Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 165

**TITLE: The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen 165**

The atmosphere in the office crackled with an electric excitement, a palpable mix of disbelief and fervent determination that surged through the team like a wildfire. They were the proud members of Sleeping Giant, a name that resonated with ambition and innovation. At the helm of this ship was none other than Sebastian Grimwald, a man whose brilliance was unmatched, a true visionary whose very presence seemed to guarantee success. With someone of his caliber steering the course, the prospect of securing a partnership felt less like a dream and more like an impending reality.

I was taken aback, utterly unaware that I had somehow ignited such an intense passion within my employees, a fire that burned brightly in their eyes.

Just moments after the call had concluded, Evanna burst forth from the consultation room, her demeanor transformed. The energy radiating from her was a stark contrast to the subdued figure who had entered just a short while ago.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Fey! This illness has been my constant companion for years, and yet you’ve managed to alleviate so much of my suffering with just a few pricks of your needles!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with gratitude and newfound vitality.

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” Metis replied with a calm demeanor, her hands deftly gathering various herbs from the shelves, her movements precise and assured. “I’ll prescribe some medication for you. If you take it regularly, I assure you it will be gone in less than a month.”

“Of course! I would never dream of defying the orders of the Goddess of Medicine!” Evanna chirped, her laughter light and infectious, as if she had just reclaimed years of her life that had been stolen away by her ailment.

I stood there, utterly amazed, my mind racing to comprehend the transformation before me. The difference was staggering—Evanna before and after her treatment were like two entirely different people, as if a veil had been lifted from her spirit.

Metis’ expertise had exceeded even my wildest dreams; I found myself wondering if perhaps she was some sort of divine being, sent to us to work miracles.

“Unbelievable,” I murmured, almost to myself, still processing the scene.

“Oh, you mean to say you find it hard to believe what you’re witnessing?” Metis remarked coolly, her voice laced with amusement as she neatly bagged Evanna’s medicine.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she twirled a silver needle between her fingers, a playful glint in her eye as she posed a rather unsettling question. “What if you experienced it yourself? Three stabs, and I promise you’ll feel so good that thoughts of women will be the last thing on your mind.”

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