Chapter 411 - Fake Curses (1/2)
*UNEDITED*
Should she scream?
Even though Kazuya left the room, he told her he would be nearby. If she screamed then he would surely come running. The problem is, with the current state of her voice she won't be able to let out a loud enough voice.
Rhys closed his eyes and pulled out a gorgeous brush with swirls. Lyn's demeanour immediately changed to an obedient one once she saw it. Ah, is he going to --
”Don't move,” Rhys muttered. He reached over and drew some words in the center of her chest.
She nodded her head slowly and watched as a familar strange glow surrounds them causing her eyes to widen. She already saw it before and yet, it still overwhelmed her whenever he does this. What kind of magic does Rhys use to make her feel better?
Like usual, Lyn felt her body become lighter. The tiredness she felt earlier and the weakness vanished. Is it because of these words? Rhys lifts her chin up to meet his gaze causing a light tint of pink to cover her cheeks, ”Hmph. Seems like the colour has returned to your face.”
He let's go and she fixes her clothes quickly.
”Leave it on for the rest of the day and perhaps a few hours in the morning too. Don't over do it. By nature your body is weak,” Rhys instructed.
Lyn stares at him in stunned silence for a few seconds, ”Have you always done this for me?”
”Yeah, when your body is weakening.”
He did this stuff to her before? But wouldn't she have recalled something like that. How come she didn't remember?
”It's kind of amazing though. I didn't know you could do stuff like this,” Lyn muttered. ”I mean, normally people don't use this kind of method to treat others.”
”Well isn't that my job?”
Lyn blinks in confusion at his words. His job?
Rhys pulled out an instrument from the side and starts strumming a few notes, ”Well I'm not exactly a normal Doctor - I'm more of a underground one. Though I do know the normal medical stuff, it's not something people know me for. This is still the Empire, despite the modernisation. Things like a spell isn't unusual.”
”Ah-huh, but this kind of magic is still peculiar.”
”Well,” Rhys nodded. ”That's true, but think of it this way. The power of words can be more convincing than anything. If somebody believes rumors they hear about a curse from an underground doctor - that's all it takes to make that person fall ill. Even if the doctor doesn't do anything. Because of the negative rumors and bad reputation, those people will think the doctor has cursed them. They will think about it to the point they will neglect their health. Loads of people die that way,” he paused and inter winded their hands. ”Don't worry about it, I don't want something bad happening to you.”
Even though what Rhys had just said was complicated, she somehow got it. At least she thought so. ”Eh.”
Rhys continued, ”You see, this whole thing is a matter of strength. Willpower I guess? The stronger I am, the more exhausted those who dislike me become. People believe curses work that way, when another person becomes stronger, somebody else will become weaker.”
Her sweat dropped at that comment, ”So, you don't curse people?”