He could have killed Nigel before he returned to District 6.
But acting rashly now, together with Rocky McCarthy, he was not sure if he could kill them both.
If one of them ran back to District 6, it would be a disaster.
However, he at least now knew one piece of information.
The person who had helped Nigel break the curse was this butler working in the household of Count Bathist, Rocky McCarthy.
"Hmph, keep foolishly breaking the curse, it’s aningless. The feast is about to begin..."
Accompanied by an almost imperceptible chuckle, he vanished at the end of the road.
...
On the other side of Floral City Pariel.
It was late at night.
Nitrate General Hospital, officially nad Pariel Nitrate dical Supply Center, located in Poseen Kingdom’s capital Pariel District 3, is the largest hospital in Pariel with a rich royal background and modern dical achievents.
It was originally built by Nicholas Foket, the finance minister during the reign of King Lany XIV, aid as a facility for the poor and sick won, with Nitrate deriving from its original use—the site for a factory that produced Fire Attribute Magic Stones.
Over the centuries, the hospital had evolved into a large dical complex, and now it is not only a hospital that provides dical services to Pariel but also one of the major centers for dical research and education on the South Continent.
The upper floors of Pariel Nitrate Hospital were covered in the night’s embrace.
In a single room facing the sparkling city, the gentle moonlight flowed through the gaps in the curtains, spilling into every inch of the room like a stream.
The room was decorated simply, the lights dimd to their lowest, only a bedside lamp emitting a soft yellow glow that draped the entire space in a faint golden hue.
On the pure white hospital bed, a red-haired girl lay quietly.
She was wrapped in freshly changed bandages, with dried bloodstains faintly visible.
Despite this, she had safely passed through the crisis of life.
As ti slipped by.
The red-haired girl slowly began to regain consciousness from her deep sleep.
Her eyelashes trembled with difficulty.
Everything looked pitch black.
All around her was unusually quiet, with only occasional footsteps in the corridor and the low conversation of night-shift nurses from afar slightly breaking the silence.
After nearly half a minute, she finally slowly opened her eyes.
At first, she was sowhat confused, she tried to turn her head, her eyes roaming the interior of the room, as if trying hard to recognize this quiet space.
The red-haired girl’s gaze eventually settled on the peaceful night view outside the window, the silhouette outlined by Pariel’s skyline in the distance, a half-moon hanging high in the sky, casting silver light onto the sleeping city.
When she tried to move her body, the areas wrapped in bandages felt numb, as if the body were not her own.
"Where is this...?"
The red-haired girl struggled to sit up from the bed, the blood marks on her bandages deepened a bit.
She realized the room was not only inhabited by herself and imdiately beca alert.
Standing to one side of the ward was a man dressed in a dark butler’s outfit, with brown hair paired with gentle green eyes, appearing polite.
And by the bedside, there was a blonde girl, whose posture exuded the elegance of the nobility as well as so concern.
She felt she had so impression of these two people, but not deep, and couldn’t recall who they were.
"Who exactly are you?"
The red-haired girl’s voice was laced with obvious wariness and coldness,
"Why am I here? What are your intentions towards ?"
She clenched her hands, maintaining readiness to fight the two at any mont.
"Do you rember who you are?"
Christina asked first.
She looked at the red-haired girl’s forehead where the bandage had started to redden again and asked with so worry.
Logically, Enon, who had just fought with them in the Sacred Silvervine Arena the day before yesterday, should not be unable to recognize them both.
The doctor’s diagnosis report was that Miss Enon had sustained many fatal injuries and had survived only because of her physical robustness, but her brain had been severely injured and may have symptoms such as lack of coordination, personality changes, mory loss, and so on.
Christina’s question made the red-haired girl stunned.
"Who am I...?"
The red-haired girl murmured to herself as she touched her cheek.
Staring into the mirror, she remained blank for a long ti without an answer.
Finally.
"Your na is Enon Horn Rensuo."
Lanci handed her identification docunts to her and told her.
"Then who are you?"
Enon took the small bag of personal belongings, including her wallet and ID, and looked up at the two.
After checking, she confird that the items were indeed hers.
"My na is Rocky McCarthy, and she is Christina Baptiste. You don’t need to be so wary of ; it was us who sent you to the hospital. You can ask the doctors as well as the police,"
Lanci explained.
"Hmm..."
Enon forcefully covered her head, even as the bloodstains slowly began to seep through the gauze, she seed to feel nothing.
Her mind was a tangled ss, struggling to search for fragnts of mory, only touching on chaos and fear, as if wandering in a thick fog.
The only thing etched in her heart was the feeling that she seed to be in a life-threatening crisis.
The desperation of being pursued was deeply imprinted at the bottom of her heart!
And regarding the identity of these two familiar figures before her, she only felt that they were not the ones chasing her.
"Can you rember anything? If you need help, we will assist you."
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