In the medical room,
A woman in a white dress was seen standing in front of the window. She was observing the atmosphere outside, which looked very quiet. The Healer’s emotions were turbulent, and the conversation with Madame Aufrodine and Loiston came back to her mind. The urge to come to Goddess Erie grew stronger and stronger, but she was not yet willing to act on it.
“Is this a good time to come to our lady? I have not been informed about when the emperor’s envoys are coming here. If I contact Goddess Erie, will she give me information? I am afraid she will do it,” Ethnia murmured doubtfully.
In the midst of her doubts, the full-figured woman had a vision: there were five teenagers, three boys and two girls, all of the same age. Four of the teenagers appeared to have fainted, and one girl appeared to be fast asleep. The situation left Ethnia stunned.
“Oh my… for Goddess Erie’s sake! Are those children alright? I need to get there right away before it is too late!” The silver-haired woman turned around as soon as possible and then walked in a direction. She could not wait to leave the place. When she arrived at the door, Ethnia opened the door and found her assistant tidying up a box containing herbs that had been specially brewed by the Healer.
“Menka, please give me the box. I have to go now.”
Without further ado, the blonde-haired girl turned her head when someone mentioned her name. Menka was surprised to find out who it was. “Yes, Madame Ethnia.”
Without waiting any longer, a woman who always looked young immediately took the box and then walked towards the senior, who was still waiting in the same spot. After arriving at the door area, Ethnia took the object that was handed to her. Before leaving the medical room, the Healer left a message for her assistant. “Thank you, Menka. I am going to the detention room underground. You stand guard here. If a child gets hurt, then you should be able to treat it.”
“What if someone is looking for you, Madame? Do I have to tell them the truth?” asked Menka, confused.
“It depends on the person. If it was Madame Aufrodine or Loiston, then you can answer truthfully,” replied Madame Ethnia, who seemed impatient, as the bad feeling about the five teenagers she had seen was getting stronger. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
Menka looked hesitant, but the other person’s expression was already annoyed, so the blue-eyed girl could do nothing but nod and let the senior Healer leave the infirmary as soon as possible. “Yes, Madame. I will do it.”
“Thank you.” After saying that short sentence, the woman who had been working at the Ztatzav Orphanage for a long time left with a worried look. Menka could only stare at her departure with a million questions in her heart. However, the virgin was unable to express this to Madame Ethnia due to her hesitation openly.
“Did something happen for Madame Ethnia to leave in such a hurry? Yes, it must have. I want to ask, but she will get angry.” Menka muttered after hearing the sound of the door opening and closing again, which meant the senior healer had left the medical room.
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Meanwhile, Ethnia hurriedly walked as if she was afraid that something would happen to the five teenagers serving time in the detention center.
I am sure Drena, Frazto, Shul, and Drutz have experienced something, so they fainted. Could the legendary female ghost have caused it? Yes, most likely so, thought the woman in charge of the infirmary.
The thirty-seven-year-old woman continued to walk quickly, and the streets were already quiet as the children at the orphanage were studying in their respective classes. Ethnia seemed to be racing against time, as the bad feeling she had in her heart kept urging her to arrive at her destination soon.
It was hot around the orphanage, as the sun was shining brightly. However, none of this seemed to deter Ethnia. She kept walking despite the intense heat, which made her sweat. A few moments later, the woman with a mole on her right cheek and also on her right nose began to arrive at a building separate from the main building but not too far from it.
Two men were standing guard, and they looked at the woman who had just arrived. “What did you come here for?” asked one of the tall men.
“I want to heal the teenagers in the detention center,” Madame Ethnia replied honestly. She was trying not to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
“What is that thing you are carrying, Madame?” The other man asked Ethnia with a flat look. From the movement of his face, the curly-haired man was aiming at the object that the opposite sex had been carrying.
“This is an herb that is usually used for healing.” A woman who had lived at the orphanage for a long time answered again. She deliberately showed the still-sealed wooden box to the inquisitive caretaker so that he would not ask further questions.
“Okay. You may come in, madame.”
Ethnia felt very relieved, as she had to help the four unconscious teenagers without further ado. She walked past the two men on guard, saying to them, “Thank you.”
The two guards did not respond to the interlocutor’s words and still stood in the same place as if nothing had happened. Ethnia saw a stone staircase leading down. She set foot on it and stepped accordingly. As the atmosphere felt by the Healer became colder and damper, a feeling began to arise that the one-hundred-and-sixty-seven-centimeter-tall woman could not explain.
The sunlight was getting less and less in there, but instead, many lit torches were attached to the walls so it did not get too dark. Ethnia descended the stairs carefully, as she did not want to fall or have an accident on the way to her destination. The full-figured woman tried to concentrate, even though it was difficult to do so under the circumstances.
“I hope they can still survive. It’s not my first time here, but it still feels uncomfortable.” Ethnia muttered as she descended the seemingly endless stairs.
When there were no more stairs, the stuffy and cold air returned. The torchlight still illuminated the place. Ethnia glanced around, and she saw that there were ten detention rooms, but some of them were occupied, and the rest were empty. The Healer walked up to one of the rooms with a feeling of anxiety. As she neared the door, she began to call out to one of Odess’ friends who was still lying on the floor. “Drena. Wake up.”
The young lady had not woken up yet. Such a moment confused Ethnia, but she seemed reluctant to give up. The woman who was always “Drena! Drena! Wake up! It is me.”
The virgin was still in the same condition, which left the Healer unable to do anything for the time being. Ethnia opened the wooden box she had brought before leaving the medical room. There was a wooden stick that looked like a staff and several small containers containing powdered medicinal plants that she had formulated.
The white-clad woman picked up the staff and pointed it at the body of the girl who was still lying in place. “O healing power, heal Drena. Not only that, go to the detention room where Frazto, Drutz, and Shul are. Make them realize and cure their illness.”
In less than five seconds, a large light green light came out, then the object broke apart. Some of the light entered Drena’s body, and the rest left the girl’s room. Ethnia watched silently as if witnessing what she had done. Ethnia turned her attention to the floor, to the objects near the target. “Are those glasses and plates? Did she eat?”
As Ethnia said, the teenage girl’s fingers moved, so the Healer noticed. However, she did not enter the room and stood outside, near the door. Eventually, Drena’s consciousness returned, but the virgin had not yet recovered one hundred percent. The gray-eyed woman picked up the staff again and recited the same incantation, and the green light came out of it and entered the body of the patient, who was still lying on the cold, dirty floor.
When the young woman was able to change her position from lying to sitting, Ethnia did not miss the opportunity. “Are you okay, Drena? What happened?”
The twelve-year-old girl still could not digest the situation, but she could hear the voice of the Healer. “Who is that?” asked Drena, holding her aching head.
“This is Madame Ethnia. I am the Healer in the medical room,” replied the interlocutor, who continued to observe her target without blinking.
Drena had not yet answered the question, as she still felt pain in the head area. Madame Ethnia also did not impose her will, so she could only observe every move of the interlocutor. The atmosphere was silent again, and a chill returned to the air. Such circumstances made the thirty-seven-year-old woman wary.
“Madame, run!”
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