Genevieve stood in front of a mirror.
Her fingers brushed against her arm, the left side of her face, her shoulder, and her stomach. The wounds had been healed. Not even a scar remained. If anything, her body now felt even better and full of vigor.
She watched in a daze. She thought that she would have a faint permanent scar running over her left eye. But nothing. The skin was flawless.
Whatever that green liquid was, not only did it heal her wounds, but it also strengthened her body from the inside out, allowing her to advance from a Squire to a Cavalier.
"Incredible," she murmured.
The advanced arcanalogy used during the healing process was simply amazing. She was certain that even the Herbalists' Guild back on Myrrandor hadn't reached such heights.
This went on to show the true depths of the Great Noble Houses.
