Amon, The Legendary Overlord
chapter-261

"I feel much better now," announced Amon, breaking the silence that had settled in the room after a few minutes.

His words seemed to trigger a sigh of relief in Mabel. She lightly tapped her chest, a radiant smile lighting up her face, where a pair of small canines gleamed.

Mabel had total confidence in the efficacy of the antidote prepared by her grandmother, however, anxiety and worry had created a knot of uncertainty in her stomach. Now, seeing Amon's almost instant improvement, this knot unraveled, leaving in its place a sense of joy and relief. The confirmation of the medicine's effectiveness filled Mabel with satisfaction and gratitude.

"That's great," Mabel murmured, her words, although soft, filled the quiet room, reaching the ears of everyone present. There was palpable relief in her voice, the previous anxiety replaced by grateful calm.

The girls' gazes turned to her, their faces lit up by a shared feeling of relief and gratitude. They nodded in agreement, their eyes sparkling with a reflection of the renewed hope that Mabel's words had inspired.

Soon, a wave of congratulations and words of thanks filled the room. Each one expresses, in their own way, the joy over the antidote's effectiveness and Amon's safe recovery. The atmosphere, which had previously been laden with tension, was now radiating a sense of relief and joy. There was soft laughter, words of encouragement, and gestures of affection, each contributing to the tapestry of emotions now permeating the room. Amon's countenance, previously marked by illness, was gradually regaining color, and with it, the hope of everyone in the room was also reborn.

"I know you're all excited about his recovery, but it's important to give him some space to breathe and eat," Bianca said, clapping her hands softly to draw the girls' attention. "I've already asked for a nutritious soup to be prepared for Amon. Ani is at the door with the meal, Barbara, please, go fetch. The rest of you, wait in the living room."

"Understood," Barbara promptly replied.

The girls nodded, leaving the room with some reluctance, but recognizing the wisdom in Bianca's words.

It didn't take long for Barbara to return, bringing with her a clay pot with a lid. She placed the pot and a silver tray containing a glass of juice on the bedside table.

However, before Barbara could pick up the clay pot to serve Amon, Bianca anticipated.

Holding the pot directly, not caring about the heat, Bianca offered Amon a gentle smile, while holding a spoon in the other hand.

"Mom..." Barbara seemed disappointed but ignored it, she just sighed.

Despite her momentary disappointment, Barbara took a step back, allowing her mother to take over the task.

Barbara had to acknowledge that, although she was Bianca's daughter, there were certain qualities she couldn't replicate. For instance, at that moment, besides her mother's imposing presence, there was a lazy, noble, beautiful, and dignified aura radiating from her, something she rarely saw in her mother, except when in front of Amon.

But even when not near Amon, Bianca's aura was of a lazy nobility, almost indifferent, creating a feeling of distance, as if they lived in different worlds.

This feeling, this presence, was something Barbara could not replicate, no matter how hard she tried. It was a peculiarity that her mother had, an inimitable feature that she, despite all her efforts, could not reproduce without seeming like a cheap imitation.

As Barbara sighed with a hint of resignation, Bianca had already started the task of feeding Amon, who accepted without any protest. He didn't even attempt to argue that he could do it himself.

"Amon," Bianca broke the silence with her soft voice. "Your university has made arrangements so that neither you nor the girls suffer academically. Thus, when the situation on Planet Nuvoria was resolved, many contribution points were assigned to all of you."

"Oh?" Amon seemed genuinely interested.

Even though he already had a considerable amount of contribution points, his grandmother had always taught him that it's better to have in excess than in lack.

"How many CPs are we talking about?" Amon asked.

"One million CPs!" Bianca announced with a satisfied smile, which broadened to see surprise settle on Amon's face.

After all, it was an absurd amount. Even she was surprised when she first heard it. Even if it was divided equally among the six people, each would receive a little over 160,000 CPs.

"Very generous of them," Amon finally spoke after a few seconds of silence, digesting the news.

At the moment, Amon had a little over 250,000 CPs. With the addition of one-sixth of the new amount, he would now have a total of over 400,000 CPs.

CPs were significantly more valuable than university credits, in addition to allowing for the acquisition of more exclusive items. After this revelation, he would need to seriously consider how to spend these points, perhaps even being able to advance directly to Level 3 or reach the peak of this level.

Now, his need for power was more urgent than before, and he was no longer willing to save the resources he had at his disposal. If there was a lesson Planet Nuvoria taught him, it was that while he remained weak, he would not only put himself at risk but also those who were by his side.

If he had been a little weaker and hadn't taken so many risks, perhaps the outcome of events would have been different and the girls, particularly Ariel and Mabel, could have been captured, going through unimaginable situations.

"Right, they should have taken this stance, after all, we were talking about highly sought-after criminals with large rewards for their capture," Bianca commented, while gently blowing the soup on the silver spoon.

Amon pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. Although he didn't know all the details of the outcome, from what he had heard from Zingringa, he knew that clandestine experiments were being conducted on that planet, apparently involving human beings. This kind of action was absolutely unacceptable. Taking this into account, it made sense that they were graced with such a generous reward.

It took a little over an hour for Amon to finish all the soup. Even though he was recovering well, he was still convalescing.

After Bianca finished feeding him and noticed that he began to show signs of sleep, she and Barbara also withdrew from the room, leaving Amon to rest in peace.