Electus - Chapter 502

As Zar stood firm gazing upon the group of healers, one thing implanted in his mind. “I’ve never seen a healer do their thing before…”

After that point he let silence stretch for a little, lured his gaze on a few guards after and came up with a decent idea. “How many of you guards would take a cut on the arm so we can see how powerful the healers are. It can’t kill ya, just a cut on the forearm to break out a bit of blood.”

Fairly confident, the same guard who brought these healers in, walked forward and stated. “I would, for the King.”

“Admirable, but any of you have options.” Zar reminded and pulled out a little dagger of his own, rolled the sleeve up and ran the tip of the iron on his forearm.

And so 4 more guards joined like brothers and sisters in cuts, blood broke from their forearms as they lined up close to each other.

Looking at the oldest healer, Zar pointed at him and said. “You, what’s your name?”

Of course understanding that question considering he’s been here for a few weeks, the man answered. “I’m Fazik.”

“Hello Fazik, heal our arms the best way you can.” Zar requested while first pointing at his own wounds and then on the others.

And for that of course his mother had to translate a bit, but misunderstandings didn’t bloom from the language barriers this time.

Stepping away from the crowd, Fazik took a few steps forward and raised his palm towards the guards.

In the midst of it, Zar turned to Seer and asked. “What? You aren’t cutting your arm?”

Firm with his decision, the personal assistant didn’t face the King and had his eyes closed while answering. “No thank you, I still don’t like magic although I accept everyone.”

And as Seer finished with his firm footed stand, the 5 guards who cut their arms, saw a ray of green light shine towards them.

The light like cloud bursted out of Fazik’s palm, that fat portion that surrounded his hand, let out 6 branches which started off travelling in different directions.

These branches of green light were small, half a foot perhaps but they stretched long enough to reach the people that need healing although Fazik himself was over 10 feet away.

5 of the branches slithered for a few feet before the connected once more and made their way towards the guards.

While 1 of the branches separated, taking a sharper right turn and made its way towards King Zar.

The branches of light started spiraling around the 6 arms, regardless where the people stood.

It gave a bit of a tingle as it made the way up to the little wound but that somehow just enhanced the special feeling process.

Once reaching the wound, that ray of light started slithering around it, surrounding the wound until that thin green light started becoming thicker, acting like a big rag around the arm.

Throughout those few seconds, the 6 test subjects could see and feel the pain reduce, it felt amazing to witness although most of them understand the concept of healers.

And as the blood encrusted wounds sealed shut with spotless skin, Fazik took the liberty of finishing off the move.

Forging that palm into a fist, the healer pulled his fist backwards with an elbowed rush which made the rays of light around the people’s arms, break loose while swiftly sliding down.

As the light diminished, Zar lifted his arm and looked around it for a bit before answering. “You’re definitely worth paying 800 gold coins.”

Afterwards he lured attention to Seer and requested. “These are honoured guests, have the maids prepare a dinner for them and these guards too, we should celebrate this great find.”

…

As dusk broke, King Zar was about to make his way up to the royal private room.

Everyone enjoyed the feast from earlier, especially the Zamerians who weren’t used to such luxury.

The kitchenware alone was enough to dazzle these healers and their parents, not to mention the food that was gently dropped on their plate.

With a profit of 100k to 200k common in Pameres Kingdom, it’s never a bad idea to order fancy imported food from Zameria as a reward for scrambling nerves building this domain.

Meaning, Zar treated his guests with varieties of fancy fruits and vegetables, even brought them hawk meat so it’s certain that the visitors enjoyed their stay as honoured guests.

However, before he started walking up the staircase, a familiar tone shone to his right, coming from the throne room’s entrance. “Your highness, a word.”

Fixing his gaze towards that tone, he spotted Tedradia the psychologist, differently known as Crisa’s mother.

“Is everything alright?” Zar questioned as he stepped away from the staircase to sit back on his throne.

“Yes but you escaped me yesterday, we have to follow a tradition, considering that you asked my daughter on a date.” Rather direct but she is the parent after all and is known to be a great conversationalist.

“I’m not sure which one you mean…” Zar pointed out, carrying a firm point. Ignis was rich with tradition regardless which race held it.

“The promise ring.” She reminded and lifted the ring she was carrying, a bit higher.

Understanding where this is going, Zar let out a little complaint. “Oh… isn’t that one a bit too fast now?”

Carrying a smirk on her face because of expecting this reaction, Tedradia’s tone shook soft as she interjected. “Depends how you want to look like. A King who goes after maids or a King who wants a wife, I’m sure you don’t want to waste my daughter’s time?”

His face drawn with disagreement, Zar’s tone arose in the first few words but then diminished towards reason. “Of course not, I’m not trying to build a harem or anything, I can barely understand a woman, not to mention more!”

“Perfect then.” Tedradia answered as she took a step closer towards Zar, lifting the ruby encrusted golden ring and put it on his finger.

Wanting to assure this lady the seriousness towards this approach, Zar gazed at her and said. “I don’t play games, your daughter will be my wife soon.”