Tangled By Fate

Chapter 532  WAITING

"Are you telling me you killed the bad witch who pushed Veronica?"

Darius excitedly asked. He regretted not being in their group.

"Unfortunately, she and the captain of the boat fled. We didn't know until we weren't checking the dead bodies."

Zinnia only wanted to blame herself but she knew in the end, she was also a human.

However, Darius wasn't generous.

He asked, "How could you not notice? I can't believe it!"

Zinnia rolled her hair while saying, "Sorry, darling but we were busy fighting off the reinforcement soldiers. They were more than one hundred."

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"You two… fought more than a hundred people?"

"Yes and we are tired."

She yawned. She looked around to find a place to sit and rest but everywhere was a bloody mess.

"Who won?"

Darius was curious to know who killed more.

Zinnia sighed in regret.

She said, "Ahh… I forgot to count. We were too busy to have a competition."

"That sucks. Next time group with me. We will have a competition."

"I promise you."

"Zinnia," Ovior abruptly spoke feeling their conversation would never end, "is Ironin anyway near you?"

"Ovior! Is that why you called me? He's in another boat, still searching for anyone alive. I can call for him if you want."

Ovior urged her, "Please do. It's urgent."

A few minutes later, Ironin's poker face came to the screen.

"Ovior, you called," he curtly said.

Without a proper conversation, Ovior started, "I'm going to give you my location. Teleport here as soon as you can."

After giving his location, he hung up.

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"That was quick," Darius commented. He wanted to ask something but looking at Ovior's face, he zipped his lips.

The wall clock counted seconds. It felt like time was going slowly.

In the count of ten seconds, Ironin and Zinnia arrived.

"It seems to me something happened," Zinnia mentioned while scanning the room. "Where are we?"

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Zinnia stayed with Darius while Ovior took Ironin to the inn.

Ironin calmly ordered his meal and patiently waited for Ovior to disclose what he had to say.

Ironin was drinking a glass of water. His hand paused in midair.

"What on earth is this?!" Ovior exclaimed.

They discovered Veronica being dressed in a crisp white dress by two women. There were some soiled garments on the ground. Orange liquid had gotten on the white clothing and made them dirty.

When they looked closely, they spotted some sticky orange liquid coming out of Veronica's mouth, ears, nose and eyes.

"This symptom started last night. It's the reaction due to the mix of two types of blood," Armetius explained. "I watched her carefully and saw that neither she nor her condition improved. She won't pass away or recover, either. Until she finds an effective treatment."

"Leave," Ironin coldly uttered.

"We are not leaving her alone with you," Urulas stated. He was completely alert.

Ironin faced him and spoke in a low voice, "It's because you couldn't protect her, she is like this."

Urulas stared at him. He was utterly speechless. He just had no words to refute him.

"Leave," Ironin said again.

Ovior was the first to move.

"We should give him some space," he said. "Our top priority is to heal her faster."

Urulas wanted to stick around but he looked at Veronica and controlled himself.

After the room was emptied, Ironin was alone with Veronica.

He stepped closer and stood in front of her. Afterward, he reached out and touched her hand.

Her fingers were stiff and cold. He could barely move them. She seemed like a person who died a few hours ago.

Orange liquid started coming out of her mouth again. He gently wiped the inside of her mouth.

Then, pulling out his knife, he savagely hacked off his other hand. He then drew nearer to her mouth with his hand. His blood trickled down her throat, into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Ovior and the rest were waiting for Ironin to come out. However, twenty minutes passed but there was no sound or any movement they could hear.

Urulas stared at Ovior. He waited for an explanation.

On the other hand, Ovior was quiet.

What explanation could he give to the elves when he had no idea what was going on in the bedroom either?

'How does he know about the experiment? How does he know it when I don't know?' he wondered.

Due to the pressure of healing Veronica, he didn't have the time to think about Ironin's words. Now that he had time, suspicion rose inside him along with curiosity.

He remembered when Ironin first told her about this experiment where the magicians mixed the ancient basilisk's blood with the blessed child's dragon blood.

At that time, he was extremely curious and looked through piles of books and scrolls, read scripts of the ancient language, and also collected forbidden documents but nowhere in those scripts the experiment was mentioned.

Later on, he was busy with his work and couldn't do more research. In the end, he had forgotten all about it until Veronica collapsed from drinking the elf's blood.

'Wherever this girl goes only bring trouble,' sighing loudly he thought. 'I shouldn't have come here to enjoy my holidays. There is no peace as long as she's around.'

An hour later, Urulas stood up. His patient ran out. He marched forward and entered the bedroom.

At first, he was stunned but the next moment, he sprinted forward and said, "What do you think you are doing?"

His voice was loud and clear in the silent house. The other three entered the bedroom as well.

They spotted Ironin sitting next to Veronica who was still in the bed. There was no change except for blue liquid coming out of her mouth this time.

"…What did you do?" Ovior asked.

He was rather calm but his heart was beating rapidly.

He looked at his friend but Ironin had a poker face. His expression didn't change in the slightest. His reaction bothered him even more.

What did he just do?