Everyone remained confused by what they had just witnessed, especially Dragarion, who clearly wanted to ask questions about the mysterious creature.
The silence stretched uncomfortably as everyone processed what had just occurred. Healers exchanged glances, their professional composure shaken by witnessing something that defied their understanding of beast behavior and mana manipulation.
Ren, with cold sweat beading on his forehead, breathed deeply and said with an awkward voice: "Now it’s much better for working."
The words came out strained, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as everyone else. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the next tentacle, the weight of royal attention still pressing against him despite Mooshito’s intervention.
But he took a long breath, he had to save Zhao now.
He immediately returned to the treatment, trying to ignore everyone present while concentrating on the delicate process.
The work required absolute precision. Each movement of the tentacle had to be guided by the knowledge that flowed through him like an underground river.
The crystallized mana responded more readily now, dissolving in gentle spirals of light that dissipated harmlessly into the purified air.
Julius realized the tension had dropped thanks to the new pure energy and began explaining to his father about Ren, the battle they had fought before his arrival, and how he had lost his arm during the confrontation with Kassian and Ravenspire.
He spoke quietly, his voice had a measured cadence that tried to avoid disturbing Ren.
The story unfolded piece by piece: the desperate defense of the city, the appearance of the corrupted forces, Ren’s unexpected abilities, and the brutal use of even bio weapons to attain victory. Julius’s missing arm served as a constant reminder of how close they had all come to complete disaster.
When Dragarion finished hearing the entire story from Julius POV, he looked clearly entertained by his son’s and the others’ adventures, but especially...
"An eleven-year-old boy helping to defeat Kharzan," he murmured with amusement. "Interesting."
His eyes lingered on Ren with new appreciation, seeing past the child’s small frame to something far more significant.
The casual way the boy worked with materials that would challenge experienced healers and the confidence in his movements despite the royal scrutiny said a lot...
But then he looked at Zhao lying on the treatment table, and his face changed completely.
"I hope your strange child genius can cure him," he said with a seriousness that contrasted with his previous humor. "Zhao saved my life."
The change in tone was immediate and absolute. Gone was the entertained monarch; in his place stood a king who understood the weight of debts that could never be repaid, the value of those rare individuals willing to sacrifice everything for duty.
He moved closer to the table, observing the delicate work that Ren was now performing more calmly in a room with energy equally intense but more breathable.
The King’s presence, no longer oppressive, seemed to settle around them like a protective barrier.
"Let me tell you what he did a few months ago so that more people remember his bravery in the worst case scenario..."
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Zhao POV
While Dragarion began his tale...
Zhao, who was being treated but remained in a state of semi-consciousness, found himself relatively calm in the depths of his mind.
He could barely sense the activity around his body, the gentle probing of healing energy, the careful manipulation of his damaged mana channels.
If he had to die after what he had managed to accomplish, at least he would be happy to have reached where he had reached.
A Silver Rank in the Platinum ring.
The achievement felt surreal even in his current state. How many Silver Rank tamers could claim to have survived in territory meant for beings two full ranks above them? How many had walked among creatures that could erase them with a casual move and lived to tell the tale?
He had fulfilled his most important mission, had saved the King when he was most needed, and had contributed to the kingdom through it.
The satisfaction of duty completed was a warm weight in his chest, more comforting than any physical healing. Whatever happened now, whatever price his body demanded for the risks he had taken, it had been worth it.
A few months ago...
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