A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 20: Trouble Settles Down...?

Anastasia de Libellule woke up to the faces of worried maids and no husband. There was a villager woman up front and close to her that she had seen only twice before, but she had no idea why she was here.

     She was in a state of disarray as she tried to figure out what was happening.

     Where was Earl? Fir? Why was she laying down? What had she been doing today? Heck, what was the date today?

     She couldn't remember.

     Anastasia tried to sit up while grimacing at the unknown pain coursing through her.

     The maids immediately forced her down, chanting "nonononono."

     She looked at them confusedly, eyes scrunching as her memory kicked in and the shock she had, returned. Anastasia jolted where she lay, the white light of the light magic casted over her fading when the villager noticed she was fine.

     "I suggest at least three full days of rest. At least. No less than that, no matter what, or she'll have a relapse and collapse. Please make her abide by these words, I don't want to have to come here because a patient took my skills for granted." Her eyes narrowed as she looked out the window, sighing. She was remembering all of the little children in the village that loved to play adventurer and then come back with broken everything.

     And the thing was, they never stopped. The villager's medical clinic was always full.

     The villager could tell by feeling her lady's mana flow and looking at her trail that she was a very eccentric and energetic person, much like the children she met everyday. Except, this was an adult. She should at least have some self-restraint.

     When all of her memories came back to her, the half naked Anastasia hopped out of bed and ran for the door, exclaiming, "Firea!"

     The droopy eyed medical practitioner looked at the spot her patient had been a second before with mild surprise showing on her face. However, her insides were frozen.

     I stand corrected. Even adults can be children sometimes, was what ran through her head.

     She bolted, clothe-less save for her undergarments, for the open door a few dozen feet away.

     Anastasia slid in front of the door while coming to a sliding stop, ignoring the blushing Frederick. He covered his face, particularly his eyes and cheeks, to keep from looking or being seen.

     "Earl! Where's my daughter?!" She shouted, marching up to him. The room was empty and he was simply sitting on the couch, hands clasped with his head down.

     The minute the village healer had marched through the door, she had demanded for a private room and for some necessary things.

     They moved the child to the next room without much fuss, because she had finally started breathing again after a maid went and literally did mouth to mouth.

     The shock had been too great for the little body and nobody knew, but her HP had all but dropped to zero. If they had [Appraisal] like she did, they would noticed that her MP had gone down 300 on the numerical value because of the redirected damage. If she had let all of her damage be to the HP, there was no doubt, she would have ceased to exist on the spot.

     It was the luckiest thing ever that she had read about some life preserving cheat spells in her father's magic library when no one was looking. She learned that you can redirect damage done to your life or body to other stats if you could get the spell right or blur the boundaries of "HP," "MP," and everything that separates them to work in certain directions. So, when the lightning strike hit her the first time, she had lost most of her HP, but not quite everything. She was fine by then and would have only gotten off with burns to her hands and arms.