Chapter 29: None Of The Clothes Would Fit The ve.


    Just when I started to think it was taking a bit too long for the servants to wash the ve, they finally brought the tidied man out.


    Miss, we dont have any clothes that fit the ve. What do we do?


    Hearing the servants report, I thought for a moment.


    There was the set of clothes that Damian had originally put on the ve, but knowing Damian, there was likely a hidden mechanism added somewhere to the clothes. Which was the reason why I couldnt bring myself to put those clothes back on him.


    When the servants brought out the man, his upper body waspletely revealed, with only a towel wrapped around his waist to hide his private parts. And looking at the servants expressions, it seemed as though they all saw something unbelievable.


    What exactly did they see?


    His muscr neck, coppery skin tanned from natural sunlight, andrge upper body were all proof that he had lived a long life of physicalbor.


    The maids standing in front of me all had their mouths agape as they stared at the ve.


    His incredible size.


    The mans body was close to what could be considered perfect.


    If Cassadin could bepared to a white wolf, then this man was abination of a bear and a ck panther. It was no wonder Damian wanted to gift this ve to the Crown Prince.


    But it was then. That the towel tied around his waist slipped off.


    As soon as the cover fell to the ground, all of the maids started to shriek.


    Kyaak!


    Aaaahhh!


    The maids didnt stop screaming, but even as they did so, not one of them turned to look away. There was even a maid who had covered her face with her hands but had her eyes wide open to look between her fingers. Then the cries progressively changed into squeals.


    Woahh


    Oh, the towel!


    The servants in charge of the ves bath picked up the towel that fell on the ground and tied it around him. It seemed like everyone who witnessed what had happened was regretful that it ended.


    Then I carefully peered at the ves state. His eyes werepletely unfocused.


    They used a tranquilizer.


    None of the clothes would fit the ve.


    Then you should have at least draped something over it! What in your right mind made it seem alright to bring it to the Miss in this state?


    Were terribly sorry.


    The servants bowed down and apologized in response to the housekeepers scolding. After waiting for everyone to finish talking, I then leisurely spoke up.


    Its alright. I will make the clothes for the ve.


    Y-youre going to do it yourself, Miss?


    Yes.


    How could a mere ve be allowed such an honor


    When I just quietly stared at the housekeeper, she pped her own mouth and bowed down.


    My apologies, Miss.


    You may leave now. And bring that ve to my room.


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    The half-naked unnamed man was brought into my room. Hisrge physique almost made my room seem small.


    Whats your name?


    He didnt answer. His grey-blue eyes were unfocused and were unable to look directly at me. And there were distinct marks left on his wrists from the ropes that once bound them.


    After watching the ve for a moment, I rang the bell and ordered the servants to prepare a meal.


    The servants soon brought a variety of dishes to my room. They continued to steal nces at the ve as they ced the food on the table.


    cing all of the dishes on the table, one of the servants then carefully asked me.


    Miss, is it really alright to give such precious foods to a ve?


    It is, so you may leave now.


    With my firm answer, the servants closed their mouths and left the room.


    Click.


    After checking that the door was closed, I then offered the food on the table to him.


    You must have been hungry on your way here. Eat as much as you want. Let me know if you need any more.


    He just stared at the food. Though there was warm mushroom cream soup, a juicy steak, and all sorts of dishes that allured ones nose and eyes, the man didnt move an inch from his seat.


    Its alright to eat everything, so dont hold back.


    I ced a fork in his hand.


    Trickle.


    I filled his empty cup with water. Then I waited for him to start eating.


    But he merely watched the steam rising from the dishes. It was natural to feel thirsty on a hot day like today, but the man didnt take one sip of his water.


    Does the food not suit your taste?


    But the man still didnt answer.


    Whats the matter with him?


    Damian wouldnt have wanted to send a disobedient ve to the Crown Prince. That would only damage his rtionship with the Prince. So there must have been a definite reason why he wished to send such a strong ve to him.


    After thinking for a moment, I pointed to the couch in my room and asked him.


    Will you pick up that couch?


    The couch was clearly too heavy to lift with just one person. But the man immediately rose from his seat at mymand and picked up the couch.


    Seeing the man pick up the couch without a single change in his expression made me a little bewildered. The way he held a couch that several servants could barely manage to pick up made it seem like what he was holding was not a heavy couch but a cotton ball.


    Alright, put it down.


    Thump!


    As soon as I finished my sentence, the man ced the couch back on the ground.


    Something doesnt seem right here.


    I decided to try one more time. This time, I pointed at therge dressing table.


    Can you move that there?


    Once again, the man immediately picked up the dressing table and moved it exactly where I asked him to.


    At that moment, what I felt was not joy that I obtained a strong, obedient ve but unease. Because it felt as if the man was created just for physicalbor.


    Even now, he seemed to be waiting for anothermand.


    He doesnt eat or drink.


    A normal ve would have been busy scarfing down the food already. Was there something wrong? Sensing that something wasnt right, I approached him.


    His dark, tough skin seemingly boasted a smooth texture. Then I swept my hand across his body.


    Theres a wound from a beasts attack.


    It was a long scar that started from his ribs right under his chest. Then I continued to inspect the mans body.


    Teeth marks.


    From its depth, its neither human nor an animal.


    And my expression hardened the more I examined his body. The wounds that were scattered throughout his tanned skin were not scars a normal ve would have.


    What exactly happened to this man?


    In order to find out if there were any problems with the mans body, I ced both of my hands on his chest. As a healer, Im able to see what illnesses the person has and what state they are currently in bying into contact with their body.


    I closed my eyes and concentrated my mind.


    The man who was gifted as a ve was definitely abnormal. Unlike his masculine exterior, his internal state was in shambles.


    His internal body was in such a terrible state that it was such a wonder that he was still alive.


    His heartbeat is erratic from the tranquilizer.


    Though his energy is being consumed, its not being supplied at all.


    His life will be in danger if this continues any longer.


    I removed my hands from his body for a moment and collected my breath. The man was still staring into the void with an unfocused gaze. From the first moment I saw him, he has not once made a different expression or spoken.


    Suspicious of that behavior, I forcefully opened the mans mouth.


    !


    I couldnt believe what I was witnessing. There was no tongue in the mans mouth.


    The shock from the sight caused me to swallow down my words. Peering in closer, I saw that someone had cleanly cut off his tongue. With extraordinary skill, it had been cut off just enough so the man wouldnt die from blood loss.


    To think the reason he couldnt speak was because he had no tongue. Suddenly, I remembered what Damian had said in the prison.


    It was a struggle preventing him from attempting suicide by biting his tongue.


    Did they cut off his tongue to prevent him from attempting suicide?


    I trembled at their cruelty. Damian was not sane. I took deep breaths as I rose back up from my seat.


    Wait here for a moment.


    Leaving the man behind, I opened the box that the servants had left in my room. Inside the box were several dozen needles of various sizes. And my stomach churned just from looking at them.


    Theyre tranquilizers. Even the most savage of beasts turn into harmlessmbs with these. The effectsts 10 hours.


    I recalled what Damians servant had said. Then I picked up one of the containers with a needle attached to it.


    After inspecting the tube holding the liquid, I dripped a few droplets of its contents onto a dish on the table. But it had no reaction to the food. I waited a little longer, but nothing happened.


    Contemting for a moment, I brought out a sealed container. It was a container filled with various precious herbs that I had collected since my youth.


    I removed the food from a dish and added one of the herbs to it. It was thistle, one of the rarer herbs that I had collected with my father. Then I added a few droplets of the tranquilizer onto the dish with the thistle.


    P-plop.


    A momentter, the thistle that had been a shade of dark green quickly started to wither. Absorbing the liquid drug, the thistle continued to shrivel until it turned bright red andpletely withered.


    The edges of the thistle that had curled into a red hue seemed much too pitiful, even for a nt.


    I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. Thistle was one of the best herbs to test the effects of drugs, so the results were not questionable. This wasnt a tranquilizer, but a poison imed to be a tranquilizer.


    The poison was one that was foreign, even with my vast knowledge of herbs and nts.


    What exactly is this tranquilizer made with? Did they make their own concoction?


    I dropped some of the tranquilizers onto several other herbs as well, but the only one that showed any reaction was the thistle.


    It seemed to have been made so that one could not figure out its contents. I felt disgusted by Damians scheme.


    Then why did Damian feed such poison to the ve he nned to gift to the Crown Prince?


    The answer was obvious.


    The reason he injected a drug with close to no antidote into the ves body was that such a strong ve shouldnt be next to the Crown Prince for long.


    He wanted to gain the favor of the Prince, yet he prepared measures so that he could remove the ve that would be an obstacle to him in the future.


    That crazy bastard.


    Damian treated others as no more than tools. Just as I had been used as a tool until I met my demise in my past life.


    I felt true pity for the man in front of me.


    Go lie on the bed.


    The man remained still.


    Its amand. Lie down.


    Hearing the wordmand, he slowly walked toward my bed andy down. When he settled on the bed, which wasrge enough for several to sleep in, it felt small and cramped instead.


    It wasnt this small even when Cassadin was on it.


    It felt as though there was a brown bear lying on my bed. After seeing that he was on the bed, I sat down on the edge and turned my body.


    Lets at least remove the poison that spread to his head first. Then turn his tongue back to its original state.


    It was likely because of the tranquilizer that he was in this daze. I hoped this would at least make him able to speak normally.


    If he could regain his senses, maybe he would be able to tell me what happened at the duchy.


    I cursed Damian as I ced my hands on the mans chest.


    Hup.


    Then a white light enveloped my hands and seeped into the mans body. This was most likely going to be the most energy I used in my life to heal someone. Not only was I removing the effects of the poison, but I was also regenerating a human tongue.


    I concentrated my entire mind on the process. I could feel what was happening inside his body through the tips of my fingers.


    The contents of the poison were iparably worse than the one that the Crown Prince had consumed. Since it was able to eat away at a body like this, it was likely that much stronger.


    May your heart settle and mind be clear as the skies.


    I sucked away the poisonous substances spread throughout his body.


    How much time has passed since?


    Soon after, the light returned to the mans foggy eyes, and life slowly started to flow through his body. The more light poured out of my hands, the more the mans state improved.


    It wasnt hard to heal external wounds. But healing a body that had been ruined from the inside consumed much more energy. Especially if that included regenerating a severed body part.


    Then I poured the rest of my energy into the man.


    I wasnt nning on going this far.


    It was after I had grown tired from the long session of healing. The man blinked slowly a couple of times, then slowly raised his head. The mans bright, icy eyes met with mine for the first time.


    Who are you?


    His voice shot into my ear. Unlike his rough exterior, the man had a clear and calming voice. I smiled out of relief that he had regained his senses.


    Where am I?


    Then my vision darkened, and I copsed on top of the man.