The Curse Weaver shifted her gaze toward mine, sensing small tears on the edges of my eyes, yet without feeling spoke up.
"Ryn, are you alright? I mean, I know there can be neural pain. If it's there, say something... anything?"
As the words left her lips, in an instant, all the taste disappeared. Who was she, by the way? Oh, right... the female who, without expecting anything in return, is trying to keep me alive.
I sighed—not to discourage her words or her efforts, but because I couldn't remember, and because I hated being the center of attention. Yet answering her was a way of paying back what she was currently asking.
I replied to her, calming my voice to hide the excitement and warmth in it—feelings that were more like the affection a child has for a guardian watching over them. Calming myself down so I wouldn't say something embarrassingly endearing, my vocabulary and grammar finally settled on this sentence:
"Nothing, just... suddenly..."
She looked toward me with a dumbfounded expression before saying, "Forgot the vocabulary?"
I nodded, because that saved me from both explanations and descriptions.
She continued eating her food, saying quite normally, "What do you expect? Waking up from a six-month coma and just standing like nothing happened?"
Ruby replied, "So it isn't a neural infection? Really, righteous people die young. By the way, what's your age?"
Is she trying to say that I'm not dying because I'm cruel? Quite a compliment. At least let me irritate her a bit. I mean, I have tolerance, but I'm not just going to sit here and get teased every third second.
After a short pause, I replied to her, "Around the same age as yours."
In an instant, her face darkened. Ruby pulled out her wand, lifting the bubble holding my body all the way up near the ceiling. "Say another word about me, and you're going to die by falling—or at least be crippled."
She didn't just hate the age comment; she absolutely despised the idea of me trying to be open with her, or even attempting to act friendly. I didn't know if I had met her before, but one thing was certain: people with that level of extreme judgment definitely exist.
Alas, should I apologize? Over my dead body. If I haven't done anything wrong, why should I?
Lina pulled Ruby's ear, saying, "Why do you want to mess up my six-month-long project? Just let him go. You'll get your chance—he needs basic training anyway, so troll him there."
"Why??" I asked her in a startled, questioning tone.
She replied, "Because the harder the training, the tougher the soldier that passes out."
"But why now, when I can't even walk?"
She replied, "That's why it's training for running."
"It's absurd."
"My pleasure."
Ahhh, who am I even arguing with? I'm only breathing because of them, and because they aren't trying to kill me, but save me.
Alas, what was the topic I was crying about?
As Ruby continued to feed me, a mix of guilt and shame rose inside me. Why can't I do this myself?
Time ticked away, passing one minute after another until I was fully fed and feeling a bit sleepy. It wasn't that I was exhausted, but rather the natural sleepiness that sets in after eating a meal.
Afterward, Lina said to me, "So, Ryn van..."
She stopped herself. "I mean, only Ryn. You have to just stand inside the bubble. It won't explode; just try to."
Did she know the dynamic between me and my father? If yes, then how? I mean, when did I even meet her in the first place?
Taking a deep sigh, knowing I couldn't avoid this training, I tried to exert force, yet I couldn't feel my legs.
Still, I tried to move anyway. A sudden dizziness rose inside me as I shifted—it felt as though someone had tightly knotted a rope around my waist, continuously trying to pull me backward. Nausea intensified. It felt like I was attempting to move a massive boulder, but all anyone around me could see was a kid sitting there trying to stand, unable to even twitch a toe.
I collapsed back down. It wasn't a fall, but more like giving up hope, dropping into the exact same position I had started in.
I could feel a gentle flow of a water-bubble column supporting me.
Lina chuckled upon seeing me struggle like that, saying, "Stop it. Don't go too hard on yourself; just rest a bit."
As she returned me to my spot on the bed, Ruby asked her, "Can we learn more about magic, Lina?"
Lina replied, "Pick up the book, we can try."
Ruby nodded, and Lina added, "Pick a random book for him, too."
Why are they treating me like I'm a baby? Or maybe I actually am one, or at least my physical condition is pretty close to it.
I was placed back on the same section of the bed as before, with a book set down beside me titled Legends of Lionheart.
{A/N so alike sorry for being late this time it wasn't mine problem but my health but I try to release it as much near as I can }
{A/N people how wants to see whole fight and how nyx was defeated should read other novel through eyes of nature where whole fight is shown}