CH 82.5

Psychedelic Poison (5)

She unwrapped the fabric and saw that there were seven rainbow-colored fruits inside, and she felt like they were poisonous upon first glance.

Were these… the fruits that Rothgarr had mentioned to her?

Anna pushed the blanket aside, bent her knees and looked at her right ankle. There was only a small spot of blood left, which had scabbed over, and the trace of blue blood was completely invisible.

She thought for a while, and formed the gold element, which she used to lightly poke at her ankle. Seeing that the blood flowing out was bright red, she was relieved, and quickly healed the small wound with holy healing.

So, what exactly was she stung by? And what happened later?

There was movement at the door, and Anna looked up to see Rothgarr walking in.

Seeing that there was a slender scar on his face, which was not there in the last memory she had of him, Anna couldn’t help thinking for a moment.

She clearly didn’t beg Rothgarr for the fruit on the table, but he picked it and gave it to her. But her perfectly fine skirt was torn, she had lost her memory for a long time, and when she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed, drowsy, and Rothgarr had a scar on his face.

Could it be that she begged Rothgarr in some improper way yesterday in order to get the fruit, and the wound on his face was accidentally caused by her commitment?

But she had no memory at all, and she didn’t feel any discomfort.

Rothgarr walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed. Anna moved back quickly. He didn’t care, looked at her and asked, “Is your mental strength okay?”

“It’s okay.” Anna replied cautiously.

Rothgarr pointed to his face and said, “Then help me heal.”

Anna subconsciously asked: “Isn’t there some kind of magic potion here that has a particularly good effect on wounds?”

Rothgarr grabbed Anna’s right hand, pressed it on his injured right cheek, and said impatiently, “I told you to heal it.”

Anna: “…” Fine, prisoners had no human rights anyway.

Anna formed the light element, and slowly cast the Holy Healing Technique.

Rothgarr felt that the long but small wound was slowly healing, and also felt uncomfortable because of the light element, but he didn’t move, just looked at Anna’s face focused on spellcasting.

Yesterday, Rothgarr had a good fight with Balan. They both suffered injuries. In the end, Balan asked for a truce first. He said that if the fight continued, he would not have the strength to love Catherine.

Rothgarr was too lazy to pay attention to Balan, but when he wanted to fly back to the castle, he heard Balan say: “Roth, what are you still hesitating for? Anna is such a good girl. If you don’t take her down quickly, you’ll have no place to cry when she runs away.”

“Where can she run off to!” Rothgarr subconsciously retorted, and then frowned after a while. “What did you misunderstand?”

Balan smiled and said, “What did I misunderstand? I think it’s you who doesn’t understand your heart. Ask yourself, don’t you want to do to Anna what I did to Catherine?”

Rothgarr sneered: “I’m not you, I won’t fall in love with a mere human.”

Balan waved his hand and smiled and said, “I know you are inexperienced, but of course I don’t expect you to immediately understand what love is. Loving someone also requires learning and experience. It just so happens that you have ideas of your own, so why not practice with Anna? She won’t reject it. If you like her, you should be bold, or you will never get a good taste of love.”

Balan said this proudly, and couldn’t help but talk about Catherine again: “I have looked at all kinds of women, only to find that Catherine is the woman I love the most. She is really the gathering of all the beautiful things in the world, she really makes me unable to let go.”

Seeing that Rothgarr was still frowning, he smiled and said, “Roth, what are you thinking so much for? You are the great demon lord. You can do whatever you want. Why worry so much?”

His undertone was very straightforward, Anna was just a helpless human woman. What could she do in the Demon Realm? Rothgarr could ask for whatever he wanted.

Rothgarr hadn’t slept all night, constantly thinking about what Balan said.

Of course he didn’t agree with Balan’s words, but he was indeed a little disturbed by Balan’s words.

What exactly were those impulses he had towards Anna?

Raymond’s residual influence, or his own?

He had previously believed it was Raymond’s influence, but now he was not so sure.

Perhaps, Balan was right, it didn’t matter who the influence was. He should obey his heart and do whatever he wanted.

She was just a human woman. So what if he touched her?

Rothgarr felt the warm touch of Anna’s palm on his cheek, and as she healed his wound and was about to withdraw, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Anna was sitting with her legs bent and her center of gravity was unsteady. When Rothgarr suddenly pulled her close, she almost fell on top of him. She hurriedly propped herself up on the bed with the other hand and looked up at him in surprise.

Looking at Anna’s clear sky blue eyes, Rothgarr held his breath, almost forgetting what he was going to do.

But he simply just let it go. Releasing Anna’s wrist, he lifted up his sleeves to show her: “There’s more here.”

Anna: “…” It turned out that he wanted her to heal him. He had scared her to death; she thought she was going to be kissed forcibly.

Anna rubbed her wrists, held Rothgarr’s hand, and continued to heal him.