Upon entering the city, Alaric had himself checked at the clinic run by Astanian medical practitioners.
"A few of Your Highness's ribs were broken, but our healers have already reattached them. Your left arm is also fractured, but it's not a big deal. Even without our healers' help, it can recover on its own."
"We have already prescribed Your Highness' medicine. You just need to follow the prescription and get a few weeks of rest. During this time, I suggest that Your Highness refrain from strenuous physical activities."
A medical personnel member handed Alaric the prescription.
"Thank you." While taking the piece of paper, Alaric nodded.
"We pray for Your Highness's speedy recovery!"
Alaric didn't stay for long and left the clinic. He headed straight to his father's mansion and locked himself in his room.
The Catastrophe-Grade Steed Card can wait, but there shouldn't be a problem with using the Random Equipment Card.
He thought with a look of anticipation.
