Tangled By Fate

Chapter 537  SHARE THE NEWS

"Ack!"

Thud!

Everyone turned around toward the source of the sound and spotted Ovior. He had dropped the food he was carrying.

Disbelief was written all over his face.

"C-Cathrine…" he murmured.

"Ovior, how are you?" Catherine asked.

Ovior marched forward and grabbed her shoulders. "You… are you okay? Do you feel anything strange?" he questioned her one after another while his gaze was fixed on her.

"I'm fine, Ovior. I've never felt this better before," she replied, trying to assure him.

Ovior couldn't believe her and scanned her from top to bottom. He made sure that it was really her and he wasn't dreaming, he let out a weird noise.

"Is this… even possible?"

He voiced out his inner thoughts.

Not only he but also Ironin and Urulas were thinking the same thing. They were just tongue-tied. No one blamed Ovior for thinking like that.

Bringing the dead back to life was something they could never think was possible. Perhaps, black magic and witchcraft could bring the dead back to life but there was a high risk that it wouldn't be the same soul.

The scene they were watching right in front of their eyes was a whole new different level.

"This is something I knew was possible," Veronica proudly said.

"Yeah, only in dreams…" Ovior muttered.

Veronica glared at him and then turned to Catherine.

"Cathy, it's been so long since you ate anything. Are you craving for something?" she asked her friend. "Whatever you want to eat, I'll get them for you."

"Ah… I don't know." Catherine thought of something and then smiled brightly. "I guess I will eat anything as long as you cook, Ver."

"Me?" Veronica froze. "But I hardly cook anything."

"I know. That's why I want to eat whatever you can cook."

"…Sure, let's go home. I'll cook you anything you want," Veronica agreed to her request.

"Shall we go then?" Ovior asked.

"We have to go to the Imperial Village first," Veronica mentioned. "I want to thank the Elven King for his kindness. After that, we will depart."

"As you wish."

Afterward, Ovior used the circle he created to teleport everyone to Veronica's room.

"Where are we?" not recognizing the place, Catherine asked.

"This is the house I'm currently staying at," her friend answered. "Feel free to relax."

Catherine looked around in amazement. A House inside a tree was the most fascinating thing a human could think of.

  At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

When Urulas opened the door, Lucinor and Armetius entered the room.

Seeing a new face, the eldest physician said, "Oh my, did we come at the wrong time?"

"Not at all. Please come," Veronica said. Noticing their gazes, she introduced her friend to them.

"This is Catherine, my childhood friend. Cathy, they are Elven Physicians. They helped me out many times."

Lucinor laughed. "Haha, you jest. Wasn't this brave warrior that saved you? We just tried to help you and failed miserably."

"Brave warrior?" Catherine muttered. She looked in the direction of where Lucinor and Armetius were staring. She followed their gaze and saw Ironin standing in the corner with his usual poker face.

'Ironin saved her? But how?' she wondered.

It was impossible for the Elven physicians to save Veronica, but Ironin, who knew nothing about medicine, ended up saving her. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't find the logic behind this conversation.

That's when Lucinor added, "You were busy after waking up and that's why I didn't bother you. If you have time now, I'd like to have permission to research your blood, Master Ironin. Your blood must be special enough to save non-curable diseases. "I still cannot believe it was your blood that resolved the issue with the mixed blood of the Great Dragon and the basilisk."

Catherine was rendered speechless when she realized what exactly happened here when she was dead.

'Just how?' she pondered hard. 'Whenever she was in grave danger, he never came forward. Just when no one was able to cure Ver he came forward to help her. And with his blood at that? There must be something going on.'

She stared at Ironin and waited for him to reply.

"I don't want to," Ironin flatly rejected the request of a respected elderly.

Lucinor didn't feel dejected when he heard the reply, as though he knew he would be rejected. He said, "I had a feeling you would say it. I won't force you but just think about the innocent lives you can save with your blood."

Lucinor and Artemis chatted with Veronica and Urulas for a while. After they left, Veronica brought up Dastan.

"Did your soldier find him? Where did he go after making me drink his blood?" she inquired.

"My Imperial Brother is a superior Elf. If someone can be close to as powerful as my Imperial Father, that would be him. Even I am no match for him. That's why he is the Crown Prince. It won't be easy to catch him."

With Urulas' explanation, Veronica became quiet.

"He must have gone to the Human Realm," Ovior said while fixing his glasses. "Leave it to us. We will find him and deal with him before sending him to you."

Urulas answered, "If you find him before we do, please send him back unscathed. You don't want to make my Imperial Father your enemy."

Veronica shook her head thinking, 'This is hopeless.'

While those two were arguing, she took Catherine to the kitchen. Although she had eaten Elven food until now, Urulas was generous enough to leave some meat and grain for her if she craved human meals.

With Catherine's instruction, she managed to cook something her friend wanted to eat. After they filled their stomachs, she went to her bedroom and tried to communicate with Arthur.

As if he was waiting for her call, Arthur answered right away. His face popped out on the screen. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Nica, are you okay?"

He couldn't find the anxiety in his voice. All he wished to know was if she was safe and healthy.

"Arthur! You can't believe what happened. Cathy is awake. She got her life back! I'm so happy!"

Veronica's delightful voice calmed Arthur's heart. However, the news she just gave him astounded him.

"How did you manage to do that?" he asked.