Upon hearing that Kieran had come out of the dungeon, King William put aside all his work and headed for his private room.
"Arrived?"
Kieran said, his face pale.
The royal healer sitting next to him stood up to voice the pleasantries, but William raised his hand at once to halt.
"How is the hero's condition? It surely doesn't look good, so…"
"It hasn't gone that bad. At least now he's out of danger, but it was very serious before."
"…more than this?"
What can be even worse than shadowy, sunken cheeks and thick dark circles?
The healer nodded.
"When I first laid my eyes at him, the hero's body was a horrific spectacle. The blood flow was unorganised, organs were all bruised, and the muscles' condition was the worst—swollen, torn and spasming. It is a miracle to be still alive."
"…Iris-sama's miracle."
"Yes. I can only see it as the graceful mercy of Iris-sama."
Kieran frowned, but that passed the sights of the two devout believers.
"Is he alright now?"
