Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 506.2: Is There Really Nothing More to Her Gaze (2)

Roel first answered a series of questions from the doctors before turning his attention to the maids. Under his probing, they began to fill him in on what had happened after he passed out.

The first time Roel passed out was during their blood transfusion.

He was already a foot through the gates of death by then. In order to save him, Charlotte was forced to transfuse blood into him on the spot despite the huge risks involved. What he didn’t know was that Charlotte didn’t just stop at the usual halfway threshold but instead replenished him till he was two-thirds full.

While she had recovered a fair bit under the resurgence of her High Elf Bloodline, her sudden loss of blood and the constant sapping of her life force through the Rings of Symbiosis had put her in a severely weakened condition once more. It would have been difficult for her to carry Roel out given her condition.

For a moment there, it looked as if the two of them would die together in that wretched black vortex.

Fortunately, Stuart had been tracking her movements with his sharp eyes. Thanks to his directions, after the Rosaian guards had layered multiple barriers of Jewel Magic on her, Grace was able to make a beeline for Charlotte and Roel and drag them out.

When they finally returned to the Diamond Rivière, Charlotte stayed by Roel’s side and kept calling his name, hoping to awaken him. That was also when Roel awakened for the first time, though he quickly fell asleep in the midst of the treatment.

As promised, she stayed by his side and guarded him.

According to Grace, Charlotte had been so worried about Roel’s loss of sight that she cried for the entire night. The doctors of the medical team requested her to undergo treatment, but she turned a deaf ear to their advice, insisting on staying by his side.

Despite Charlotte’s unwavering determination to stay with him during his time of difficulty, the world wouldn’t bend itself over to pander to her will. For someone who had only just recovered from her affliction, transfusing a third of her blood and

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