Medicine Hall, South Kingdom
Voronwe investigated his own hand that held Darion yesterday. A large black spot has appeared, and the burning sensation lingered on it.
"S-Sir…" a trembling hand filled his sight. It was the doctor whom Yllana assigned to look after him. The old man was smiling nervously at him. What is this man afraid of? Him or the injury? That black spot is not like a disease that can infect other people, right?
"Who told you to call me 'sir'?" He squinted his eyes and imposed a frightening aura around him. The doctor trembled more. The color drained from his face and the assistant beside him also twitched as she saw the death glare from Voronwe.
The doctor swallowed hard before answering, "The Empress told us to address y-you that way, Sir."