Chapter 144 How Is She? 3

Although his body felt superb, Ulima still felt his soul separate from his body as he reached down in the deepest parts of his pouch to hand down the thing Raghnall demanded from him.

And upon receiving it, Raghnall couldn't help but smile triumphantly at the sight of Ulima crying by the couch.

With a short goodbye, Raghnall made his way up to Inna's room all the while hiding the thing he got from Ulima inside his spatial pouch.

When he reached the door to her room, he knocked a few times. He heard shuffling inside and when the door opened, an exhausted Favian ushered him in.

The fatigue can be seen in his hunched back and tired face.

Seeing the state he was in, Raghnall couldn't help but worry.

"How is she?"

Favian sighed as he slumped at a nearby chair.

"She's... fine. I've gotten rid of the majority of the poison. The remaining amount will be excreted by her naturally in the next few hours. So, she's now recovering from my treatment."

Raghnall heaved a sigh of relief. But then, he saw the rugged look of his friend that he can't help but be curious.

"How did Frode cure her to the point that you would look like that?"

Favian rubbed his palms on his face as he sighed loudly.

"Some of the earlier memories are a bit hazy since Frode was the one who was in control so I'm not really sure much about the details."

"From what I can recall, he used some sort of magic to, I guess, scan her body? Then, he got a knife from our pouch and he tried to make a small cut on her foot. But somehow, she suddenly defended herself by kicking us away and scrambling to a defensive stance."

"I thought she was awake so we tried to explain to her what he was doing but the strangest part was that her eyes were closed and she was still snoring!"

"Frode tried to use magic to immobilize her but she reached down in her pocket and pulled out a dagger. Frode tried to finish the cast quickly but she kept attacking him ruthlessly to the point that he had trouble breathing much less finish casting the spell. So, he had no choice but to call Professor Ulima for help. Their plan was for Professor Ulima to immobilize her while Frode would keep her occupied."

"And after a few torturous moments of us trying not to die, she was finally paralyzed on the ground. So, Frode laid her down back to the bed and he began to make little shallow cuts on her foot. Then, with a bowl he prepared, he placed it right below the wound as he began chanting a spell."

"At first, deep red blood flowed through the wounds but after a few blinks, the blood turned orange then yellow. And when it returned back to red, Frode stopped the spell and used a healing spell on the cuts he made on her foot."

"Then, with the weird liquid on the bowl, he added some medicinal plants from our pouch that I didn't even notice was inside there. Casting a spell to form them into powder, he stirred them together and the weird liquid turned rosy pink.And he tried to make her drink it but suddenly, she was able to break the immobility spell and she began to attack us again. Frode probably felt irritated beyond relief so he decided to switch."

Just by recalling it, Favian could no longer contain his irritation as he spat the words.

"So, imagine the amount of work we had to do to calm this rampaging ape in order to let her drink from the bowl."

Raghnall's eyebrows were fully raised as he listened through the whole story.

"So, how'd you let her drink it?"

Favian glared at Raghnall before speaking.

"Professor Ulima suddenly had an idea so he left me here with this lunatic as she tries to kill me. And after a few moments of desperately holding on to dear life, the Professor came back with a steak."

Raghnall bursted out laughing.

"I think I can guess what happened now."

Favian glared at his so-called 'friend' as he continued to narrate.

"Yeah. She immediately stopped and started murmuring about a smell of some 'Porterhouse' and 'Filet mignon' that apparently, 'taste fucking amazing'. And then, she woke up with a bright smile."

Raghnall bursted out laughing again, but this time his knees went weak and he ended up slapping the ground in amusement.

But Favian didn't share the same amusement as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

"If something happens to her again, don't bother calling me. This is by far, the most excruciating thing I have ever done in the near two decades of life given to me. So, consider her forever banned for any medical help from me."

Favian huffed in annoyance and stood up in order to get himself some water. He badly needed to rest and having Raghnall and 'that' girl in the same room as him wouldn't let him relax even for a moment.

But before leaving, he looked at the ground where Raghnall, who was still breathless from laughing too much, laid on.

"She drank the liquid Frode prepared for her so she's sleeping deeply. But she'll probably wake up in a few minutes once her pale face returns some color."

Raghnall nodded as he got up from the ground.

"Yeah, I'll wait for her to wake up. You should really get some rest."

Favian nodded and was about to close the door when Raghnall suddenly called his attention.

"Oh and uh, if you see someone crying below, just… don't mind him."

Favian held a confused reaction but Raghnall just smiled as he said.

"I just asked something from him kindly."

Favian snorted in disbelief as he shook his head.

"You were always bullying people, ever since we were children."

Raghnall laughed lightly as he replied.

"I wouldn't call it 'bullying.' It's more of a friendly exchange."

Favian raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Exchange? What could you possibly get from anyone in this academy that you don't already have?"

Raghnall reached down into his pouch to get the thing he got from Ulima. Then, he showed it to Favian.

Favian's eyes bulged in surprise.

"Are you…. Seriously? In such a short time?"

Raghnall was confused on what Favian meant.

"What do you mean in such a short time?"

Favian gestured at the thing in his hand and pointed at Inna.

Then, finally Raghnall realized it.

"Oh no, no, no, no!"

He flushed as he repeatedly denied it.

"This… it's just a gift! Nothing more!"