Chapter 511: A Healthy Suggestion
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Chapter 511: A Healthy Suggestion
A Healthy Suggestion
Martel stared down upon the maleficar's body. He had expected to feel some kind of vindication, but in truth, he just felt tired. Maybe because the woman on the ground looked nothing like Julia; in terms of appearance, she was a stranger. Furthermore, her body was rapidly decaying; years of rot took place before his very eyes.
"Three centuries are catching up," Atreus remarked. He knelt down next to her. "When my time comes, I suppose I shall look the same."
"How did you do this?" Martel asked.
"Leechcraft is a bridge between mage and victim, transferring power. But all bridges can be travelled in both directions." For a moment, Atreus' countenance turned harsh as he looked at the dead maleficar, her body falling apart.
Different amulets became apparent, resting on what had been Elena's chest; Martel felt their magical power clearly, and he knelt down as well to take a closer look.
"Best not to touch," the spellbreaker warned him. Using her knife, he cut a large piece of fabric from her dress and used it to pick up the artefacts without touching them, turning it into a small bundle. "I'll dispose of them if I can and hide them away if I can't."
Remembering his friends, Martel got up and turned around. Already, the mageknights approached them, Maximilian once more pressing a hand to his wounded neck. "That turned unpleasant, like a dream you could not wake from. I need a strong ale."
Wounded, but well enough otherwise, Martel surmised; he looked at Eleanor. "Are you hurt?"
"Nothing of consequence. Is it over?"
Martel looked down at the rotting corpse. "Pretty sure it is."
Meanwhile, Atreus had picked up the bronze mace, and he returned it to the sarcophagus.
"I would argue those spoils belong to me," Maximilian protested. In his hands, he held the golden coins he had once glued to his weapon.
"We have done enough to disturb the dead," the spellbreaker told them. "Let us return the bones to their resting place as best we can. Return them to the dignity that she would deny to them."
***
They continued onwards; ahead, the grate door awaited their return.
***
First bell rang as they appeared in the Lyceum; they had been gone the entire night. Swiftly, they traversed the school to reach the infirmary before the general inhabitants of the castle woke up.
"What is this? What are you doing here so early, and who is this?" The nurse on duty glared at them.
"Good sister, we only wish to visit our friend briefly before we should be on our way. Will you let us have a few moments?" As Atreus spoke, Martel felt a tinge of magic, though he could not identify it as such.
Looking confused briefly, the sister's expression softened. "Very well. Be quick about it. And take a bath afterwards. You smell like you've been rolling around in refuse."
The spellbreaker bowed his head in acknowledgement and looked at the others. "Where is he?"
They led him to the patient, still lying without response on a cot. Martel recalled when they had tried to revive him using the potion discovered by Eleanor, and how only Master Kelsos' intervention had saved the boy's life.
Atreus placed his hand on Gerard's forehead, closing his eyes. Moments passed where none dared to speak; Martel watched for any sign of magic. Finally, the spellbreaker removed his hand and stepped away. "Alas, the injury is in his very soul. It is beyond me to heal."
"Would you be willing to examine another patient? Her wound is different from his, but likewise beyond Asterian skill to heal." Eleanor stared at Atreus even as the others stared at her.
"Given all the aid you have rendered me, I won't refuse such a request. Where is she?"
"At my home. About an hour's walk from here," Eleanor explained.
"In that case, I suggest we separate and recover ourselves. First bell has rung let us meet at fifth bell." Atreus looked at the door in the infirmary that led outside. "I should make myself scarce from the castle, but I will meet you on the street at the agreed hour. You can bring me to your home."
"That will be without me," Maximilian growled. "My family expects me this afternoon."
"The rest of us will be there," Martel declared. Eleanor gave him a grateful smile.
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Chapter 511: A Healthy Suggestion
A Healthy Suggestion
Martel stared down upon the maleficar's body. He had expected to feel some kind of vindication, but in truth, he just felt tired. Maybe because the woman on the ground looked nothing like Julia; in terms of appearance, she was a stranger. Furthermore, her body was rapidly decaying; years of rot took place before his very eyes.
"Three centuries are catching up," Atreus remarked. He knelt down next to her. "When my time comes, I suppose I shall look the same."
"How did you do this?" Martel asked.
"Leechcraft is a bridge between mage and victim, transferring power. But all bridges can be travelled in both directions." For a moment, Atreus' countenance turned harsh as he looked at the dead maleficar, her body falling apart.
Different amulets became apparent, resting on what had been Elena's chest; Martel felt their magical power clearly, and he knelt down as well to take a closer look.
"Best not to touch," the spellbreaker warned him. Using her knife, he cut a large piece of fabric from her dress and used it to pick up the artefacts without touching them, turning it into a small bundle. "I'll dispose of them if I can and hide them away if I can't."
Remembering his friends, Martel got up and turned around. Already, the mageknights approached them, Maximilian once more pressing a hand to his wounded neck. "That turned unpleasant, like a dream you could not wake from. I need a strong ale."
Wounded, but well enough otherwise, Martel surmised; he looked at Eleanor. "Are you hurt?"
"Nothing of consequence. Is it over?"
Martel looked down at the rotting corpse. "Pretty sure it is."
Meanwhile, Atreus had picked up the bronze mace, and he returned it to the sarcophagus.
"I would argue those spoils belong to me," Maximilian protested. In his hands, he held the golden coins he had once glued to his weapon.
"We have done enough to disturb the dead," the spellbreaker told them. "Let us return the bones to their resting place as best we can. Return them to the dignity that she would deny to them."
***
They continued onwards; ahead, the grate door awaited their return.
***
First bell rang as they appeared in the Lyceum; they had been gone the entire night. Swiftly, they traversed the school to reach the infirmary before the general inhabitants of the castle woke up.
"What is this? What are you doing here so early, and who is this?" The nurse on duty glared at them.
"Good sister, we only wish to visit our friend briefly before we should be on our way. Will you let us have a few moments?" As Atreus spoke, Martel felt a tinge of magic, though he could not identify it as such.
Looking confused briefly, the sister's expression softened. "Very well. Be quick about it. And take a bath afterwards. You smell like you've been rolling around in refuse."
The spellbreaker bowed his head in acknowledgement and looked at the others. "Where is he?"
They led him to the patient, still lying without response on a cot. Martel recalled when they had tried to revive him using the potion discovered by Eleanor, and how only Master Kelsos' intervention had saved the boy's life.
Atreus placed his hand on Gerard's forehead, closing his eyes. Moments passed where none dared to speak; Martel watched for any sign of magic. Finally, the spellbreaker removed his hand and stepped away. "Alas, the injury is in his very soul. It is beyond me to heal."
"Would you be willing to examine another patient? Her wound is different from his, but likewise beyond Asterian skill to heal." Eleanor stared at Atreus even as the others stared at her.
"Given all the aid you have rendered me, I won't refuse such a request. Where is she?"
"At my home. About an hour's walk from here," Eleanor explained.
"In that case, I suggest we separate and recover ourselves. First bell has rung let us meet at fifth bell." Atreus looked at the door in the infirmary that led outside. "I should make myself scarce from the castle, but I will meet you on the street at the agreed hour. You can bring me to your home."
"That will be without me," Maximilian growled. "My family expects me this afternoon."
"The rest of us will be there," Martel declared. Eleanor gave him a grateful smile.
Chapter 511: A Healthy SuggestionA Healthy SuggestionMartel stared down upon the maleficar's body. He had expected to feel some kind of vindication, but in truth, he just felt tired. Maybe because the woman on the ground looked nothing like Julia; in terms of appearance, she was a stranger. Furthermore, her body was rapidly decaying; years of rot took place before his very eyes."Three centuries are catching up," Atreus remarked. He knelt down next to her. "When my time comes, I suppose I shall look the same.""How did you do this?" Martel asked."Leechcraft is a bridge between mage and victim, transferring power. But all bridges can be travelled in both directions." For a moment, Atreus' countenance turned harsh as he looked at the dead maleficar, her body falling apart.Different amulets became apparent, resting on what had been Elena's chest; Martel felt their magical power clearly, and he knelt down as well to take a closer look."Best not to touch," the spellbreaker warned him. Using her knife, he cut a large piece of fabric from her dress and used it to pick up the artefacts without touching them, turning it into a small bundle. "I'll dispose of them if I can and hide them away if I can't."Remembering his friends, Martel got up and turned around. Already, the mageknights approached them, Maximilian once more pressing a hand to his wounded neck. "That turned unpleasant, like a dream you could not wake from. I need a strong ale."Wounded, but well enough otherwise, Martel surmised; he looked at Eleanor. "Are you hurt?""Nothing of consequence. Is it over?"Martel looked down at the rotting corpse. "Pretty sure it is."Meanwhile, Atreus had picked up the bronze mace, and he returned it to the sarcophagus."I would argue those spoils belong to me," Maximilian protested. In his hands, he held the golden coins he had once glued to his weapon."We have done enough to disturb the dead," the spellbreaker told them. "Let us return the bones to their resting place as best we can. Return them to the dignity that she would deny to them."***They continued onwards; ahead, the grate door awaited their return.***First bell rang as they appeared in the Lyceum; they had been gone the entire night. Swiftly, they traversed the school to reach the infirmary before the general inhabitants of the castle woke up."What is this? What are you doing here so early, and who is this?" The nurse on duty glared at them."Good sister, we only wish to visit our friend briefly before we should be on our way. Will you let us have a few moments?" As Atreus spoke, Martel felt a tinge of magic, though he could not identify it as such.Looking confused briefly, the sister's expression softened. "Very well. Be quick about it. And take a bath afterwards. You smell like you've been rolling around in refuse."The spellbreaker bowed his head in acknowledgement and looked at the others. "Where is he?"They led him to the patient, still lying without response on a cot. Martel recalled when they had tried to revive him using the potion discovered by Eleanor, and how only Master Kelsos' intervention had saved the boy's life.Atreus placed his hand on Gerard's forehead, closing his eyes. Moments passed where none dared to speak; Martel watched for any sign of magic. Finally, the spellbreaker removed his hand and stepped away. "Alas, the injury is in his very soul. It is beyond me to heal.""Would you be willing to examine another patient? Her wound is different from his, but likewise beyond Asterian skill to heal." Eleanor stared at Atreus even as the others stared at her."Given all the aid you have rendered me, I won't refuse such a request. Where is she?""At my home. About an hour's walk from here," Eleanor explained."In that case, I suggest we separate and recover ourselves. First bell has rung let us meet at fifth bell." Atreus looked at the door in the infirmary that led outside. "I should make myself scarce from the castle, but I will meet you on the street at the agreed hour. You can bring me to your home.""That will be without me," Maximilian growled. "My family expects me this afternoon.""The rest of us will be there," Martel declared. Eleanor gave him a grateful smile.
