have much effect, so if you—”
“Reina. I’m alright.”
She had her hand on his cheek as she urgently tried to gauge his expression, but he reached up and gently took her hand off.
“But your expression wasn’t good just now. You’re not hiding your pain from me, are you?”
A mysterious look flashed across his eyes for a moment. Soon after, he returned to the original Ethan, and he shook his head as he smiled.
“I’m just a little surprised that you have the power of Chetrasiu, Reina. You don’t have to worry.”
* * *
After dinner with Reina, Ethan returned to his room.
As he entered, he snapped his fingers lightly, and a small lamp on the desk promptly lit up.
The furniture in the room was soon illuminated.
Thud, thud. Ethan walked to the desk with a lamp. Sitting silently in his chair, he raised his arm to the lamp, where the fire was shining the brightest.
It was the arm that Reina had healed.
He brushed his fingertips across the area where the wound should have been, but nothing at all caught against his fingers. That’s how perfect Reina’s healing had been.
As Ethan looked down at his arm in silence for a moment, he unclasped his cufflink and fiddled with it.
“So, don’t do this again. Don’t hurt yourself and say that it’s for my sake.”
For him, this was a level of pain that didn’t even feel like an ant’s bite… But of course, it was impossible not to heed her words.
Ethan reached out and picked up a brown bottle of rubbing alcohol on his desk. After pouring an ample amount on a piece of cotton cloth, he used that to wipe the cufflink.
Then, he held the cufflink above his arm.
Right. Even this much would elicit Reina’s compassion. With that thought in mind, he pierced his forearm with the cufflink’s sharp tip.
Drip, drip. Bright red blood dripped from the small puncture.
Faced with the distinctive, metallic smell of blood, Ethan began to pour out healing power onto his arm.
At first, he started out with a very weak level of mana, then he gradually increased it to a level of divine power that no one else would have been able to reach. That’s how he healed.
Then, the blood stopped, and his skin started to regenerate partially. A prickly sensation came up from around the small puncture.
But that was all.
His healing power was, with no exaggeration, being worshiped by the Chetrasiu religion due to him being able to heal a wound in one minute, but…
The extent of his healing abilities stopped at only halting the flow of blood and regenerating the skin partially.
“But how did Reina…”
How did she completely heal a wound in just ten seconds?
And that wasn’t the only thing.
A wielder of the poison arts second only to the first Marquis of Chantra.
Reina had that moniker attached to her identity. It was impossible for something like that to coexist with Chetrasiu’s power in just one person.
“Even my father… or even my mother… Nobody knows that I somehow manifested Chetrasiu’s power.”
If they had known, they would have turned everything upside down by now. In other words, they’d have thought that Reina’s life was time-limited.
Chetrasiu’s power was a power to remove impurities that weren’t supposed to be in the body, and it would promote proper circulation.
But that kind of divine power had manifested in a wielder of poison?
That divine power would have constantly tried to remove the poison in her body. The typical poison wielder was someone who lived and breathed poison, and so if they had this kind of healing power, they would have suffered greatly from physical and mental stress to the point of reaching an untimely death.
In a normal human body, it was tantamount to having one’s blood replaced by boiling water.
Ethan swept a hand over his face out of confusion.
Reina seemed to be unaware of the extent of her power. That’s why she didn’t even know how serious this was.
“For a poison wielder to have healing power… It’s kind of weird, right?”
Exactly. If she was truly aware of her circumstances, how would she have been able to say that with a smile?
A poison wielder would only be able to accept healing power into their system only if they had a powerful Chetrasiu mage—like a person from House Bohr—staying with that poison wielder for 24 hours a day, 365 days a year for 10 years.
In that manner, the poison wielder’s broken balance would be sufficiently recovered. That’s how the poison wielders of House Chantra could endure temporary treatment through the power of Chetrasiu.
Thus, there might be a reason why Reina wasn’t thinking deeply about how unusual it was for a Chantra like herself to manifest Chetrasiu’s power.
“But it’s divine power…”
In other words, the power of Chetrasiu—which was superior to what Ethan had himself—had been with Reina since she was born.
The only person in the room stood up from his seat. A despairing expression was upon his face.
“Reina, I… I will never let you die.”
He paced around the room many times, but after a while, he stopped doing so. He made up his mind.
The air around the room began to distort.
As the air produced a violent vibration, his figure gradually faded until he completely disappeared.
Only the dim glow of candlelight remained in that space.
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