In the academy’s pristine dical wing, Ambrose found himself seated on an examination bed, observing the school nurse with analytical interest. She embodied the stereotypical description he’d encountered in novels - a professional woman in her late twenties wearing wire-rimd glasses, her white coat crisp and perfectly pressed. Her curves suggested an hourglass figure, and her presence carried an air of mature confidence that seed at odds with her subsequent behavior.
"Thanks for doing this," she said, approaching with a clipboard. "Your maid hasn’t been letting anyone examine you. Even though you’ve recovered, we still need to do a proper checkup." She paused aningfully. "Our lives rather depend on it, after all."
Ambrose nodded, understanding the unspoken concern. Victoria wasn’t known for being the reasonable kind, if anything was to happen to her son in the academy, they would definitely pay for it, no questions asked. With this in mind the academy had to demonstrate due diligence in caring for her son. He offered a reassuring smile as the nurse placed her clipboard on the nearby table.
What happened next caught him slightly off guard. The nurse perched herself halfway onto the examination bed, her expression brightening with barely contained excitent. "Can I have your blood?" she blurted out, then imdiately flushed as she registered her own words.
"It’s not what you think!" she backpedaled, waving her hands frantically. "I’ve just never seen a condition quite like yours. No offense, but..." she trailed off, looking mortified.
"It’s okay," Ambrose encouraged, finding her flustered state sowhat amusing.
"You’re physically weak, yet your body shows no signs of illness or disease," she explained, professional interest briefly overcoming her embarrassnt. "I’d like to study... I an, not in a laboratory setting!" Her composure cracked again. "I just want to see if there’s sothing unique about your physiology. Not that you’re not already special, I an..."
She finally stopped talking, her face burning bright red. Ambrose observed her with growing interest - her appearance had suggested mature sophistication, making this awkward, enthusiastic personality all the more intriguing. He reached out and patted her head gently, causing her to look up with wide eyes.
"It’s okay, I understand," Ambrose reassured her with gentle patience. The nurse’s eyes lit up with renewed enthusiasm.
"Really? Can I?" At his confirming nod, she practically bounded off the examination bed, her earlier professional deanor completely forgotten in her excitent. She rushed to retrieve a fresh needle pack, her movents carrying an almost aggressive eagerness as she tore open the sterile packaging.
In her haste to return to Ambrose, she failed to notice her lab coat tangling around her feet. Her montum carried her forward as she stumbled, sending her flying toward him with a startled cry. She expected to land on him but instead of colliding with him directly, she landed face-first on the bed sheets beside him.
"Are you okay?" Ambrose asked softly, patting her back with gentle concern. His mind couldn’t help but question the convenient timing of her fall. Was this genuine clumsiness, or was it…
Before he could pursue that line of thought, she sprang up from the bed, her face flushed with embarrassnt. "I’m so sorry! I was just excited and I... I..." Her stamring seed genuinely mortified, making him question his own suspicions.
Ambrose studied her flustered attempts at explanation, a small smile forming on his lips. Perhaps he was overthinking things after all. "It’s okay, no one was hurt," he assured her. Seeing that her embarrassnt might keep them there indefinitely, he extended his arm in a clear invitation to proceed with the blood draw.
After she finally collected her sample, Ambrose examined the small puncture wound as he left the infirmary. The system’s earlier notification about his increased weakness suddenly connected with disturbing clarity in his mind. His unusually pale complexion, combined with the blood he’d sacrificed to revive Hualing - it all pointed to one concerning conclusion.
"It doesn’t regenerate," he murmured to himself, understanding another fundantal limitation of his condition.
…
The mont Ambrose’s footsteps faded from the corridor, an extraordinary transformation overtook Nurse Elena. Her bubbly, flustered deanor vanished like morning mist, replaced by a cold, calculating expression that seed far more natural on her features. With precise, practiced movents, she secured the infirmary - doors locked, curtains drawn, creating a bubble of perfect privacy.
She approached one of the dical cabinets with purposeful strides, no trace of her earlier clumsiness. Hidden behind mundane dical supplies lay her true objective: a massive crystalline sphere, its surface swimming with otherworldly depths. She placed it carefully on the examination table, her hands moving through a series of complex gestures as she channeled her magic into the artifact.
The crystal’s clouded interior shifted, eventually resolving into a figure wearing an elaborately crafted snake mask. Even through the magical connection, his impatience was palpable.
"What is it?" the masked figure demanded, his masculine voice carrying a sharp edge. "Didn’t I tell you not to contact without sothing important?"
Elena’s response was to hold up a clear glass vial, its contents a rich crimson. "I got it," she announced, her voice steady despite her obvious nervousness.
The snake-masked figure’s posture shifted, betraying genuine surprise. "How did you get it?" Disbelief colored his tone - and genuinely so, acquiring blood from the Rothschild heir shouldn’t have been this simple.
"He ca for a checkup," Elena explained, her words carefully asured. "I told him I wanted it for research purposes, and he... just gave it to ."
A laugh erupted from behind the snake mask, equal parts amused and incredulous. "So it was that simple?" He paused briefly. "Good work."
Elena’s professional facade cracked slightly, hope creeping into her voice. "Then... about my..."
"No need to get impatient," he cut her off smoothly. "I will keep my promise." His words seed to ease so of her tension, though anxiety still lined her features. "You just have to do one more task for ."
Her eyes widened at this additional requirent, but he quickly added, "It won’t be so difficult this ti," punctuating the statent with a knowing chuckle.
Changing topics abruptly, he pressed for more information. "When you examined him, did you notice anything?"
Elena’s brow furrowed in concentration. "When I deliberately stumbled toward him, he used teleportation magic."
"Teleportation magic?" The snake mask tilted thoughtfully. "Probably just a spatial treasure." He paused. "Anything else?"
"I detected so form of charm technique," she reported, touching her chin pensively. "Though it seed... passive. As if he wasn’t actively using it."
"Charm technique, huh?" The figure seed to ponder this new information before offering a curt, "Okay, nice work."
Hope surged in Elena’s expression once more. "So, about..." But the crystal clouded over, the connection severed without ceremony.
She stared at the now-dormant sphere for a long mont before lashing out, her foot connecting with the table leg. The crystal bounced precariously but held steady. Elena’s composed facade finally shattered completely as she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
[VOLU 2 END]
A/N - Thanks everyone for taking the ti to read my work. What should we call this volu?
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