At Least I Got Healed

Barch led Prince Nathan through the labyrinthine passages of Valdyr Castle, their hurried footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridors. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on them as they made their way to the healer's department while Nathan's mind raced with a mix of urgency and concern.

"Aw, man," he couldn't help but think, "Why do I have to be the target of some stupid assassination attempt? And now poisoned, too? I just hope I don't die from this poison, and that the healer has a way to neutralize it. I mean, seriously, I don't want to die in my second life so soon—especially not before I get to, you know, experience more of it."

These thoughts swirled in his mind as they reached Inside the dimly lit healer's department chamber, they saw the atmosphere was filled with a sense of urgency.

The healers, previously bustling with preparations, halted their activities as Prince Nathan and Barch entered. Their unified greeting, spoken in hushed tones, resonated through the room.

Amidst the group of healers, an experienced and skilled old man stepped forward from behind the others, his presence commanding respect. He addressed the young prince with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Uhh, step aside, let me pass," he instructed his fellow healers as he made his way towards Nathan.

The head healer, a figure of wisdom and expertise, approached Nathan with a reassuring nod. His voice was measured and calm as he inquired, "What happened, Prince? Are we departing to the city square now?"

Before Nathan could respond, Barch, standing behind the prince, interjected with a sense of urgency. "No, no, we didn't get confirmation that the battle has ended. You still have some more time to prepare. But we came for you to check the prince's wound and administer an antidote. It was made by an assassin's blade."

The head healer's brows furrowed in concern as he turned his attention to Nathan. He gestured for the prince to step closer, examining the faint cut on his arm. His experienced eyes scrutinized the wound, assessing its severity and the potential danger it posed.

Nathan, though maintaining his composure, couldn't help but feel a rush of unease. The poison that coated the assassin's blade was a lurking threat, and swift action was necessary to ensure his safety.

The head healer, his expression serious, spoke with a reassuring tone. "Don't worry, Prince Nathan. We have dealt with such threats before. Let us tend to your wound and administer the antidote. Your well-being is our utmost priority."

With the practiced precision of a skilled healer, he retrieved the necessary supplies, swiftly disinfecting the wound and applying a specialized poultice to neutralize the poison. Nathan felt a soothing coolness spread through his arm as the antidote began to take effect.

Barch, who had been standing by, his concern for the prince evident, watched as the head healer worked his expertise. He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as the antidote started to counteract the poison's effects.

As the antidote worked its magic, Nathan's strength and vitality returned, and the faint cut on his arm began to heal before their eyes. The head healer nodded in satisfaction, his skilled hands having done their job well.

"There, Prince Nathan," the head healer said, his voice filled with reassurance. "You should be as good as new in no time. However, I would advise you to rest for a while, just to ensure that the antidote takes full effect."

Nathan nodded in gratitude, his trust in the castle's healers well-placed. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Your prompt action is greatly appreciated."

The head healer smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling with age and wisdom. "It is our duty to protect and heal, Prince Nathan. We are here whenever you need us."

With the antidote successfully administered and the threat of poison neutralized Nathan could now focus on the ongoing situation in the city square and the well-being of his people. The battle might still be raging, but the young prince was determined to ensure that he would be ready to assist as soon as word arrived that the conflict had ended.

As they left the healer's department chamber, Nathan, Barch, and the healers remained vigilant, knowing that their actions could make a significant difference in the lives of the wounded citizens and guards awaiting their aid.

In the dimly lit study room, the lifeless body of the assassin lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood forming around it. The room still carried the lingering tension of the earlier confrontation. Nathan, determined to uncover any clues about the mysterious assassin's identity, turned to Barch with a solemn expression.

"Turn the body around," Nathan instructed in a firm voice. "I want to see the face under that mask and check if there is any insignia with him or a tattoo."

Barch, always loyal and ready to carry out his prince's commands, stepped forward. He carefully approached the fallen assassin, his boots treading on the blood-soaked floor. With a measured breath, he reached down and turned the assassin's body to face upward.

As Barch removed the mask, a sense of anticipation filled the room. They hoped to unveil the identity of the assassin and gather crucial information about the threat that had infiltrated their castle.

However, what they saw beneath the mask was both shocking and unsettling. The assassin's face bore the unmistakable marks of poison, a gruesome distortion that left the features unrecognizable. It was a chilling reminder of the lengths to which the assassin had gone to protect their identity.

Barch, his gaze fixed on the disfigured face, spoke with a somber tone. "Prince, he must be from some special assassination organization. Only the members of these types of organizations take these extreme measures, even at death's door, to ensure secrecy."

Nathan nodded in agreement, his mind racing with the implications of this discovery. The assassin's commitment to secrecy hinted at a deeper conspiracy, one that extended beyond this lone operative.

"We need to gather all the information we can," Nathan declared, his voice resolute. "Even if his face is unrecognizable, there might be other clues. Search his clothing, check for any hidden compartments, and examine his belongings meticulously."

Barch acknowledged the order with a determined nod and began a thorough search of the assassin's clothing and belongings. Every piece of equipment, every pocket, and every hidden compartment was carefully examined for any shred of evidence that could shed light on the organization to which the assassin belonged.

As they meticulously combed through the assassin's possessions, the room remained silent, save for the sounds of their investigation. The disfigured face served as a stark reminder of the enigmatic threat that lurked in the shadows, a threat that had now become a central focus of their efforts to safeguard.

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