St Chaos Healer

Ch 74 - The Special Body Constitution

"Hey! Stop making a fuss this early in the morning!" a guard shouted, approaching my cell.

I hurried to the door, stark naked.

"What the—get some clothes on, will you?" the guard said, averting his eyes.

"Listen, there's something seriously wrong with my body. Can you get a doctor or a healer?" I pleaded.

The guard glanced at me, his eyes widening as he finally noticed my condition. "Oh, alright! Just settle down."

With that, the guard hurried away.

I took a deep breath and dressed quickly. This was a really tricky situation I was dealing with.

Is this some kind of skin disease? I have no clue. I haven't heard or read about such a condition before. Hopefully, I can get this resolved.

Just then, I heard snickering from one of my fellow inmates in the adjacent cell. I glanced over at him.

He was a slender, tall man with blonde hair, likely a noble from some region of the kingdom.

He was smiling slyly as he looked at me.

"What is it? What are you finding so amusing?" I asked.

His smile widened, "You'll find out soon enough."

An ominous vibe began to spread, hinting at something troubling. I had a bad feeling for some reason.

I waited for the guard to return with the healer, but there was no sign of him. Time ticked by, and it was already 10:30 AM with still no sign of any guards. Usually, two guards would come to take me to the blessing ritual at 9 AM, and they had never missed it even once. This felt quite odd.

Was the blessing ritual canceled for today?

After waiting a few more hours, it was already noon. Finally, I heard footsteps approaching.

I quickly rushed to the fence, hoping to see the guards. Instead, I saw a short little man walking arrogantly, holding a staff and wearing a crooked hat. He had a big smile on his face. It seemed he was heading to my cell.

Behind the man were four people dressed in familiar white robes, following him. Out of four, three were my personal tutor sent by Celestia's Mercy and the last man was the old priest from the courtyard.

The shorty with the staff was a new face.

Is that the healer?

Finally, the group came to a halt in front of my cell.

"Thank you for coming down here to see me," I began, turning my attention to the short man. "You must be the healer. Look at this, something is wrong with my skin! I woke up this morning and found my body like this. I tried peeling it off, but it seems like it's part of my body. Could you please check—"

Suddenly, the short man raised his hand, signaling me to stop. "Calm down, kiddo. I know exactly what's happening."

I was taken aback. This guy must be a highly skilled healer to diagnose me with just a glance.

"Okay. Thank you, doctor. Please do something about this. As for payment, I'll work hard to pay you back once I get out."

Suddenly, the short man looked surprised and burst out laughing. "Hahaha! This guy is funny, isn't he? By the way, you are not going anywhere."

My brows furrowed. "Excuse me? What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what I said," he responded.

A guard quickly brought a chair and placed it in front of my cell. The short man sat down arrogantly, using his staff for support.