Chapter 52: Servant Cedric (18). A Noble Lady’s Lucky Day
Cedric thought,
‘This body’s falling apart.’
His entire body felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by lead, and his limbs kept going numb at random intervals.
His senses, always razor-sharp, had dulled to the point that he now had to supplement them with magic just to maintain the perception level of an average person.
There was no doubt—his body was racing toward collapse.
In a way, it was only natural.
Back during the assassination attempt on Claudia, the force Cedric had unleashed was roughly mid-Grade 4.
That might not be too taxing for someone like Bern, whose clone body was specialized in combat, but for Cedric, who pursued versatility at the cost of individual peak performance, it came with severe recoil.
Even then, his body had taken considerable damage—and afterward, he’d exceeded even his magic limits.
Because Armin Redvell’s surveillance was as relentless as his personality, Cedric had needed to combine a wide array of spells just to completely slip past his henchmen and stab him in the back.
His body was constructed from magic. And though every piece of it now creaked and screamed in protest, Cedric still wore a smile.
‘Good thing the contract’s ending soon.’