The Elven King And Me
Ilodyer, a former assassin reborn in magical world as a half-elf child, forms a powerful bond with The Elven King. Their shared experiences and deep connection lead to a profound love that transcends time and differences. Amidst lush landscapes, their tender moments and unity inspire all, proving that love can conquer even the greatest challenges.
My Father King
Ilodyer stated dumbfounded at the strange change happening on the man's body. Could this be the legendary druid?
In less than three minutes, the plants quickly withered, and turning into pollen that dispersed. And the man's dreadful wounds had completely healed, leaving no trace behind, while his pale complexion gradually regained it color. It seemed as if he had merely been taking a nap.
Ilodyer turned his head to look at Leslie, whose face mirrored the same astonishment.
"Leslie, was this medicine given by Rhys?"
"Yes, the bottle still has their family emblem on it," Leslie hastily replied.
Ilodyer looked at the man and said, "It's probably because the medicine was made with white magic. Its truly effective."
Ilodyer rechecked the man's body. All the wounds had healed, new skin had grown, and the severe dehydration symptoms had vanished. His body had returned to normal, but he hadn't regained consciousness.