Emergency!

Edna closed her eyes. Her master had ordered her to extinguish the flame, and she didn't want to disappoint him. The girl bit her lower lip, then touched Maximillian's palm tightly.

"Aaaah!!!"

Then, Edna cried out in pain. Her palm seemed to be stabbed by hundreds of swords at once. Maximillian immediately extinguished the flame in his hand and touched his servant's hand more gently. He then took the remnants of heat in Edna's hand.

Edna instantly fell down. It was an indescribable pain. Then, the heat that she felt disappeared and changed with pain. The palm of her hand that touched her master's palm was blistered.

Maximilian didn't move from his position. The flame he ignited earlier was different from the flame he sparked last night. He purposely ignited an ordinary flame. If Maximillian ignited the same flame as yesterday, his servant's hand would turn to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, there was no Luca to take care of Edna's wound right away. The young man was off to investigate Marquess Westfall's residence.

Maximillian looked at Edna who was panting hard under his feet. The boy seemed unable to move his body. Was the flame Maximillian ignited too hot? But why did the boy react differently this time?

Maximillian clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Tch. What a troublesome human," he cursed under his breath before lifting Edna up with both hands.

His servant was still panting heavily. The boy's eyes were closed, while sweat trickled down his face. Maximillian hated this situation. If it weren't for the boy being his servant, he would have just left the boy on the floor.

He still needed the boy's help. Also, there were still many mysteries about the boy that Maximillian needed to unfold. Leaving the boy dying would be such a waste.

Maximillian teleported to a clinic in the city. He appeared behind the wall that separated the back of the clinic from the residents' houses. The last time he visited the clinic was a month ago when Luca was looking for information on a medicine that could cure all diseases, but they ended up with nothing.

Maximillian didn't knock. He kicked the door of the clinic until it caused a loud thud, making an old woman wearing a nurse's uniform shocked.

"Emergency," he said with a flat expression.

Maximillian ignored the nurse who was calling him. He looked for the nearest ward and put his servant in one of the beds there. A doctor who remembered Maximillian from his visit last month told his wife, who was also the nurse there, to let the man alone.

"How can I help you, Sir Maximilian?" asked the doctor.

"My servant got burns, and he's unconscious. I want you to heal him soon."

Maximilian didn't want to get a new servant if something happened to the boy. Even now, he still could not accept the existence of his servant. If a new human appeared before his eyes again, Maximilian would probably lose his mind because humans, the most detestable creatures in his eyes kept coming back and forth like flies.

"Yes. I'll try to check his condition first."

The doctor came closer to see the wound on Edna's hand. He frowned upon looking at the serious burn. He touched it, and there was no residual heat there. He was confused because the wound looked fresh, but it wasn't hot at all.

He then unbuttoned Edna's sleeves and lifted the youth's white shirt, folding it up to the elbows. He frowned again at seeing the many bandages on Edna's hands. As a doctor, of course, he wanted to make sure his patients were okay. He removed the bandage on one of Edna's arms, then gasped at the sight.

Maximillian who still stood nearby saw what the doctor saw. His servant's arm had many wounds. Some looked new, while the others looked old as they formed white streaks.

"Sir, was… your previous servant a slave?" asked the doctor.

Maximillian momentarily fell silent. He looked at each wound with discomfort. There was something deep within him that made him suddenly feel mad. He didn't understand why he felt like this.

Imagining what his servant had gone through made Maximillian clench his fists tightly. He then turned around, not knowing what to do this time.

It couldn't be like this. He was a great dragon, a leader respected by all dragons. He should not care about what that disgusting human had been through in his life. The boy was just his servant and nothing more.

Maximillian was just curious about the scent of the boy's blood, which had a different scent from most other human blood, as well as what happened last night. How could the boy put out the hottest flame in the world but got badly blistered just by a small flame?

"I want the wound properly treated before I return."

The doctor let out a sigh. Just like a month ago, the mysterious man and his subordinate came asking a lot of demanding things. The man was said to be looking for a medicine that could heal all wounds and ailments in an instant.

In his time as a doctor, he had never heard of such a thing before. He had indeed heard a similar rumor about a duke who had a fatal disease and recovered overnight. However, until now, the doctor who treated the duke also could not analyze what had happened.

The doctor just said that it was a miracle. After not getting the information he wanted, the red-haired man scolded his subordinate. He looked furious, and the doctor was intimidated by him. So he didn't want the same thing to happen again.

Maximilian went out of the clinic to cool his head. He still didn't understand the anger that suddenly soared within him. There seemed to be something wrong with him lately.

"Did I spend too much of my time around humans?" he muttered.

It was only after Maximillian left that the doctor could breathe more freely. He asked the help of his wife to check the condition of his patient's body. Not only on the girl's left hand, her right hand was full of the same wounds. Even on her right hand, there was a tattoo that circled around her wrist.

The tattoo was too beautiful to be a tattoo for a slave. However, if one looked at her carefully, it was certain that she was definitely a slave who had been through a lot of violence.