บท 12: Getting Used to It and Unexpected Answers
The next morning
In the room, Roel was already awake, sitting on his bed with his eyes closed, resembling someone in meditation.
"Ugh... Indeed, my mage powers are completely lost, and all ten core disks within me are now destroyed." Roel sighed helplessly and in frustration as he opened his eyes.
The poison of the Hell King truly lived up to its scary reputation.
Now, he was truly just an ordinary person—no, correction, he was even weaker than an average individual, as the poison had utterly ravaged his entire magic circuit and inner body.
Had Freya not halted the poison in time, he would have perished on the spot.
"This method is exceedingly cruel, intending to obliterate me discreetly." A shiver ran down his spine as he finally grasped the true extent of Julius' ruthlessness; what he had witnessed before was merely the tip of the iceberg.
"Hah~" Roel slumped against the bed, a sense of weakness and hopelessness washing over him.
He understood that seeking revenge against Julius was an impossibility.
How could he contemplate revenge against Julius when he himself had become nothing more than a trash?
The youngest Level 10 mage in history was now reduced to a mere name.
Gradually, he regained his composure for a fleeting moment.
"No matter what, every problem has a solution!" He whispered in a hushed tone, not as despondent as before.
Just as he began to drift into contemplation, a sudden knock echoed on his bedroom door.
"Knock!"
Subsequently, the door creaked open, revealing Freya holding a tray of food on the other side.
"Are you awake, Roen? I brought you some food." Freya spoke in a gentle tone as she approached him slowly.
Roel was slightly taken aback to see her today, as the current Freya appeared exceptionally beautiful and more graceful than ever.
The flowing white dress complemented her snow-white hair perfectly.
Her red eyes also looked gentle without showing any pressure like yesterday, which made him a bit nervous.
However pleasing her appearance, it was crucial to remember that this woman was none other than the legendary Calamity, hailing from the notorious black dragon clan known for its ruthless nature!
"Gulp!" Involuntarily, he swallowed and quickly snapped back to reality, feigning a smile as he looked at her.
"Ah! Thank you, Miss—uh, I mean Freya," Roel expressed his gratitude politely.
"No worries, and you must have been starving since last night, correct?" Freya positioned the tray of food on the table near the bed and then moved to the chair at the room's end, situating it next to Roel.
Roel shook his head and responded, "Actually, you don't need to bother, as I'm not particularly hungry, but..."
Just as he intended to complete his sentence, an awkward noise suddenly interrupted him.
"Grr~"
The noise caused Roel and Freya to lapse into momentary silence, and a flush of embarrassment stained Roel's cheeks.
"Pfft! Despite your words, your stomach seems to disagree," Freya chuckled, her face radiating such beauty and charm that it only heightened Roel's embarrassment.
'(Damn it! I wish I could find a hole to hide my face!)' Roel cursed inwardly, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Fortunately, Freya chose not to dwell on the matter and removed the tray of food from the table.
"Do you prefer to eat on your own, or would you like me to assist you?" Freya inquired with a gentle gaze, considering Roel's possibly uncomfortable condition.
"Of course, I'll manage on my own. No need to trouble you," Roel promptly declined the offer to be fed by her.
Being fed by her made him exceedingly embarrassed, and it didn't feel fitting for Freya to undertake such a task.
Despite still harboring some fear due to her title as a calamity, it was important to note that Freya held the position of the leader of the black dragon race and carried a stature equivalent to that of the emperor of mankind across the three empires.
So, whether for personal or ethical reasons, it seemed impolite.
Of course, another consideration was his fear that if any members of the black dragon race witnessed their empress feeding him, it could lead to dire consequences!
Freya expressed a hint of skepticism as she asked hesitantly.
"Are you able to move your body?" Her question left Roel momentarily speechless.
Yeah! Could he move freely in his current state?
Nevertheless, he refused to succumb to the situation; instead, he endeavored to rise and assert his position.
"Hikss!" Roel drew in a deep breath, and a sudden surge of excruciating pain, accompanied by a sharp sting, coursed through his body.
The sensation resembled an internal stabbing, prompting him to immediately abandon his attempt.
"Cough! It seems I'm utterly incapable of moving or eating by myself." Despite feeling somewhat embarrassed, he found himself entirely helpless.
As if foreseeing this, Freya offered a small smile and raised the fork she had prepared.
"Alright, open your mouth. 'Aaa,'" Her demeanor of treating him like a child appeared somewhat peculiar.
Nonetheless, Roel refrained from commenting and complied, driven by his undeniable hunger.
"Um! This is truly delicious!" His eyes brightened as he savored the perfectly cooked meat.
Accompanying the dish was a delectable sauce that enhanced the meat's flavor.
"Of course, it's delicious because I made it myself, you know," Freya declared arrogantly and proudly, almost seeking praise like a child.
This elicited a laugh from Roel, who found this woman incredibly appealing due to the stark contrast between her warm nature and her cold, distant appearance.
"You're right. It's excellent," Roel praised without hesitation, and subsequently, he polished off all the food prepared by Freya.
That being said, he truly felt immensely satisfied and at ease.
In the future, he envisioned the possibility of having a beautiful wife and creating an atmosphere like this when he reached the pinnacle of mage—complete with delicious meals and contentment.
Regrettably, such aspirations appeared unattainable in his current paralyzed state.
Freya efficiently cleaned the dishes and utensils, her demeanor resembling that of a seasoned nurse.
It was difficult to believe that this beautiful woman was the leader of the black dragon clan, bearing the notorious title of calamity.
Life was undeniably a mystery.
Roel rested quietly against the bed's back, and a sudden thought crossed his mind.
"Freya, is there truly no way for me to recover?" The spontaneous question caused Freya to pause in her actions, remaining silent for a few moments.
Roel, asking merely out of curiosity, was well aware that recovery seemed impossible.
Yet, to his surprise, Freya turned to him and offered a small nod.
"There is indeed a way to cure you."
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