95 Chapter 95: Medical Paste (1/2)
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Musashi pulled out a chair and sat down at the side of the bed, in his hands were a few red flower petals, the hue on the petals was dark in the middle but got lighter as it reached the edges.
Musashi crushed the flower petals in his hand and mixed it with a green paste, once finished, he tore off Caesar's undershirt and rubbed the paste on his abdomen, chest, and back.
Once Caesar's wounds were covered in the medical paste, Musashi pulled the covers over Caesar's unconscious body and sat at the foot end of the bed to await his inevitable awakening.
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, thinking back to the battle, 'it's weird, although he has the same aura and bloodline as that race, his physical body is much weaker? Perhaps, he is slowly awakening it?' Musashi silently thought to himself while in deep meditation.
*knock*
”Clan head, your tea, and pipe have been prepared” A mesmerizing voiced echoed out from behind Musashi's doors, interrupting his deep thoughts.
”Ah yes, bring them in” Musashi responded simplistically after a few seconds of thought.
*creak*
The sliding doors were opened and a kneeling girl with waist length obsidian black hair, topaz eyes,and relatively sophisticated facial features appeared in the doorway. She had a round silver platter in her right hand with a steaming cup of hot tea and a tobacco pipe on it.
She smiled respectively slowly stood up, once standing, she carefully brought the silver platter to Musashi and put it on a table nearby, she casted a curious glance towards Caesar, who was currently in Musashi's bed, however, she quickly turned away as if she had seen nothing.
”He was injured in his last battle, so I am nursing him back to health… don't get any unnecessary thoughts” Musashi calmly explained while grabbing the tobacco pipe and lighting it with a flame from his finger.
”T-this lowly maid wouldn't dare think about anything past her boundaries,” the girl said anxiously as if fearing Musashi would think ill of her if she said anything he didn't want to hear.
Musashi closely examined the girl while puffing on his pipe, blowing a large amount of smoke into the room.
”I don't remember having a maid as pretty as you… where did you come from?” Musashi asked the kneeling girl curiously, he wanted to pass the time before Caesar woke up.
The girl kneeling on the ground slightly shivered and just barely raised her eyes to take a peek at Musashi's face, a glimmer of fear was clearly discernible in her gaze.
”My mother used to be a maid directly under you… w-when she died, she had asked me to follow in her footsteps” she spoke hesitantly while sneaking a few glances at Musashi every now and then.
”Interesting… I don't seem to remember any of my maids having a child as beautiful as you, alas, I can't keep track of them all” Musashi spoke in exasperation and slowly reached for the cup of tea on the silver platter.
He could feel the lass's heartbeat start to quicken as his hand got closer to the cup of tea, suddenly, right as his hand was about to touch the cup, he could feel movement on the bed.
His hand halted in mid-air causing the maid's expression to grow even more anxious, but, Musashi wasn't focused on her, but instead on Caesar, who's eyes were currently fluttering as if he was forcing himself to awake.
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