Chapter 8

【8】

「Yo, Golden Lion, where did you snatch a beauty back? 」

The person who spoke was a warrior with a big beard. When he saw Grieve walking in with dying Slair in his arms, he thought the petite white figure was a woman. In the land of Wall, most people living here were deserted warriors who could only fight against monsters at this ruined area. Women were scared here, and beautiful women were harder to find. The beard men licked his lips, thinking how much it would cost to spend a joyful night with the beauty.

Grieve glanced at him: 「This is a man. 」

The big beard spit his wine out:「A man? Are you fucking kidding me? Even the proprietress of the inn has a thicker and darker arm than he does!」

A glass rotated out of the room, hitting a big beard in the head.「 Your arms are dark! My arms are thick because I got the strength! 」

「Don’t get angry, beautiful Enya,」Grieve gave the proprietress a gentle smile 「You are the morning star of Wall, a friend of the warriors, and this guy is just my prisoner.」

The proprietress Enya drew up her hair: 「Your lips are sealed with honey. Come on, brave boy, what do you need from me ?」

「This reckless prisoner destroyed the twin lotus for my teacher, beautiful and kind Enya. You must be willing to get another one for me from Priest Kurt.」 Grieve lowered his head in shame and put a few silver coins on the table 「I would also like to get two pieces of white bread, a plate of pancake, a bottle of hard liquor, and some fever medications. 」

Enya glanced at the prisoner in his arms. The child was beautiful, but he obviously suffered miserable pain, and his face flushed with fever.

「I will bring the medicine and food upstairs. As for the twin lotus, you might need to wait til tomorrow. You can take the kid back to your room first.」

「Thank you, beautiful Enya!」 Grieve said happily, then held Slair up the stairs.

「Grieve said the boy is just a prisoner, but he is really kind to him.」 Enya looks at the blond boy’s back and says, 「He never drinks outside of the holiday season. I am afraid the hard liquor was for the kid’s fever, right?」

Slair felt that today must be his unlucky day.

Although he has achieved two of his wishes – meet his idol in person and tame the wind elements, look what happened! There was magic to maintain a suitable temperature on the floating island, but not in mid-air; he desperately controlled the falling speed of Choco and himself. As a result, he stayed in the cold air for too long, and his body was almost frozen. He tried his best to maintain their falling speed but still got a sturdy hit when they landed. Then he was forced to take off his clothes, and that damn cloth did not provide any warmth. Also, the hemp ropes on his hands and feet hurt him. Then he was thrown on the back of Choco like a sack of goods. Every step Choco took would bump him in the stomach, and he quickly threw up the little food left in his stomach.

And then Grieve realized he had a fever.

Since when did Slair,who was held in the palm of the two dragons, suffer such pain? He rarely got sick, and Alex would take him to the pet hospital as quickly as possible when he got ill. The experienced dragon doctors could cure him with a pill or magic, so he was never bothered by illness for long. But now, his power was exhausted, suffering from the falling pain, fever, chest tightness, and far away from the dragons who loved him. Although Slair was angry with Grieve and did not want to cry in front of him. But when Grieve put him on the rugged and rusty wooden bed and hurt his wound, the tears appeared in his emerald eyes unsuspectingly.

Grieve tested the temperature of his forehead and wiped his cheeks with a cloth soaked in cold water. The angry Slair bit Grieve’s hand, but he did not have much strength. Grieve easily opened his mouth.

「You are sick, son of Robert. I will not obstruct a patient.」 Grieve said,「Why would your father send you to deal with me? You are so weak. Does he not have any other sons to send for the mission?」

「I don’t know any Robert」 Slair swore that if he still had his magic, he would shoot flame from his eyes, 「I said, I fall on your flower by accident.」

「It’s twin lotus」 Grieve corrected him 「You destroyed a holy twin lotus.」

「Isn’t that just a flower?」 Slair said,「Stop calling me son of Robert, Alex and Rhett are the ones who raised me.」

As Grieve was about to say something else, Enya brought the things over. The food looked not bad, but the potion exuded a terrible smell, the liquid inside had a weird dark green color, and some unknown dark objects were floating.

Enya left quickly. Grieve helped Slair to sit up, scooped up the potion with a spoon, blew it, and handed it to his mouth:「Come on, take medicine.」

Slair was horrified:「Is that something you can eat?」

Grieve frowned:「You are acting like a child. Well, since you do not want me to call you son of Robert, as least tell me your name.」

「Slair」

When he said the word 「-er」, Grieve picked up the bowl and poured the medicine into his throat at lightning speed, then covered his mouth mercilessly with an iron liked hand. Choosing between being choked to death or swallowing this damn thing, Slair angrily chose the latter. After confirming that Slair indeed swallowed the medicine, Grieve finally let go.

Slair fell on the bed with an expression of hopelessness. His mouth was filled with that strange and terrible taste, and he refused to think about what those things were.

Grieve thought it was funny. He picked up a piece of white bread, spread a precious little honey on it, stuffed it into Slair’s mouth, then wiped him with the liquor. His prisoner whimpered and let him do whatever he wanted; seem like he had resigned.

「Dad, daddy, I am going to die,」Slair thought sadly 「I love you the most, I don’t like Grieve anymore, please let me go home…」