Chapter 1621 - 105: Interlude 2
"Originally."
"..."
Emhardt was at a loss for words again; this seemed to be a common occurrence in front of Fisher.
As Fisher observed Yaril on the bed, he suddenly felt something odd. She didn’t seem to be in a coma solely due to the tsunami.
First off, Yaril didn’t have any visible external injuries, and Rafael surely didn’t find any during his examination yesterday; otherwise, he wouldn’t have omitted mentioning them.
Setting aside physical trauma, even if she was frightened by the sudden and urgent situation, it wasn’t likely she would faint for an entire day and night...
Thinking this, Fisher reached out and conducted a simple check on her again.
While examining, he noticed for the first time that the color of Yaril’s dragon horn was somewhat dimmed.
Remembering the significance of the dragon horn to a Dragon-man, he checked Yaril’s magic circuit again, and indeed found some clues.
Yaril’s soul seemed to be missing a small part, and this part was slowly growing, causing her not to wake up yet.
The lack in the soul manifests as a conscious deficit, like a physical wound that can heal; the soul’s self-healing ability is even stronger than the body’s.
The important thing was, Fisher discovered a faint trace of morning light lingering on Yaril’s dim dragon horn...
Helair?
Did she take a small part of Yaril’s soul?
Fisher was slightly stunned, quickly having a flash of inspiration, remembering the appearance of Rafael when she was burned by soul flames at that time. It was Helair who helped her, but Fisher didn’t ask how she did it.
The intuition from the knowledge of the Soul Completion Manual told him that the method was likely related to the part of Yaril’s soul that was taken away.
This meant that Helair had prepared two plans from the beginning for her agenda, in case Rafael died after her failure.
However, since the chaos within his soul stabilized, Fisher’s memory of chaotic knowledge gradually began to fade, even that clump of black mud "Cupid" no longer talked to him, so the link couldn’t be confirmed for certain.
Knowledge is a carrier of chaos; Fisher’s inability to recall the contents further indicated its current stability.
"Fisher? So you were here with Lady Yaril, Lord Rafael has been looking for you for a long time, and thought you’d gone out."
At this moment, the door of the room opened behind him, interrupting Fisher’s thoughts.
He and Emhardt turned to see Fasher and Kexier standing at the door, holding a tray filled with towels, looking at Fisher and Emhardt in the room. It was Kexier speaking, followed by Fasher’s addition,
"Lord Moli and Rafael are having breakfast in the front hall now, didn’t expect you’d come here alone... Go eat now, we need to help Lady Yaril change clothes."
"Ah, alright."
Fisher stepped back, glanced one last time at the recovering soul of Yaril, and while heading outside, he said to Fasher and the others,
"Aunt Yaril’s recovery will take one to two more days, then she’ll wake up by herself."
"Eh... okay."
The so-called front hall was actually just a hall at the outskirts of the Royal Court. When Rafael brought Fisher back and enthusiastically introduced him to Moli, that was where they met, but now as Fisher headed there, the atmosphere was somewhat different from the first time.
From the side came the clinking of cutlery, aside from that it was quite quiet. But when Fisher walked in, Moli and Rafael simultaneously looked his way, then quickly blushed and slightly avoided his gaze, perhaps recalling what happened last night.
"Morning."
"..."
Clearly an ordinary breakfast, but the atmosphere became ambiguous due to this small episode, as if it was still last night before dawn.
"Cough cough..."
However, compared to the timid Moli, Rafael seemed more natural, and she began speaking first to break the awkward silence,
"Where did you go just now? Couldn’t see you at all this morning."
"I thought about going to Nali, then checked Aunt Yaril’s situation... she’s okay, in a few days she’ll be able to wake up."
"That’s good..."
Rafael breathed a sigh of relief; earlier, the doctors from the Dragon Court came to check and could only conclude there were no external injuries, though the treatment remained the same with rest, confirming no issues at least eased one’s mind.
"Mr. Fischer, you mustn’t do that next time..." Moli pouted, gingerly holding her cutlery and said, "Since you weren’t around this morning... Rafael mistook me for you and even called Mr. Fischer’s name hugging me, and then..."
As a result of touching the softness on Moli’s chest, Rafael awoke wondering when Fischer had undergone a second puberty.
But Fisher didn’t know the reason, instead he looked curiously at Rafael beside him, wondering what her reaction was back then.
"Moli!!"
Feeling Fisher’s gaze, Rafael’s face turned even redder; she clutched her cutlery, as if intending to point out Moli’s flaw, such as last night when she was just so...