Very Soon, You Will Belong To Me.

"Are you sure you're fine, Sion?" Darius asked as he looked at his comrade, who was currently submerged in spring water that was filled with rare healing herbs and elixirs.

"I already said I'm fine," Sion replied in an annoyed tone. "You nag too much, Old Man."

"Well, you should thank this Old Man. If not for me and His Majesty, you would still be trapped inside that boy's Black Coffin."

"I said zip it! Can't you even understand simple human language?!"

Darius shook his head helplessly. "Fine. I'll leave for now. Make sure to call me if you need anything else."

The moment Darius left, Sion closed his eyes to focus on his recovery.

Right now, he was feeling very annoyed and conflicted.

The moment he regained his consciousness, he instantly felt that there was something very different about him.

The first thing that came to his mind was, of course, the Half-Elf. However, just as he was about to curse Lux, he found himself unable to say anything.