Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 438.2: Should I Take It Off Or Not? (2)

The heretics and inquisitors who had accompanied Roel to Tark Stronghold were able to get a rare day of rest. It was an awfully short break considering what they went through, but there weren’t any complaints since most of them were eager to leave Tark Prairie.

There was one thing that shocked most of them—Her Highness Nora Xeclyde had taken on the full responsibility for taking care of Roel Ascart. Such an honor was unprecedented in the history of the Theocracy.

Concerns would usually arise when a man and a woman were left alone in a single room, but no one thought that way about Roel and Nora. After all, Roel was severely ill and Nora had always postured herself as a dignified royal before others.

They would have been astounded to know of the things that had been happening inside the little wooden hut.

While there wasn’t any fever medicine in their supplies, Count Hank had brought a doctor together with him. It was only normal to do so for such long expeditions. The doctor had taken a look at Roel’s condition, and the results were baffling.

“What’s the diagnosis made by the doctor?” asked Roel.

“Your body was in a severely weakened state and that made you more vulnerable to the side effects of your abilities. You were getting the chills last night, right?”

“…”

Roel sighed softly, not expecting himself to catch a cold from the effects of Glacial Touch.

On the other hand, Nora lowered her head in self-reproach. She knew that the cause of Roel’s weakened state was the massive injury in his chest.

He hadn’t activated his undead reanimation state in order to appear unguarded to the Angel King, and as a result, he ended up taking the full brunt of the blow when the latter plunged her hand into his chest. This led to a series of complications, such as the golden aura seeping into his body and the worsening of his injuries in the subsequent battle…

Nora released a deep sigh.

She looked at Roel tenderly while changing the wet towel that was placed on Roel’s forehead to help lower his temperature. Thanks to her meticulous

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