Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 33: Injured father

Arthur had taken both his mother and father home the same day he visited Atinberg.

Asking Tinker to watch over them turned out to be the right call. He never could’ve guessed they’d be attacked on the way back—or that things would spiral this far.

Now, his father still lay unconscious, his head resting gently on his wife’s lap as the carriage rocked along the road.

The carriage had been sent by Scott, and even the driver was someone he’d trusted for the job.

Arthur had told him he would return tomorrow—and finish this Chapter for good.

Because if anyone understood what happened when you let your enemies live, it was Arthur.

If someone could carry a grudge for fifteen years, then unless that person was dead, that hatred would never fade.

And Arthur was going to make sure of that. The ex-Viscount would disappear.

"Arthur... are you really not hurt?" His mother’s voice broke the silence. She’d asked the same thing three times now.

Though her bleeding had stopped, she still looked pale and drained. Yet even in this state, she worried more about him than herself.

"I’m perfectly fine, Mother," he said softly. "You need to rest."

Virelle smiled gently. She raised her hand and cupped his cheek. "As long as your father and my children are safe, I will be, too. Don’t worry about me."

Arthur felt a tightness in his chest at her words. A mother’s love... it was hard to put into words. Harder still to fully grasp.

He didn’t press her to sleep again. He only asked her to close her eyes and stop speaking, so her mind could find a bit of peace.

Virelle nodded slowly, leaned her head against the carriage wall, and closed her eyes.

She needed rest.

The carriage rolled into Westmere and Arthur called out, "Wait a moment here,"

The carriage driver, having seen what happened back in the mansion, flinched and immediately pulled the reins.

*NEIGHH*

The carriage came to an abrupt halt, and Arthur had to instantly put his hand against his mother’s shoulder so she didn’t hit the wall.

"Idiot! Who told you to pull the reins so suddenly?!"

"Auu...sorry...." The driver apologized.

Arthur exhaled an exasperated sigh and asked, "Are you okay, Mother?"

Virelle nodded before she told him, "Don’t be rude to him, Art. He was just startled."

Arthur nodded, "Okay, I understand. Wait for me, I will be back in a bit."

He jumped off the carriage soon and dashed inside the church.

Pushing open the door, the first person his eyes landed on was the Head Priest, who also saw him and called out, "Arthur?" His expression clearly told the man that there was something wrong.

"Come with me. My parents are injured." Arthur requested him and the Priest didn’t hesitate even for a moment before delegating his job of praying to the other priest and making his way out of the church.

He was led to the carriage by the younger one as he asked, "What happened to them?"

Arthur snickered, "An old fart decided to backstab them."

Bowman didn’t ask further. If Arthur didn’t give a clear answer then it means he intended to hide it

He climbed the carriage and upon realizing Aston’s condition and looking at Virelle’s wound, he gasped, "How did you get that injury." Bowman could see that the wound was cleaned but there was still quite dried blood and a clear cut mark on her head.

And about Aston...then, although he was breathing normally, and his clothes looked normal(Arthur changed them so his mother wouldn’t panic), he looked quite pale.

Bowman didn’t need to tell what he had to do.

He first got done with the easy task of healing the wound on the lady’s head. Although the mark didn’t disappear, her head was no longer hurting.

"Remember to apply medicine to the wound so the scar fades away. And also, don’t move around much for a few days." The Priest told her in a slightly strict voice.

Virelle nodded in understanding before she turned towards her husband and asked, "Wh-What about him...how is he?"

Bowman didn’t say anything right away and first assessed Aston from top to bottom.

There were no serious injuries, except for a few large cuts which were quite fresh...his condition signifies that he has been critically wounded and then hastily healed.

Bowman could tell that since he had seen such cases when he used to work in army camps in the past. When soldiers returned injured they had to heal them quickly rather than leaving them on their own recovery. And Aston’s body has gone through some similar.

"Father?" Arthur asked, a tinge of concern laced in his voice.

Bowman informed them, "His situation is stable but he lacks blood and muscle mass...a poor execution of Healing spells I could see on him."

Virelle released a choked sob and hurriedly asked, "H-He will recover, right?"

Bowman thought for a moment before he said, "Right medication, right food, and regular healing...with all this he will survive."

"However, " saying so, Bowman looked at Arthur and said, "The herb that rapidly generates blood is quite expensive...around two thousand gold coins for each grain and your father needs at least seven of them."

Arthur has a serious frown on his face as he asks, "Please write everything you need to heal him, including your fees. For the next seven days, please be his full-time doctor, I request you."

Arthur bowed his head, his voice slightly trembling near the end.

Bowman was startled by the sudden shift in his behavior as he said, "I don’t need any fees, son. The patient here is the ruler of the town so it’s my duty to save him."

Arthur heaved a sigh.

Fortunately, there was a responsible medic in the town whom he could trust.

And if it’s about the money for the herbs and other things then Arthur hasn’t spent his past three years doing just training.

Looking at the unconscious face of his father, Arthur inwardly muttered, ’Just wake up soon, Father...’

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