Chapter 98: Heal a cleric?
The moment Kaelen reappeared inside the camp, he didn’t stop moving. His boots slammed against the ground as he charged straight toward the central pavilion, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Princess! I need all the healers here. Now! And any potion you’ve got..... the strongest ones, the more the better!"
His voice cracked like a whip across the courtyard, drawing every gaze.
Princess Doris, seated at a field table surrounded by her guards and aides, looked up, startled. Her hand froze over a parchment map, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"Why—what happened to the forest team?"
"Just do it!" Kaelen barked. "Dad’s going to die if we waste time!"
His tone wasn’t polite. It wasn’t diplomatic. It was raw panic.
The guards immediately stepped forward, steel ringing faintly as hands fell on hilts. One of the princess’s personal knights raised his sword to halt Kaelen’s advance.
"You dare speak to the princess like that."
"It’s fine." Princess Doris’s voice cut through the tension, sharp but composed.
The knight stopped mid-step.
She stood slowly and looked Kaelen in the eyes. His robes were torn at the seams, crusted with dirt and dried blood. His chest heaved with labored breaths. His hands trembled, not from fear, but sheer urgency.