"See what you've done?!" Yed seized Ned by the collar right then. "That settles it. You were definitely trying to kill our father!”

However, Lothar exclaimed in surprise before Yed could hit Ned. "Stop! Look!"

Everyone looked where Lothar pointed.

Then, they saw that Ciril's face was shedding black ice shards all over the floor where the boiling water had made contact.

"What? How..." Yed was stunned.

Ned freed himself from his grasp, sneering. "It seems that you're the one who doesn't want Father saved, Yed!"

"What..." Yed was left speechless.

"Watch your mouth, Ned!" Paula promptly leapt to Yed's defense. "He's worried about your father. Why would he try to hurt your father?”

"Exactly!" Yed nodded despite his gnawing guilt.

Frank breathed a soft sigh and lowered Ciril, allowing him to lay

far cry from the purple complexion earlier. Although he was still unconscious, it was clear that he

is done," Frank said as he took a towel from a servant to wipe his hands. Looking around at the Jankos, he pointed at Ciril and said,

side just then, carefully inspecting Ciril's breathing

shock, the most famous healer of Morhen dropped to

earnestly, "I have been ignorant

was speechless. "Mr. Loggins,

fine—as Mr. Lawrence has said, he'll

life pursuing traditional Draconia medicine... To meet you today is more than what I could ever hope for! Please take me as

to a twentyish year old youth certainly left the Jankos dumbfounded, but

he was even waving off Abel. "Forget. You're too old and your talent is mediocre. You're beneath

"What?!"

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