Chapter 92: A Healing Hand

After calming everyone down by downplaying the dangers, he clapped his hands and offered them a shaky smile.

"Don't worry about anything. My arm will recover before you even notice it." He pointed his fingers at the altar, throwing them a meaningful glance. "Don't tell me you're delaying breakfast to work later. Chop-chop, the distillery won't build itself on its own, and I'm sure you're all eager to taste some fine wine."

Garduck threw him a suspicious glance, clearly unconvinced by the explanation. Still, he followed the command and helped make the others leave.

Then, Adam told him about the nine hundred new demons he had summoned and asked him to form them as they walked to the altar. Find adventures at m_v l|e-NovelFire.net

"I've asked them what was going on in the demon den. These idiots only shrugged and said you were probably having fun." Garduck clicked his tongue before continuing. "You can fool others, but you won't fool me, not after you increased your demonic essence so much. Tell me what could wound you this badly."

However, a firm hand gripped Adam by the shoulder before he could answer and pulled him into a familiar house.

Stunned by the sudden forcefulness, he turned, only to see Luna's fists planted on her hips and her narrowed eyes peering into his. Yet, instead of the anger he had expected, he saw worries sparkle in them.

"What kind of lord suffers wounds inside his own territory? You'd better recover soon before people think you're incompetent," she said, scrutinising his shattered arm.

Then, she pointed at her bed.

"Sit. I'll help you bandage the wound. Even if you'll recover naturally, we must ensure the bone heals straight."

'Who exactly will think that?'

A smile spread across his face at her shenanigans. With a grateful nod, he listened and sat.

Meanwhile, Luna retrieved the piece of fabric she used as curtains and shredded it into long stripes.

Once done, she sat by him and smirked.

"Open your mouth."

Confused by the demand but knowing she wanted to help, he opened his mouth wide before she stuffed a ball of soft fabric inside.

"???"

Displeasure creased his brows as he frowned at her and tried to spit it.

However, she covered his mouth with her slender hand.

"We can't let them hear your screams when I straighten the forearm, right? Take it as a punishment for your horrible gift!"

He squinted at her, his raised hand lowering as he pondered.

'I've never seen her like that. Is she finally opening up a little? But she's right... I don't want to scream like a pig and make the others worry again.'

Somehow, he didn't dislike her playful care. On the contrary, his heart hastened in his chest as he offered her a determined nod.

Without wasting time and anticipating the pain, he gritted his teeth on the fabric and outstretched his wounded forearm to her. Sёarᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Meanwhile, Luna's ears burned, and her fake cruelty melted under his radiant blind trust.

Biting her lips, she passed a finger on his skin, feeling it tremble in pain despite her slight touch. Worst, she also felt the extensive damages he had suffered. More than broken bones, they had exploded into splinters that lodged themselves into his flesh, making natural recovery without complications impossible.

After her assessment, she raised her head to look him in the eyes.

"The process will be much more painful than I initially thought. I'll have to burn the bone fragments before anything else or you'll suffer from chronic pains and regular infections. Only after this step can we start the healing process."

Once again, she saw him nod, trust written all over his face despite the harsh treatment. But the thing that made her feel bitter was the gratitude he displayed. Why wasn't he angry? Why didn't he question the process or her qualifications?

The questions rumbled in her mind for a second before her lips parted.

"I once dreamed of becoming a demonic healer. Even if my path deviated for personal reasons, I'm still knowledgeable." The corner of her lips rose slightly, half a wistful smile creeping on her lips. "Trust me, I'll do my best to limit the pain as much as possible, but I can't numb it entirely."

Meanwhile, Adam's eyes lit up as he finally learned something about her.

'A healer? I can see her doing that job. But I wonder what changed her and how she became a sorceress... I guess I can only wait for her to open more.'

As he pondered, Luna began to work. She poured demonic flames into his wound, the pain jolting him as if a lightning bolt collapsed on his head.

"MFFFF!"

His agonising scream, muffled by the fabric, echoed as his eyes watered. Instinctively, he tried to retrieve his arm. Yet, Luna held it in a vice, boosting herself with essence to keep it in place.

Without adrenaline, the pain struck him with full force, making each second resemble a hellish hour.

Fortunately, Luna's encouragement echoed in his ears.

"You've survived worse. You can endure a little more!"

However, his mind raced in the opposite direction.

'Gah! What's this torture? I take back what I said. She's no healer. She's a demonic shaman!'

As he found comfort in sarcasm and regretted the absence of painkillers in this realm, Luna saw the procedure to the end five minutes later.

Fortunately, she sent a stream of soothing essence to his burnt muscles and shattered bones.

He felt his body react and support her energy to fix the damage for another ten minutes before she sighed in relief, bandaged, and let go of his forearm.

"It should be as good as new but we're never careful enough. Try to move it like you used to and report at the slightest sign of discomfort."

Listening to her advice, he clenched and unclenched his fist, threw a few punches and moved his fingers as if he were typing on his keyboard.

Then, he turned to her and smiled brightly.

"Everything is perfect! Thank you, Luna!"

Before she could answer, a sudden idea rumbled in his mind, one that would make his gratitude more than mere words.

Immediately acting on it, he gazed at her in the eyes as his smile broadened to reach his eyes.

"We probably missed breakfast, but I have a special dish for two. We can share it together."

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