"Who is this girl? She actually cured those hideous injuries"...
"Could it be she is a Holy mage? Since when did our tower town had a person like her?"
"Who cares? The fact is that she just cured one of her heroes, means that she is a good person"N♡vεlB¡n: A Haven for Bookworms and Dreamers.
The people of the town and the adventurers who didn't know about Maybell, gossiped among themselves. The technique or skill that she just displayed was no less than a miracle of a holy mage.
With one of their heroes no longer near his deathbed, the town's people returned to a festive mood. The next couple of days were filled with festivity and banquets. Adventurers, merchants, slaves and town's people celebrated their liberation and freedom from the tyranny of the criminal organisation.
People ran over the streets of town, celebrating the defeat of the six legged catastrophe and their reunion with the dear ones.
Amidst the celebration and merriment, Blake and his team who were the heroes of the town, received the generous hospitality and the treatment that they deserved.
Gathered inside the Serene Palace Merchant Guild building, in one of the rooms bathing in ample sunlight from the open window sills, were Cynthia and the others.
In one corner of the room, adjacent to the window was a bed with clean white sheets and bedding. Lying on the bed, sleeping with a peaceful look on his face was Blake. Next to him, sitting on a chair was Frida.
There were other people in the room too, including Cynthia's retainers and Wyot.
"It has been three days since then, he is yet to wake up" Frida muttered in worry.
"Don't worry, he is not amongst the people to die so easily. Before long, you'll see him getting up from the bed, bored of sleeping too much"
Wyot tried to lift her spirits. It was not like the man was in any danger, if anything he was totally out of it. All the light mages in the town had said that Blake's vitality and body had returned to its normal condition and he should soon wake up.
However it has been three days since then and every day, the mages would say the same thing. Since there was no injuries or damage on the person to heal, they could only wait for him to wake up on his own from his comatose state.
"By the way, I just came back from strolling around the town. Man, they are totally putting all the achievements on us. It is still a mystery as to how the top executives of the criminal organisation disappeared like smoke without leaving any trace"
"Although we were able to investigate a fierce struggle from the aftermath that was left behind, all the clues ended there. We don't even know if they are alive or not or if that catastrophe killed them. In any case, the people of the town are glorifying and publishing everything as our achievement. It makes me a little uncomfortable hogging rewards and praises for something I haven't done" Wyot hugged his shoulders and shuddered.
"Haha, you are right. Wherever we go, we get surrounded by the people of the town who keep on singing praises for us. It's like we have completely become the heroes of the town"
They were now free to stay in this town or go wherever they wanted.
Thinking about it, most of the slaves that were brought in the tower town were demi humans, just like that unusual group. Were those people once slaves too? If they were, it would explain their hatred towards him and the other humans.
"It is not good to make noise in the room where a patient is recovering, let us go to a different room".
Leaving the couple by the bed alone, the rest exited the room. Outside in the hallway, Cynthia opened her mouth to ask—
"Miss Annette... do you not need to go where Theodore and Mayebll went?".
Annette glanced at Cynthia and smiled "Just Annette is fine Your Highness and no, I don't need to go there. My priority is your safety as such just sending them there should be enough"...
"I see"...
People like Wyot and others from Blake's team would wonder what they were talking about. However, those in the know like Alvara and the others understood what the topic was all about.
However, they were not in the liberty to divulge any information, after all, it related to Her Highness and that person.
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Main Floor of the Dungeon Laplace, inside White Palace.
At this moment, almost all subordinates present inside the dungeon, assembled in the Main Hall. Whether it be the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse, Berigard, Colues, the other forest spring spirits, Wisp, Prime, all were present.
Seated on the head seat was Simon looking at them as they kneeled in front of him.
"Everyone, raise your heads. Today I gathered you for no other reason but to tell you all that the scourge plaguing the tower town, is now gone. Thanks to the efforts of Annette, Theodore, Maybell and the others, we won't have to worry about our dungeon going into decline again"
"Our actions would soon bring over waves of adventurers flooding inside the dungeon. I want everyone to continue putting in the efforts you have been for the dungeon"
Simon first complimented his subordinates for a job well done before moving on to the important topic.
"Most of you might not know but our actions were very important for the development of the dungeon. The tower town is not only the source of income for the dungeon, but it is a place that is associated with the life and death of our dungeon. As such, we cannot leave it to its state"