After enduring Merlot’s harsh whipping, Alette fell into a deep coma.
His body had already been pushed to the brink of extreme weakness due to old wounds and a raging fever.
And now, with twenty heavy lashes from Merlot, it was like pouring oil on the fire.
At this very moment, Alette’s breathing was barely perceptible.
It could be said that, without timely and effective treatment, the worsening of his injuries to the point of death was all but inevitable.
But clearly, Merlot had no intention of letting that happen.
She gently peeled off her own spotless, beautiful clothes, revealing a figure of graceful curves and flawless, tender skin underneath.
Merlot didn’t know any powerful healing spells.
Her means of treatment were singular.
That was to use the advantage of her bloodline as a Bloodkin to repair Alette’s body.
Compared to other races, the magic within the Bloodkin was quite unique.
This magic could remain constantly active, working to heal the Bloodkin’s body and achieving remarkable regeneration.
Most Bloodkin secret arts also relied on this magic.
Now, what Merlot needed to do was transmit her magic directly into Alette’s body through close physical contact.
In fact, if it were any other Bloodkin, even a little distance would still allow for the transfer of magic.
But unfortunately, Merlot was the “less talented” one among the Bloodkin.
Even the slightest gap—even a thin layer of clothing—would render her magic inert and useless.
Therefore, she had to conduct a large-scale transmission of magic in this zero-distance fashion to ensure the treatment would be effective.
Moving quickly, Merlot removed her dress, underwear, and the pair of high-heeled open-toed sandals from her feet, becoming completely bare in an instant.
“I need to hurry, or the wounds might get worse.”
“No time to fuss with clothes bit by bit—what a hassle…”
Frowning, Merlot’s fingers suddenly clenched. With one swift motion, she tore apart Alette’s blood-soaked clothes.
As the fabric fell away, the terrifying wounds covering his body were exposed to the air.
Even unconscious, Alette’s body trembled from the overwhelming pain.
“Tch, so frail.”
“Not even one ten-thousandth as sturdy as a Bloodkin.”
“But hang in there a while longer—don’t you dare die.”
Muttering to herself, she slowly lowered her body, pressing her most delicate, softest parts completely against Alette’s bare body.
For a moment, her body, soft as congealed cream, draped over Alette’s torso and limbs like a silky jelly.
Their skin pressed tightly together.
“So hot!”
The instant her body touched his, Merlot frowned.
A Bloodkin’s body was always cold; even a normal body temperature from another race felt scalding.
And Alette, burning with fever, felt hot enough to nearly burn her.
“Really now…”
Gritting her teeth, she endured the burning heat and began channeling her magic into Alette’s body.
At that moment, deep in his coma, Alette began to sense something strange.
At first, even in unconsciousness, he could vaguely feel intense pain.
Against that all-encompassing pain, the weakness from illness felt like nothing.
But suddenly, the pain started to fade.
Without warning, his body stopped hurting.
At the same time, a cool, pressing sensation began to flow from above, covering his entire body.
Soft, slippery, icy cold.
Like being wrapped up by a gigantic slime.
With the pressure came a growing chill.
From the surface of his skin, the cold seeped in, soothing every painful part of his body.
“So comfortable…”
That precious coolness and comfort awakened an even deeper craving in Alette’s instincts.
He wanted to hold it close.
He wanted to pull it even nearer, ever closer…
“Hm?!”
Merlot’s entire body jolted.
“Alette, you—!”
Just as she was concentrating on channeling magic into Alette, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
She was already pressing down on him, their bodies closely intertwined.
But now, with his arms squeezing her, their flesh pressed together so tightly it was hard to separate.
When had a noble Bloodkin lady like Merlot ever been treated this way?
“Just you wait until you wake up—you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
Whether from the heat or for some other reason, Merlot’s Bloodkin body actually started to sweat.
The sensation between their bodies grew damp and slippery.
After several minutes, Merlot finally completed the magic transfer in utter exhaustion, collapsing limply to the other side of the bed.
“Ha…ha…”
“I’ve had enough of this…”
She turned her head and looked at Alette.
She saw that the surface wounds on his body had nearly healed, his condition much more stable, and his breathing growing calmer.
“Heh, looks like you got to keep your life.”
“What a pain—now I’ll have to go bathe again.”
In a rush, she slipped back into her discarded clothes, straightened herself, and sat on the edge of the bed, forcefully patting Alette’s shoulder.
“Lazybones, have you slept enough? Get up!”
Alette had only been in a shallow coma, and now that he felt much better, he woke up at the jostling.
“Mm…Miss?”
The moment he awoke, Alette realized he was completely stripped, his body free of any wounds.
It was as if the nightmare of that whipping had been nothing but a bad dream.
“As you can see, I’ve healed your wounds.”
“I hope you’ll remember that pain, and not do anything foolish in the days to come.”
Though clearly exhausted, Merlot still managed to maintain a dignified bearing, her tone cold and concise.
“I understand. Thank you for your grace, Miss.”
“Tch, did you think this treatment was free?”
Merlot crossed her legs, the lush curve of her thighs pressing together beneath her dress, her smooth, pale skin catching the lamplight and glimmering.
“Let’s see. I didn’t get to enjoy any good blood today, so I’m not in the best of spirits.”
“I remember there’s still quite a few bottles of aged bloodwine in my Bloodkin territory.”
“But that place is much too far. Even after using the teleportation array, it’ll take a long time to walk back to the estate.”
“So, Alette. Go fetch me a bottle of bloodwine.”
“Think of it as compensation for the magic I just spent treating you.”
“Yes, Miss. Thank you for your mercy.”
Alette nodded lightly, then quietly checked the condition of his body.
Although his surface wounds had healed, the deeper injuries remained, and his fever still hadn’t broken.
So, after a moment’s consideration, he added,
“However, Miss, my condition isn’t very good right now.”
“I’d like to request a day to recover from my injuries and illness.”
“Of course, I won’t trouble you with any of it. I’ll take care of everything myself.”
Hearing this, Merlot frowned a little, then answered,
“Honestly…fine. Just this once.”
Though displeased, Merlot granted Alette’s request for once.
“Thank you very much.”
“All right, that’s enough for today.”
Merlot turned and quietly pushed open the inn’s room door.
“By the night after tomorrow, I expect to see the bloodwine I want on the dining table.”
With that, she tidied her clothes, turned, pushed open the door, and her footsteps slowly faded into the distance.
“It’s finally over…”
To Alette, an angry Miss was more terrifying than any monster.
“She… actually healed me…”
He vaguely remembered the last time Merlot had treated him—it was before they began their adventure.
Taking a deep breath, he began looking for his clothes.
Seeing the rags of his torn, blood-soaked clothes on the floor, he smiled wryly, then fetched some spare clothing from the inn’s wardrobe and put it on.
Just as he finished dressing, hurried footsteps echoed outside the door.
The next moment, the door swung open.
Flafla appeared in the doorway.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her whole body shook with sobs.
“K-Knight, Sir Knight…”
“You, you’re not…not hurt…”
Flafla tried hard to speak, but each time she managed only a few words before being overtaken by sobs.
Since being driven out by Merlot, she’d hidden in a corner by the inn’s entrance.
Only after watching Merlot walk away did she dash back in a frenzy.
“Flafla, calm down.”
“I’m all right, Miss already treated me. I didn’t suffer any lasting injuries.”
Seeing Flafla in such a state, Alette immediately tried to comfort her.
“Sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier.”
“I was just afraid Miss would get too angry and drag you into it as well.”
“You were the one taking care of me—if you were punished because of me, it would be so unfair.”
Flafla wobbled a few steps forward, as if wanting to touch him.
But she suddenly stopped, drawing her hand back.
“I’m sorry…Sir Knight…”
“I’m sorry…”
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