Chapter 610 - Same Past and Present (11)

"Congratulations, you have survived the first round," the mediator seemed impressed.

"You are very lucky to have people who are desperate to save you. If it wasn't for that boy, you would have died," he tried to hide his envy.

"Get to the point," Micah was getting impatient.

"There was supposed to be three rounds per day but will be reduced to two only for tomorrow since you have the eight more rounds remaining. The difficulty will be normal, the same as what the other candidates have been through. We will provide support items, so you have the chance to recover in between the rounds," the mediator revealed.

"What about our agreement to make some adjustments? Do you think this child will survive?" Micah began to scream.

"I am about to get to that part," he narrowed his eyes.

"Do you see this boy?" the mediator waved his hand to create a projection.

My eyes went large as I watched Luke collapsing onto the flower field. I have never seen him sick before, burning with a fever. It was strange, knowing he was perfectly fine earlier in the day. He began to whimper, curling up in a small circle, drenched in wet clothes. Meanwhile, Alex tried to cover him, protecting him from the audience who were madly gossiping. I wondered what happened during the time I was taking the trial.

"You still don't know? You're the one who caused him to become like this," the mediator sadly smiled.

"How?" I didn't understand.

"He watched you drown and float on the lake. Don't you see those flower crowns and rings scattered on the ground?" He hinted.

"It's rare how the past exactly mixes into the present," he added when I was still confused.

My head began to throb, beginning to piece everything together. I have never drowned in this body before. The first time I made flower crowns and rings were today, imitating the actions of the past Rika in the memorila. Almost stumbling when realizing I had followed the exact path as her. The one event that changed Luke forever

In the beginning, she played with flowers, making all those accessories. Eventually switching to run to explore the garden, noticing a beautiful lily, alluring her to pull it towards her with a stick. Leaning closer towards the lake until she fell to drown, exhausting all her strength, her blue body floating on the surface like the dead. The meditator knowingly continued to smile, watching me realize that I was no different from the past in Luke's eyes.

"If you manage to fully recover him from his fever, the trial will immediately end," the mediator explained.

"Was this all planned?" I slightly trembled.

"I can't say the results were planned, but it was predictable. You're very important to this boy, he immensely cares about you," he waved his hand, making the projection vanish.

"The rounds will begin tomorrow. I am giving you time to attempt to recover his fever for the rest of the day," his figure started to flicker.

The next time I blinked, I found myself inside the same bedroom I was confined inside yesterday. I had a limited amount of time, quickly rising from the bed, instantly detaching myself from all the medical equipment. I needed to use heal on Luke to increase my chances of avoiding the rounds tomorrow. Sprinting towards the door after discovering the windows were tightly locked.

Placing my hand against the door, I muttered an explosion spell, desperate to escape from the room. I turned to run to avoid the impact, surrounding myself with a barrier, the clucks of the door scattering all over the room. Dashing out of the room before someone could catch me, racking my brains to find Luke. If I was placed in a bedroom, it was likely Luke was either inside the infirmary or his bedroom. Both of them didn't trust me, always trying to keep me close to them. Luke had to be somewhere near me.

"You agreed to stop running away from us," Alex stood behind me.

"I'm not running away. I'm searching for Luke," I spun to face him.

"Luke is inside his bedroom," he revealed.

It was nice that I wouldn't have to check the infirmary, walking past Alex to open Luke's bedroom door. Oddly the doorknob wasn't budging, showing it was locked when I switched to trying to pull it out. In the past, his room was normally kept open. What was going on here?

"Luke doesn't want you to come inside, he doesn't want you to catch his fever," Alex frowned.

"I'm not that weak. I'm probably in a better condition than him," I gestured to him to open the door.

"You were one second away from death," he began to raise his voice.

"I'm not close to death anymore. In fact, I can die tomorrow if you don't open that door. I don't want to destroy that door if you don't let me in," I warned him.

To prove my point, I started to mumble another explosion spell, using a drop of my mana as its fuel. I couldn't be stopped here. Alex's eyes went large, seeing that I wasn't placing a barrier to protect myself.. I had support items anyways, facing the direct impact of the bomb, my ears started to drip with blood as I rushed inside the room.