Chapter 117 (1/2)

Chapter 117

ARTHUR LEYWIN’S POV:

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Even before I was able to openI beca of footsteps on old wood Echoes of groaning floorboards resounded in rasp of the size of the roo smells—rich with unfato welcoe roof Besides the parched coarseness of ue froht, until I tried

To s; there was no sensation or feedback when I triedfro s had been cohtly to a wooden splint to keep thes are fine, Child I just had to nuht frohtly brittle voice stirred in of the kind voice, I was met with a tender sns of refined aging While wrinkles raceful deray robe to htly in the back to co eyes

Letting out a sigh of relief at her words, I sank back down in the bed “How do you feel, Child?” she cooed, placing a warly The last thing I re a solid blow on the titan bear before passing out I turned s I was in a spacious roo in a stone fireplace Beside it was a small kitchenon the wall or stacked high on top of each other Besides the worn upholstered couches placed around the fireplace and a s table in front of the kitchen, there was little else inside this cottage

“Confused, are you?” the aged woman chuckled

“Yeah,” I replied hoarsely before breaking down into a fit of coughs The woot up fro of lukeater After a few deep gulps of what tasted like liquid heaven, I felt confident enough to form cohesive words

“Thank you…”

“—Myre You can si the e from my hands

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As I sat there, a searing pain started creeping up s, as if a liquid fire had soaked theht, Myre let out a soft chuckle “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you Although, I did technically kind of steal you away frootten s would’ve taken a lot longer to heal”

“I-It’s not that My legs…” I ritted teeth

“Seems like thedown on the nightstand besidecompletely naked

My hands is, which prompted another soft chuckle fro the sheets so that only ently hovered her hand overthe bandages, I was able to finally see the full extent of injuries row puzzled by the sight of s Scars that I never had were strewn across both legs My knees and ankles had the most cuts, but what confused me s for years

Cold sweat began foran carefully inspecting every inch of es

After a satisfied nod to herself, she brought over a bucket filled with a very pungent herbal liquid I wordlessly observed ently cut and soaked strips of cloth and bandaged ers I couldn’t help but fall into a trance from her rhythmic and dexterous movements

“Elder Myre—”

“Please, Arthur, I would much prefer if you just called me Myre,” she cut s

“Er, Myre, how long have I been unconscious for?” I asked, afraid that bytihts, My Dear" As she finished replacing the last bandage onme “No does that feel?"

“Much ratefully as the pain began subsiding froes

Accepting athered the used cloth and du some salt-like powder into it, she lifted her dress and stepped inside, using her feet to launder the used cloth