Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End
chapter-588-2

Roel’s body, which the Mother Goddess had painstakingly enhanced, was a treasure trove in itself. His heart was not the only part that was special. Flowing through his bloodstream was the Blood Clan’s Primordial Blood, which boasted exceptional recovery prowess.

The Blood Clan was known for its longevity and high-speed healing; it was little wonder that its Progenitor’s blood essence was one of the most valuable treasures in the world. While it was unable to bring back the dead—at least when it had been diluted by Roel’s blood—it should be able to enhance Wilhelmina’s recovery ability.

Blood transfusion was much safer than organ transplantation, especially for Origin Level 1 Race Sovereigns. Their superior constitution allowed them to safely take in most bloodlines.

Roel immediately acted on it after having made up his mind.

He raised his wrist above Wilhelmina’s charred flesh and slashed it with a dagger. His blood trickled out at a surprisingly slow pace, possibly because he had lost too much blood or because his blood pressure had decreased due to only having a quarter of his heart left.

Nevertheless, the effects were magnificent.

As soon as his blood fell on Wilhelmina’s charred body, her Origin Level 1 body absorbed this sudden influx of energy right away, and it stimulated her mana. There was an immediate boost in her regenerative ability.

“This should do it…”

After allowing the blood to trickle for a few minutes, Roel fell unconscious once more.

…

Roel woke up again with his condition worse than before.

Even Indestructible Body struggled to heal him from the damage he had accumulated from his bloodletting and the side effects of the Crown’s Stones. His poor condition inevitably slowed his recovery rate.

It was fortunate that the absorption of the Six Calamities into his soul had granted him strong resistance against the side effects of the Crown’s Stones, so all he had to do was to grit his teeth and pull through it.

He first checked on his condition.

My cut has healed up, and the blood pool has dried up. We have probably spent around a day in this stone chamber now.

Wilhelmina still hadn’t woken up, but her condition was clearly improving. Her faint breathing was at least audible now, a sign that her lungs were recovering well.

Roel’s heart was put at ease.

With this, Wilhelmina was at least in a stable physical condition for the time being, and it was only a matter of time before she recovered. The only worry left was her mental state.

Looking at the sleeping beauty lying amidst her scattered ash-blue hair left Roel with an ache in his chest. Despite decisive measures afterward, there was no question that Wilhelmina had died at one point in time.

His emergency rescue procedures only began fifty seconds after her breathing came to a halt. While he continued to supply her with life force during this period, there was no guarantee that her brain didn’t suffer any severe damage as a result.

“Even a single word would be great…” Roel murmured sorrowfully as he touched her cheeks.

However, he quickly shook his head and pulled himself together. Clenching his jaw, he supported himself upright and began making preparations for the final step of his plan.

He had come up with a three-step approach to saving Wilhelmina. The first step involved treating the heart, followed by the organs, then a cleansing of her body.

Wilhelmina had taken the Race Sovereigns’ attacks on his behalf in the earlier battle, resulting in the shattering of her armor. Many of the metal shards had pierced into her body, resulting in a second wave of damage for her.

These metal shards were of lesser importance previously, but now that she had started to heal from her injuries, it was important to properly clear them away. Otherwise, it would impede her recovery. Thus, this was the final task Roel had to do.

For a moment, he stared hesitantly at the remaining tatters covering Wilhelmina’s body before tearing them off and tossing them aside. He would have been considered a beast for stripping the clothes off a sleeping woman, but that was not important given the situation.

Besides, it seemed ridiculous to fuss over her body when he had even seen her innards.

After clearing away the final hindrance, the first thing he did was gently run his fingers across her body to confirm the metal shards’ locations with his mana. Then, he slowly removed them one by one, from small to large.

This was an extremely time-consuming job.

All in all, there were more than fifty metal shards lodged in Wilhelmina’s body. The smaller ones were not much of an issue, hurting only the superficial skin and flesh, but some of the larger ones were tricky to deal with, especially those that had punctured the innards.

Roel was left with no choice but to bloodlet again. The moment he pulled out the metal shard, he would let out a blood droplet so that the injured region could quickly regenerate. To alleviate her pain, he even resorted to the Crown’s Stones.

While he often brandished Glacial Touch’s frost aura as a weapon, it could also be used as anesthesia in minute quantities. Admittedly, it was unlikely that Wilhelmina could feel any pain in her current state, but he couldn’t bear operating on her without doing anything at all.

He ended up passing out from exhaustion three times in the process of removing the metal shards, but it was fortunate that he didn’t remain unconscious for long. When he finally pulled out the final metal shard, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.

As the tension left his body, his taut nerves finally slackened, and the world began to spin around him.

No, I can’t pass out yet.

Clenching his jaw, Roel squeezed a blood droplet onto the wound and made sure that it closed up. Then, he covered her with his own tattered clothes before finally resting his back against the stone chamber wall, gasping for air.

It took a day, but he finally accomplished his arduous mission.

All that was left was to entrust his and Wilhelmina’s fate to the world and pray that she would survive this ordeal and regain consciousness.

As for what would happen if she never woke up again… this was a consideration that had never crossed his mind, or rather, he dared not to even think about it. Irrepressible sorrow would consume his heart each time he thought about it. The anger and bloodthirst coursing through his veins felt foreign even to him.

Gently touching Wilhelmina’s pale cheeks, he stared at her tenderly for some time before he finally slumped against the wall and fell asleep. Shortly after he passed out, the unconscious woman murmured in her dreams.

“Roel…”