"Its done," Damien finished the treatment. He stopped using the spell and looked at Wistoria's arm. Though her arm had not completely recovered, it no longer looked as scary as before. The scars had lightened, and as long as she paid attention to the treatment, Damien knew that her arm would get better.
He told her, "From now on, try to rest your right arm as much as possible and make sure to receive treatment from me three times a day. As long as you follow my orders, your arm will get better in three days."
This was an amplified version of burn ointment, and coupled with Wistoria's healing rate, three days should be more than enough.
"Are you sure?" Wistoria asked. "The healers can treat burn wounds in seconds. So why are you taking three days to heal me?"
She was curious to know what the difference was between Damien and the healers.
"I have read all about their ways of dealing with burns." Damien was disgusted when he was reading about the cruel and inhuman way to treat burn wounds. Those healers actually used spells to destroy the burnt skin and then infuse mana for new skin to reform.
Though it did heal the burn wounds in a matter of seconds, Damien knew that it also left lasting effects on the beastmen. He had studied the records of the beastmen who got their burns treated by the healers and after a few years they ended up with quite a lot of problems.
One of them was not being able to control their limbs as easily as they could in the past; it was all because of the quick spell that they used, causing the nerves to be damaged.
He could not even imagine what kind of idiot came up with the idea of treating burns in such a horrendous way.
He raised his hands and fluffed the pillow before saying to Wistoria, "Unless you don't want to lose your arm, I will suggest you listen to me." He yawned and added, "If not, then you can do whatever you want."
After speaking, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. This time around, he was standing in the middle of a courtroom. At the centre of the hall, there lay a small sealed box.
He heard a voice coming from inside the sealed box and realised that it was the same cold voice that spoke to him the last time.
"So?" The cold voice snickered. "Did you find anything worth fighting for? Struggling at the bottom of the apex. If you were to come to me, I will help you rise through the ranks in a matter of seconds."
"This bird was tweeting over your head. I thought you would wake up, so I wanted to stop it. However, this thing did not listen and tried to peck you just now," Wistoria explained. "I tried to stop him but ended up smacking you on the forehead."
Damien's lips twitched. She slapped him because she wanted to help him? Amazing.
He then turned to look at Ironclaw Eagle and heard him creating a racket,
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[You bad, evil witch! Let go of me!]
[Just you wait, once I grow up, I will not forget to take revenge for this humiliation.]
Damien was grateful that Wistoria could not understand what the Ironclaw Eagle was saying, or else he was afraid that the tweeting bird would have soon turned into a roasted bird.
The Ironclaw Eagle then turned to look at Damien and said to him,
[Mom, I just wanted to eat. I am so hungry. These people ate so much meat but only gave me a few bites. I am a growing bird; how can a few bite work?]
Oh, this one really knew how to complain, Damien thought as he slid down the bed and took the bird from Wistoria before saying to her, "He is just hungry; it seems like he didn't get to eat his fill just now, which is why he is acting up."
[Mom, you are great. I love you! You really understand me!]
'Shut up, don't call me 'mom,'' Damien told the bird, but the chattering eagle did not listen to a thing. He was simply overjoyed by the fact that he was going to get more meat to eat.
[Meat! Mom, I want to eat beast orc meat!]
"If you want to eat meat, then you need to call me as: Master. If you dare call me your mom, I will roast you instead."