The dragon's harem

Chapter 1416: Temporary Heal

As the trollʼs mighty chieftain fell dead, the other trolls turned around and ran away as fast as their clawed legs allowed them, stumbling and sliding on their way down the mountainʼs snowy slopes.

Arad grabbed the chieftainʼs corpse with one hand and shoved it away, throwing it down the mountain to the monster-infested ravine. He wanted some food, but the trollʼs rotten and maggot-riddled flesh was too appalling even for him.

The woman looked at Arad with a shocked and terrified face. Even in her cruelest expedition to wild mountains, she had never seen someone with enough strength to rip a trollʼs twin heads clean off with a punch.

Unlike her, who risked her life to brave the deadly storm, he probably canʼt even feel the cold.

Arad turned around and pointed at the carriage. ”Get inside before you freeze. We should move before more of them come. The last thing I want is to be late, and Iʼm sure your little boy needs to be cared for as soon as possible.”

The woman remained silent for a long while, giving Arad enough time to reach his driverʼs seat. She only climbed into the carriage when he stared at her a second time.

What she saw inside the carriage caused her to scream as loudly as her frozen lungs allowed. She couldnʼt miss those two, no matter how exhausted or long she had been away from the battlefields.

Jasmine, the Dark Queen of the Black Moon.

Cerilla, the Ever-brilliant Gold Queen, Caretaker of the World Tree.

Her queen and the queen of her enemies were sitting together in a carriage. What madness has she stumbled upon for two mortal enemies to happen to be passing by in the middle of nowhere, and happen to give her a ride?

No, even she who had lived alone at the peak of the mountain had heard the news. The two queens have married the same man, the same dragon overlord: Arad Orion, the Black Emperor of the Sapphire Star, Uranus the Destroyer.

”Is that child sick?” Dallaʼs words shook the woman, bringing her back to her senses. But she didnʼt take long to get lost in her thoughts again. The woman who called her. That was Dalla, the Slapping Queen, the one called: She Who Makes People Scream. She might be the weakest S-rank, but still, she is the one S-rank no one dares to fight.

Dalla approached the woman and snatched the kid from beneath her robe. ”Heʼs hot, this fever is bad. But it means he got something worse going on.” She laid him on the seat facing them and looked at Cerilla.

”Care to give him a look?”

”Iʼm a warlock, not a cleric.” Cerilla tilted her head, and Dalla sighed, ”Yeah, I know. Get to it.”

Cerilla stood, approached the kid, and looked at his face, hands, and legs. ”He isnʼt sweating that much, his skin color isnʼt faded, but he is breathing heavily, and there is a rumble coming from his lungs.”

”That means?” Dalla looked at the kid and then at his mother. Cerilla still didnʼt say anything, but it was clear the situation was bad from the look on her face.

Cerilla tilted the kid on his side and gave him a solid slap on the back, causing him to cough blood and start convulsing.

”He has been bleeding into his lungs for a while now. Whatever infection, itʼs eaten away at his lungs for too long, and youʼve been carrying him on his back, with his head looking up so he didnʼt get any of the blood out.” Cerilla looked at the kidʼs mother, ”He wonʼt make it to the city. Right now, he is slowly drowning in his blood.”

Jasmine, who was sitting in the back, smiled, ”If blood is the problem, weʼve got one who can deal with it.” She turned around and knocked on the driverʼs window, ”Arad! Can you come back for a moment?”

To her luck, Arad wasnʼt in the driverʼs seat. He was already listening and had stood the moment Cerilla mentioned blood. Before Jasmine could figure out that he wasnʼt there, he opened the carriageʼs door and walked in.

”Iʼll deal with the blood. Can you heal the kid?” He looked at Cerilla, and she shook her head, ”I canʼt heal him in one sitting. Heʼll need to be cared for by a healer for a few days. Iʼll do my best now to buy him time.” She then looked at the kidʼs mother, ”Youʼll have to find him a healer as soon as we reach the city. I bet itʼll be expensive to get someone to keep an eye on him for a few days, at least a week.”

Jasmine waved her hand in the back, ”Money isnʼt an issue. Iʼve got a guess who she is.” She then looked at the woman, ”Weʼve got four lighthouses in the mountains. Are you Raindellʼs wife?”

The woman knelt, ”Thatʼs me, Light Keeper Frella.”

Raindell, Frellaʼs husband, had died a decade ago in a skirmish at the mountainʼs peak. He acted as a scout and a guide to lead the soldiers to the trollsʼ lairs so they could clear them out, but he ended up getting caught in the fight and died in combat.

He and Frella were the Light Keepers of the third lighthouse. Their job is to keep the eastern lighthouse illuminated. After her husbandʼs death, Frella had kept the lighthouse illuminated on her own for the past decade while still caring for their only child, who could only walk just recently.

Since the elves live ten times longer than humans, the ten-year-old boy was more like a one-year-old human baby.

Arad cleared the kidʼs lungs from blood, and Cerilla called upon her power, drawing holy magic straight from the Elvish Goddess Sylph. She wasnʼt a cleric.

A warlock with a god empowering them is just a cleric with fewer steps. All Cerilla needed to do was call upon Sylphʼs power, and the kid got healed in seconds. For the time being, heʼll be fine, but the disease wasnʼt erased, and itʼll surface again.

”All she needed to do was present her military card, and the kingdom would pay for anything, even candy for the kid.” Jasmine looked at her, ”No, she wonʼt even need the card. As long as they have an identification crystal, theyʼll be able to tell who she is and grant her all of her rights.”

Jasmine then stood.

”Forget that, youʼre coming with me to the castle. Thatʼll be easier. Weʼve got many powerful clerics with nothing better to do.” She looked at the woman, ”Itʼs your lucky day.”