Bab 694: Divine Medicinal Brew

Tycondrius furrowed his brows as he tilted the girl's chin up and observed her dilated pupils, "Young lady? ...Are you alright?"

"Maybe she's just uh... happy to see us?" Krysaos offered. 

Tycon pursed his lips as he waved his hand in front of the child's eyes. She did not flinch, nor did her eyes refocus. 

"While I would love to assume the young lady is stunned by my handsome visage... I somehow doubt that is the case."

It was perhaps low of him to have surprised the girl they believed to be Sprig's sister. He had snuck around the young lady earlier with his ⌈Shadowfang⌋ movement technique as a precautionary measure. She wielded a spear... and a fishing spear to the knee would certainly end Krysaos' adventuring suns. 

However, upon facing her, the young lady seemed to... break? He'd imagine something similar would happen to his pocket watch if he neglected the regular rewinding of its mechanisms.