Amon, The Legendary Overlord - Chapter 260: Amon's Recovery and the Girls' Relief

260  Chapter 260: Amon’s Recovery and the Girls’ Relief

Upon receiving the news of Amon’s awakening, Mabel felt a wave of anxiety that seemed too big to be contained in the room. To avoid overwhelming her grandmother with her agitation, she decided to step outside.

Shortly after sending a response message, she sat down on a bench outside the room. With her shoulders resting on the backrest, Mabel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The fresh air filled her lungs, bringing with it a fleeting sensation of calm.

Through the fog of feelings surrounding her, Mabel felt a mixture of relief, fear, and anticipation. Relief at knowing that Amon had finally woken up, fear of not knowing exactly in what conditions he was in, and anticipation of being able to soon bring him the antidote being prepared by her grandmother. But, even with all these emotions swirling inside her, Mabel maintained a serene demeanor, as if she was trying to project tranquility to the world around her.

Overcome by near-unbearable anxiety, Mabel decided to take a cold shower in the hopes of calming her mind. When she returned, she had changed her clothes but saw through the glass door that her grandmother was still busy.

Sighing, she returned to sit on the bench outside, resigned to waiting a bit longer.

However, just a few minutes passed before the door next to her opened. It was her grandmother.

Mabel sprang up, her eyes fixing on the familiar figure with an expectant look.

Kaia, upon seeing her, had a peculiar light in her eyes. But she masked the look with a gentle smile and said, “It’s done, you can take the antidote to that young man now.”

Quick as lightning, Mabel approached and wrapped her grandmother in a hug, murmuring a grateful, “Thank you, grandma~!”

Kaia sighed and returned the hug. No one could say what was really going on in her mind at that moment. n0.0

After grabbing the antidote, Mabel rushed out of the lab.

Many university students who saw her pass recognized her. Mabel was wearing a long light blue dress and a big white lab coat. Her beauty was undeniable, and her serious expression only accentuated her charm. As she advanced hastily, no one could imagine what was happening in her heart or why she seemed to be in such a hurry.

However, in addition to her beauty, Mabel was known for her strength and talent. In the eyes of many university geniuses, she was even more enigmatic than the third-year wind sector genius, Sage Genius Miller, and others. Her radiant skin and bright glow made her one of the few women in this world who could compare in beauty and competence.

Mabel, who had already arrived at the tower a few minutes ago, soon reached the restaurant under Bianca’s ownership. Upon entering, she was promptly recognized.

“Lady Bianca awaits you,” said one of the employees, with a noticeable respect in her voice.

The employee-led Mabel through the corridors of the restaurant to Bianca’s reserved area.

“Thank you,” Mabel said upon arriving, expressing her gratitude to the employee, before gently knocking on the door in front of her.

The employee responded with a simple smile, performing a courteous goodbye gesture before retiring.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, revealing a beautiful woman with fire-colored hair who, with a warm hug and surprise in her voice, exclaimed: “Mabel, you’ve finally arrived!”

Mabel nodded, making a nasal sound of agreement.

“Come in, come in~” Barbara said, closing the door behind her as soon as Mabel entered with her.

The two walked down the hallway, quickly arriving at the room where Amon was. On opening the door, Mabel saw Amon lying on a bed, with a fragile and pale appearance. Sweat ran from his forehead incessantly, being wiped off by Ariel. Although it is strange that it’s Ariel doing this, after thinking a little, it seems understandable that she would feel obligated to do so.

“Hello everyone,” Mabel greeted as she entered the room, receiving nods and greetings from the girls present. Quickly, she made her way to the left side of the bed where Amon was. Observing his pale face, she said: “I’ve brought the antidote, you will feel better after taking it.”

“Ah, thank you for that,” Amon managed to respond, his voice still weak.

Mabel was a bit confused about her own feelings at that moment. Upon hearing Amon’s weak voice and seeing his debilitated state, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She took a deep breath, struggling to maintain composure, and grabbed the antidote that her grandmother had created. Carefully, she made Amon swallow the medicine, instructing: “Swallow this. It will be good if you also drink a glass of warm water.”

“Mm,” Amon nodded.

In the corner of the room, Maisa conjured water, which Barbara carefully heated and handed to Amon.

After swallowing the antidote, Amon drank the warm water. Everyone watched as he swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple going up and down several times, signaling the ingestion of the medicine and water.

In the room, a tense silence settled. The girls, all holding their breath, were closely watching every gesture of Amon. Their eyes fixed on him, their hands clenched in anticipation, and the worry reflected on their faces illustrated the tense atmosphere filling the space.

Almost three minutes passed, and in this short period of time, changes could already be noticed in Amon. The paleness that previously dominated his face began to give way to a healthier color. His breath, which previously seemed weak and irregular, now appeared more stable. Although the changes were subtle, they were enough to indicate that the medicine was taking effect.

Ariel, who was next to Amon, placed her hand on his forehead. Upon feeling the temperature of his skin, she realized that the fever that had once consumed him was quickly subsiding. A smile of relief and happiness sprung on her face as she noticed Amon’s improvement.

The other girls also breathed a sigh of relief, their smiles reflecting the good news they had just received. In the past week, they experienced moments of tension and worry about Amon’s state, especially in the last few days, when he remained unconscious. Each minute felt like an eternity, each breath of his was a cause for anxiety. The image of Amon unconscious, battling a high fever, had become a constant in their thoughts, feeding a feeling of fear and helplessness. Now, seeing him improve, they could finally relax and believe that Amon would recover.

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