Checking Pearl's Condition

Lucas and Felicity were led into their mansion by Arthur. As they walked, the servant's mouths dropped open as their faces lit up in awe, unable to look away from the individuals dressed in attire that seemed unfit for their regal appearance. Despite the humble clothing, gold coins sparkled like pebbles amidst the rocks.

Lucas stared in awe, his mind flashing with images, while Felicity remained uninterested, simply following Lucas.

Eventually, they arrived at the living room where Lucas had first read a book on his initial visit. The nostalgia was so strong that it felt like an eternity had passed since he last saw the room.

They took a seat, sinking into the comfortable cushions, and were presented with tea that held the same aroma as Lucas remembered from his previous visit.

Lucas took a sip, feeling a soothing sensation wash over him. Felicity, however, was not as fond of the tea.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust after taking a sip and asked, "What is this?"

Lucas, who was still savoring the tea, asked, "Don't you like it?"

Arthur, flustered by Felicity's reaction, apologized, "Please forgive me, young lady, if it doesn't suit your taste."

Lucas noticed Arthur's discomfort and shook his hand, assuring him, "Don't be stiff. We are friends, and you don't have to bow down to your friends."

Arthur was taken aback, he did not expect Lucas to call him a friend, and was even more surprised by the friendly aura that surrounded Lucas, so different from his previous encounter.

He detected a new aura surrounding him, and he couldn't quite place it. He felt this unfamiliar energy before, but he didn't have any cultivation based on it. Now, however, he was sure that he was at the 3rd level of the Warrior Spirit Realm.

Arthur was puzzled by this realization, as he knew Lucas was far more powerful than he appeared to be. He wondered if this was Lucas's true cultivation base or if he was just putting up a front.

'This must be an act. Who knows what level he's really at?' Arthur thought.

"Felicity, you're exposing your cultivation base," Lucas pointed out, as he noticed the pressure emanating from Felicity's body.

Felicity scowled, her eyebrows furrowed. With a quick adjustment, her eyebrows returned to their normal position.

"What's the problem?" Lucas asked.

"I'm just bothered by those scumbags," Felicity replied, her voice heavy with frustration. "I still can't forgive them for what they did."

Arthur, who was standing in front of them, was taken aback by Felicity's words. He didn't know how his guards could have offended her, and this only made him more agitated.

"Young Lady, may I ask how my guards have offended you?" Arthur said, his voice hesitating.

"They just looked at me with lust," Felicity answered, a touch of disgust in her voice. "If I had my full power, they would have been cursed with just one glance from me. I don't like how your guards acted, and I don't know what they would do if I wasn't in a good mood."

Arthur felt like he had been struck by lightning. The thought of his guards disrespecting Felicity filled him with anger, and he felt the urge to strike his guards with spiritual energy.

Though Felicity's explanation was vague, Arthur was sure his guards would not survive his wrath.

'This is the worst. What have they done to them?!' Arthur exclaimed inwardly.

Lucas placed a calming hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, my friend. I trust that you'll take care of it. You're the one responsible for punishing your guards, not me. I only came to check on Pearl and see if there are any complications with her body. I'm not sure when I'll be able to come back again."

Arthur couldn't help but feel unworthy of Lucas's trust. He felt heavy with the responsibility of Lucas's words, uncertain of how long he could carry the weight of the situation.

***

Pearl was contentedly stitching away at her embroidery when she was abruptly interrupted by a servant. The servant informed her that she had guests waiting to see her.

Pearl's heart sank. She feared that these guests were suitors, come to court her now that she was no longer bedridden. During her illness, not a single person had dared to come near her, despite her stunning beauty.

She cursed under her breath, feeling frustrated with her parents for subjecting her to this. It had only been a month since she recovered, and already they were entertaining potential suitors for her hand in marriage. Pearl was still waiting to see the young man who saved her, and the thought of having to look into another man's eyes filled her with dread.

However, she knew there was nothing she could do. She was grateful to be cured, and she couldn't ignore her father's request. With a sigh, Pearl gathered herself and headed for the door. She forced a smile on her face, as she had done many times before, but this time was different.

As she slid the door open, her eyes fell on the handsome young man who had saved her life. Pearl's heart swelled with joy, and her eyes lit up at the sight of him. However, her smile faded as she noticed the beautiful lady by his side.

"Pearl, the young master is here to check on you," said Arthur.

Lucas spoke, warm smile on his face. "Arthur tells me you're doing well. Would you mind if I checked on you too?" he asked, his smile almost melting Pearl's heart.

She immediately forgot the stinginess when she saw the Lucas. Furthermore, the question made her happy.

"Yes, I am. Thank you once again for saving me. And I don't mind you checking me," she said with a smile, thinking that she would feel Lucas touching her fair skin.

But alas, Lucas didn't come to her side. Instead, his eyes flickered with light for a blink of a second before he looked at her again.

"You are 100 percent recovered. You are amazingly healthy, Pearl." Lucas said.

Pearl felt disappointed as she felt her heart pierced with pain inside.

Was that it? She was expecting more.

Since the day that Lucas fixed her condition, she couldn't forget his face. His beautiful carved face imprinted within her mind that if not for Lucas, she would not be living a happy life.

"A-Ah... That was quite fast. B-But, thank you."

On the other hand, Felicity was smirking at Pearl's reaction. Inside her thoughts, she was laughing at her.

'Hah! Don't think that you could enjoy my savior, bitch.'

Also, for some unknown reason, Felicity felt a victory in an invisible battle of beauties.