Chapter 129 - Shattered Ramose (1/2)

The Great Healer's heart thumped at the sharp gaze, his body freezing from the bleak coldness within their depths. His surroundings span, the jumping veins at his temples fueling his panic. It was only when Ramose looked away from him that he returned to his senses.

”Haha...of course, Werewolf King. You can donate your blood to your mate.” Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he swallowed dryly before nervously breaking into strained laughter.

'I must have lost my mind to speak against the Werewolf King's decision.'

”Olsen, order your pack out of the room. During treatment, I don't want any distractions.” He agitatedly said.

”Yes, Great Healer. Pack, you are free to leave for now. Just remain on standby for emergency aid.”

”Yes, commander!” The four males immediately dispersed, leaving the room with only Olsen, the Great Healer, and Ramose, who went back to gazing at the unconscious female on the bed.

”Olsen, stand by your King's side. When the serpentine starts screaming, be ready to restrain him.” Left with no other choice, the healer placed Olsen in charge of keeping an eye on the unpredictable Werewolf King to restrain him in case he happened to snap and decided to lung at him in the middle of treatment.

”Don't worry, Great Healer. Leave King Ramose to me. You just focus on curing the serpentine.” Moving to the other side of the room, Olsen stood behind his King in a battle stance, ready to take action at any moment.

”Hmm...” Grabbing his tools, the Great Healer looked at the stoic Wolf King and nervously asked.

”Where will you be sitting, Werewolf King? Be sure to pick a comfortable location around the bed. Once treatment starts, you cannot move, otherwise, things will escalate out of control. The parasite will use the brief moment you shift to strengthen its hold on your mate.”

Ramose didn't speak. He kneeled on the side of her bed.

”That...will that be comfortable?” The healer couldn't help but ask.

”Nowhere in this realm is as comfortable as her side.”

The Werewolf King on his knees was as mind-blowing as seeing him lost and confused. The Great Healer was tempted to persuade him out of his actions, the sight making him unsettled, but upon recalling the fierce look he received earlier on advising the beast, he shut his mouth.

'What is it to me. Where ever he sits and in whichever position he sits is up to him. I only need to concentrate on my task and leave from here in one piece.'

Without any more delay, he took out the blood transfusion Red Veintilular1 and inserted it in the serpentine's arm. Moving to the Wolf King's side, he stretched the red vein and expectantly looked at the latter.

Ramose stretched out his arm, his actions mechanical and expression impassive, as the Great Healer nimbly inserted the vein into his blood vessel.

With his preparations complete, the healer moved to the other side of the serpentine and placed three crimson plants with faces on their blooms above the serpentine's head, on her stomach, and below her feet.

Immediately, the faces snapped their eyes open and stretched their mouths, exposing red pupils and rows of razor-sharp teeth. As if sensing the impending danger, the Thunder-Kill Spectra inside Versailles's body reacted violently, wreaking havoc in the young serpentine's body.

”Kreeee!”

The plants screeched in defiance and suppressed the parasite, forcing it to concentrate towards her forehead, where the plant above inhaled in a sucking motion, as if to suck it out of her body.

”Ahhhhh!”

At this instant, the motionless and unconscious serpentine screamed at the top of her lungs. It was as if her soul was being ripped apart and her heart was being wrenched right out of her chest.

”Ahhhhh”

The cry was so devastating, encompassing an unimaginable pain, that the hearts of the individuals in the room that were already prepared for it shook at its sound.

On hearing his mate's heart-rending cry, the stoic expression on the Werewolf King's face finally shattered. Tears uncontrollably slid down his face, his thin lips trembling as his body shook.

”Versailles, Versailles...I am here...I am here, Light.”

Even though his mind was shrouded in a haze, his body failing to respond in the wake of her sudden fall, Ramose still clearly heard the words of the Great Healer and his right-hand commander.

It was hard not to hear them considering his heightened senses as a Werewolf King that practiced the secret manual of the Ancestral Wolf. The only problem was that his body felt as heavy as if three giant mountains were weighing down on him. He could neither speak nor move without exerting tremendous effort.