THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

The Earl opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the infirmary door creaked open. Amilia shuffled in, dragging her feet with every step, eyes heavy with sleep and a constant stream of groggy groans escaping her lips.

"I'm coming... ugh," she muttered under her breath, clearly displeased with having been summoned in the dead of night. "Where are the second and third mage healers? Can't be the only one..." She grumbled, irritated at the thought that she might be the only healer available in the entire castle. It had to be some form of punishment from the Captain, or so she thought.

Half-asleep, Amilia didn't notice the figure in front of her and bumped into someone solid. "What the hell, buddy, move it. The Earl's waiting for me!" she snapped, still mostly in her dreamlike state.

A familiar, deep voice rumbled back, "I see I've inconvenienced you." The Earl's large hand came down to gently pat her head.

Amilia's eyes flew open in an instant, panic replacing her frustration. Realizing she had just spoken so rudely to the Earl himself, she immediately dropped to one knee, her voice trembling with respect. "No, my lord! This executioner is ready to serve!"

The Earl gave a soft chuckle, waving off her formality. "Stand, Saintess. I need you to take a look at these three girls," he commanded, his tone now carrying a more serious weight.

Amilia, still flustered but obedient, rose to her feet and moved toward the beds where the trio of women lay. She bowed briefly to Mage Marvel, acknowledging his presence, but her gaze lingered on the others in the room. She blinked in surprise when she saw David and Seraphina. Her tired mind connected the dots quickly—if something strange was happening, David had to be at the centre of it.

Her eyes swept over the women lying on the beds, and her usual irritability flared as she internally groaned,

Of course, it's David, ruining my night again. I'll have to make him pay for this later.

She pushed her annoyance aside, focusing on the task at hand. As she examined the trio more closely, her expression shifted from irritation to confusion, and then to shock.

Her heart raced as she turned back to face the Earl, her voice incredulous. "How... how are they awakening? This isn't possible!" Amilia's wide eyes flicked toward Mage Marvel, seeking an explanation from the man she knew had the deepest understanding of such phenomena.

Before Marvel could respond, the Earl spoke, his voice low and authoritative. "I trust you understand the gravity of this situation, Saintess. I hope I can count on you to keep this confidential... even from the First Captain."

Amilia's shock deepened, but she quickly regained her composure, standing straight and nodding respectfully. She was, after all, standing before the head of the De Gor Le Rosa family. "As you wish, my lord," she answered, her voice steady.

Turning back to the unconscious trio, her mind raced as she prepared to examine them further.

What in the gods' names is going on here?

she thought, but outwardly she remained calm, ready to unravel the mystery before her.

After a thorough examination, Amilia turned to the Earl's group, her expression serious. "Due to their sudden awakening and low talent levels, their vessels are under severe strain," she began, but before she could continue, David cut her off, his voice laced with worry. "Are they in any pain?" he asked, his concern evident in his tone.

Amilia's brow twitched in irritation at the interruption, but she kept her composure.

Does he ever let anyone finish?

she thought, but held back her frustration. "As I was about to say," she resumed, her voice calm but firm, "they appear to have been knocked unconscious, so no, they are not in any pain at the moment."

The Earl, his tone indifferent, asked, "What do you suggest we do?"

Amilia took a deep breath, preparing to explain further. "Let their vessels crack? " However, before she could continue, David, unable to contain his disbelief, blurted out, " What? Are you even serious?"

His reaction was immediate and intense, his voice full of concern. Amilia, caught off guard, narrowed her eyes slightly but kept her composure. She could understand his worry, but his interruptions were starting to wear on her patience.

Her patience thinning, Amilia placed her hands on her hips and stared at him, trying to understand his deep attachment to these women. What was his connection to the head maid and the other two? She sighed, her voice steady but slightly sharp. "Listen, boy," she began, "it's better to let the vessels crack naturally. But," she raised a hand to silence him before he could object again, "I will heal them right after, every time the vessels expand. Do you understand now?"

David, his tension easing, let out a sigh of relief. "Ah, right. Thank you," he murmured, his gratitude genuine as his worried eyes met Amilia's.

Satisfied, Amilia gave a brief nod. "Good. If there are no more questions, I'll attend to the ladies now." She turned toward the trio lying on the beds, her expression focused.

Drawing a deep breath, Amilia began to radiate a thick aura of mana, her hands glowing softly as she prepared for the delicate task ahead. Her voice, calm and soothing, filled the room as she chanted a sacred incantation passed down through the church to every promising healer. "[Sovereign, guardian of the will of life and death, grant me your grace—

Greater Healing

.]"

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light erupted from her hands, bathing the room in a warm, ethereal glow. The light enveloped the trio, wrapping around their bodies like a protective cocoon. Amilia could feel their vessels cracking under the strain, but each time a fracture formed, her healing magic surged, mending the breaks and allowing their vessels to expand.

She worked with precision, slowly repairing the damage without expending too much mana, her focus unwavering. The process was delicate, and she carefully balanced the expansion of their vessels with the steady flow of healing energy. The trio remained still, their expressions peaceful as the golden light continued to pulse around them.

As the tense atmosphere in the infirmary lingered, Lord Hilton broke the silence, his voice calm but firm. "It's better we leave and let her work," he advised, glancing at Mage Marvel.

Marvel nodded in agreement, his thoughts heavy with everything he'd witnessed. "You're right. I still need to report the earlier incident in the garden to the spire." He understood that whatever happened here in the infirmary was best kept between them.

The world outside didn't need to know the peculiar events taking place tonight, especially with David involved. With a shared understanding, the two men gracefully exited the room, leaving behind David and Seraphina, ready to retire after the overwhelming events of the past two days.

Seraphina, watching the door close behind them, gently took David's hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "You should get some rest too," she suggested softly. "It doesn't seem like they'll be waking up anytime soon."

David shook his head, determination flickering in his eyes. "I'll wait for them to wake up," he replied, squeezing her hand in reassurance. Seraphina, sensing his resolve, smiled faintly.

"Alright, then I'll stay with you," she added, her voice gentle. Together, they sat on an empty bed, their hands still clasped, watching Amilia as she worked tirelessly on the trio.

Amilia, focused on healing the women, couldn't help but steal a glance at David and Seraphina. The sight of their closeness stirred something in her.

Why can't I have a man like that?

she wondered, a tinge of envy creeping into her thoughts.

David's care for the women around him was genuine, and it showed in the way he spoke, acted, and watched over them. It was a rare thing to witness, especially in the world she knew.

Most of the men she dealt with were rough and obsessed with battle. Svara, the captain, was a prime example of that—brutish, fearless, and far more interested in combat than in romance. Amilia herself had her own aggressive tendencies, but sometimes, she longed for something softer, something more tender.

The men of the first platoon were no better; they only saw her as a conquest, hoping for one night of her time, which she always rejected—and punished them for even trying.

The Paladin knights? They didn't count. To them, the only thing that mattered was their faith and devotion to a long-dead god.

Amilia sighed inwardly, her hands glowing as she continued to heal the women's cracked vessels. For a fleeting moment, she entertained the thought of serving under David instead of her current post. *Maybe I could switch sides?* she mused. But the idea quickly faded. The captain would surely kill her if she ever defected.

Frustrated, Amilia refocused on her task, pushing aside the distracting thoughts of romance and what-ifs. She worked diligently, ensuring the women's vessels mended properly, dedicating herself to the healing process throughout the long, quiet night.

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