Chapter 13: A Cold
The next morning, Arthur woke up, but he couldn't open his eyes easily and felt a sharp pain in his throat. He sighed quietly.
"Damn it, I'm sick."
He struggled to sit up, and after a short while, his body started to adjust to the illness, making his movements a little easier. He stared into the dark room — dark because the windows were shut — and felt a slight chill.
'I was planning to head to the forest today, but that's clearly impossible in my condition.'
After a brief moment of thought, he lifted a primitive bell in his room and rang it quietly. Octavia entered swiftly and said, "How may I serve you, my lord?" This was the first time Arthur had ever rung the bell, which made her worried that something was wrong.
With a cold, congested voice, he said, "Call the castle's healer."
Octavia left at once and returned with an old man wearing deep blue cotton robes and a white cloak adorned with a two-leaf clover symbol surrounded by a warm green glow. Multi-colored clothing like this was rare due to the difficulty of obtaining materials. Only important figures and mages wore such garments.
[Name: Faelor Zin Moorshade]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Healing Mage]
[Skills: Detection Magic (D), Healing Magic (D), Enhancement Magic (D), Logical Analysis (D), Solid Body (E), Horsemanship (D)]