The antidote lasted for ten minutes. In just ten minutes, Leon's body was already bleeding profusely.
When Leon finally spat out the Tide Spider's venom, Angor quickly used Heal to stop the bleeding.
However, Angor could only heal Leon's external injuries, such as broken bones and damaged organs, which Thewis helped with.
When everything was done, Leon fell asleep again.
"He lost too much blood. He'll recover after a week of rest." As Thewis spoke, he extended his psychic tentacles toward Leon to sense the condition of his body.
Suddenly, Thewis' expression became one of bewilderment. "Hmm? I feel like his willpower forging technique has improved by another level?"
Thewis' voice attracted his attention.
"Perhaps it's because he used the antidote, but I can sense that his spiritual force has increased by a bit. He's actually using the Willpower Forging Technique to its limit." Thewis sighed with emotion. "Leon's tenacity is truly rare among mortals."
"So my brother's spiritual power level is 11 now?" Angor asked.
Thewis nodded. "Yes. Willpower Casting can only increase a person's spiritual power by 3 points, and it's only suitable for mortals. Leon's spiritual power level increased from 8 to 11. That's rare. "
"Well, it's not a bad thing after all," Eureka added. "It's not easy to improve spiritual power."
Angor was a little surprised. It was indeed a blessing in disguise. He was happy for Leon's safety, but he still hoped that such things would not happen again.
It was three o 'clock in the morning.
Angor finally settled Leon down. The knight and Head Servant Mana who went out to look for Leon also came back.
Mana looked at Leon, who was lying on the bed with a pale and weak face. Her expression was full of worry.
"Don't worry. Didn't the doctor say Leon is just weak? He'll be fine after a few days of rest," Angor comforted Mana.
Mana wiped her tears. "When I heard that Viscount Leon went missing near the Kraken Waterfall, I was so scared. It reminded me of —"
Mana paused halfway through her words.
Angor knew who Mana was referring to. Sixteen years ago, it was the coldest winter ever for Padt Manor. A beautiful woman named Habasha fell into a tributary of the Kraken Waterfall. She was rescued quickly, but her body was damaged by the water for too long.
Habasha survived for two weeks before she was declared dead.
Habasha was Old Padt's wife, as well as Angor and Leon's mother.
It was precisely because he recalled that Habasha had also fallen into a tributary of Koozan. It was no wonder that Mana had even ignored him and insisted on going out with the knights to search for Lyon. She was worried that the past would repeat itself.
"Everything will be fine." Angor wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or Mana.
While Mana stayed in Leon's room to take care of him, Angor left. For one thing, Lyon needed to get enough rest and not have too many people around him. For another, he needed to know Thewis's attitude when he arrived.
Thewis and Eureka were sitting on a sofa in the grand living room. Neither of them spoke a word, but Angor could tell that they knew each other very well.
Eureka rarely came to the main castle because there were too many mortals around, and she didn't want to be disturbed. She would either stay in the stilt house or go to the Demeter to rest.
But today, both of them suddenly came to the main castle. Angor knew that they were waiting for him.
As Angor expected, Thewis pointed at the other end of the sofa and asked him to take a seat.
Eureka frowned when Angor sat down. "You really know how to hide things from us, Angor. You're an alchemist, but you didn't show any signs of it after half a year. "
Angor already knew Eureka would say something like this when he first started the potion. He expected Eureka to be annoyed, but to his surprise, Eureka didn't sound angry at all. Instead, she spoke in a mocking tone.
"I've never hidden anything from you. It's just that I've been busy with Jon ever since I came back. I don't have time for alchemy."
"You're right. You're more concerned about Jon." Eureka paused for a second. "Since you're an alchemist, then …"
Angor thought Eureka was going to ask him to help her with her potion crafting.
"You broke Brulee's monocle last time, so you're responsible for it."
Angor was a little surprised to hear this. He did see Brulee wearing a monocle when he first came back, but the monocle was broken during the fight.
Angor considered for a moment and nodded. Making a monocle for Brulee wasn't a big deal.
Eureka didn't say anything else after that. Thewis, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke up. "I heard from Seelie that you gave Jon a dream weaver ant?"
Angor thought to himself, Here it comes.
"Just so Jon can have a good dream," Angor explained.
Thewis nodded. "Let Jon dream, and then you enter his dream. I didn't think of such a method. "
"I haven't seen Jon for a long time, and I happen to know some Dream Manipulator cantrips." Angor tried to change the topic. "Jon's condition is deteriorating, and we can't find a way to save him. Mister Thewis, do you have a way to save him?"
"I just went to check. Jon can only maintain his three-state balance. As for how to save him, I didn't find any clues during my trip. "Thewes paused." Perhaps you can try to find Master Mithra. I saw you have Mithra's alchemy notes. You know him, right? "
"We've met a few times, but I don't know him that well. I don't want to tell anyone about Jon's existence until it's absolutely necessary. What do you think, Mister Thewis? "
"I respect your opinion, but if you really want to save Jon, it's much easier to announce it to the public than to shut yourself in."
Thewis' words puzzled Angor a little.
Wasn't Thewis supposed to care about Jon a lot? Even Eureka said that Thewis cared more about Jon than she did. However, Thewis didn't seem to be acting like what Eureka had told him to do.
In fact, he was much friendlier than before.
"If you need anything, you can come to me anytime." This was the last thing Thewis said about Jon.
Thewis suddenly stood up when Angor was still wondering why Thewis was treating Jon differently from what he expected.
"There's something else I need to ask you. But this isn't the place for that." Thewis walked to Angor and put a hand on his shoulder.
A strange power began to spread from Angor's shoulder. At the same time, Angor's vision went dark, and in the next second, he found himself in a strange space.
There was nothing but chaos around him, and he was floating in the center of the space.
Angor looked around. This place looked like a Chaotic Universe, but it wasn't spacious at all.
"We're in an exile space, and he can only create a small safe zone here. Let's just make do with it." A red-painted fingernail touched Angor's shoulder along with a fragrant scent.
He looked back and saw that Eureka had also shown up in the same area.
"Exile Space?" Angor muttered. He had never heard of such a term before, and Eureka didn't seem to want to explain it to him. He didn't know why Thewis had brought him here. However, under unclear circumstances, it was best to remain silent.
Thewis was standing right in front of Angor.
He noticed that Thewis' expression was getting darker and darker by the second.
What's going on? Everything was fine before. Could it be that Thewis had brought him in to threaten him? Or to kill him?
Angor's mind was filled with all kinds of horrible consequences, and he felt more and more scared.
Soon, he realized why Thewis was so angry. Thewis strode to Angor and grabbed Eureka's hand, which was resting on Angor's shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Eureka pushed Thewis away and rubbed her hands. "You're so strong. Do you want to fight me?"
"It's nothing." Thewis' expression changed from a gloomy one to a faint smile. "I just think this location is better."
So … Thewis was jealous? Angor thought.
"I brought you here because I have something I need to ask you."
"What is it?"
Thewis took out a luxurious crown from his storage space and placed it in front of Angor.
Angor's pupils shrank, and his expression darkened.
"Do you know what this is?"
Of course he knew what Thewis was holding. He was the one who crafted the crown.
Thewis didn't understand why Angor looked so strange, but that didn't stop him from talking to himself. "It's a replica of the Crimson Crown. According to Irisa, you crafted it, right?"
"… That's right." Not only did he craft the crown, but he also tried his best to restore the magic array on it. But Irisa reacted like, "Huh? So these marks are actually magic patterns? I thought they were just normal runes. Hahahaha! "
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