Book 3: Chapter 30
“Mom, are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine. And with you supporting my arm, I’m totally fine.”
Mom leaned on me as I supported her by her waist as we descended the stairs. I must say, mom’s waist felt really nice…. There was no fat around her waist. Since mom’s body was leaning forward, the glow of her bosom which came and went with each step she took put me in a predicament since I didn’t know where to focus my gaze. I actually think mom is fine. After I rejected her request to carry her down the stairs, she asked me to support her waist as a compromise while she wrapped her arm tightly around my neck and did everything in her power to pull me close to herself. I was sorry for my neck. First it got slit and now it was dealing with the pain of being tugged.
“Oh right. Mom, the white deer horn…”
Looking at mom’s boo-, I mean, face, I reluctantly brought up the white deer horn. A life-saving item was in my bag, but because of my reluctance to use it, I forgot about it, which resulted in what happened afterwards. That was my biggest slip-up during the whole event.
“Ah, I know what you want to say. It’s fine, son. That horn was just a decoration since it’s been left for so long.” Mom left and then stroked my head to comfort me and continued, “The underlying principle for why a white deer horn can nullify venoms is very straight-forward. The wounded area is recreated using mana, be it organs or blood. The user will feel their organs and blood being recreated, and it’s thanks to the mana essence found in the horn of white deer king. The horn mommy gave you has been around for ages so it lost its mana long ago. Even if you had used it, it would’ve been pointless. I think Lucia would’ve noticed the horn while going through the bag but discovered that it was useless. The white deer king sent mana into your body to heal your wound. The horn of a white deer that has just been cut off is extremely valuable, but once it has been left for a long time, it becomes useless. If that weren’t the case, I’d have several hundreds of horns now and it wouldn’t be worth so much money.”
“Is that so…? That’s unfortunate then.”
I don’t know what Lucia did while I was out, but since that’s how it was, I don’t care so much about the destroyed white deer horn now. However, I now wanted to know how the white deer king was. I also wanted to know why it saved me, since we weren’t friends or something.
When we entered the large hall, I asked mom: “Umm, mom, I want to know what happened to the white deer king afterwards.”