Renascence (M.K)

十六

"Make haste and call the physician!" The strong authoritative voice of Muzan made a the group of maids nod their heads in vigorous manner. Their paces scurried back and forth inside Y/n's chamber, with each one of them bringing and preparing do to the first aid session until the summoned physician is in sight.

The head in-charged female maid hurriedly entered the room whilst her hands carried a small basin filled with clean water. When she saw the high figure of her master, she instantly bowed her head in front of the noble lord not even daring to look straight into her master's eyes.

"My lord, your subordinates have called for the doctor and he will be here in no time." She formally informed with her eyes still glued on the wooden floor as the two more maidservants run nimbly, trailing behind the head servant.

"This servant knows you are already very exhausted. I humbly suggest you must take your rest and retire for this night, My lord." She bends her back much more lower who was already holding her own breath from fear.

"Your people will make certain to take care of the court lady until the physician arrives."

Hearing this statement, Muzan impatiently clicked his tongue and flashed his angry gaze towards the head servant.

"I did not ask for your suggestion," He sternly replied. The anger tone of his voice was grovelling to the enclosed chamber that caused for the inferior maid to move her heel backwards before her master.

Muzan turned around to looked at the unconscious lady, lying peacefully on her bed. His keen red eyes looked at the tame face of y/n until his stare travel unto the wooden arrow that was still fresh buried on the upper right part of her chest.

He remains frustrated just the thought that all he could do was to wait and looked at her face until the physician shows up.

He loudly sighed in aggravation and landed his irritated eyes direct to his servant once again.

"Palliate her body. Track and check her pulse in every single minute." Muzan ordered then the maids quickly followed with no more inquiries. "Never touch the arrow on her flesh. Let the physician handle that matter." Muzan indifferently said and made his way to sit on the wooden chair beside his wife's bed.

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The bright curved white moon gives light to the trod road whilst the carriage was moving on its casual pace. A Mizuno insignia was imprinted on the hanging long muslin curtain of the two symmetrical window as the wind swayed the fabrics, entering the carriage.

The trip was peaceful and silent only the soft whispers of the wind and the faint sound footsteps of the cantering horse caught Koharu's ears attended.

The eldest court lady sat across her father. Not a single conversation between them had occupied the carriage as they both continue to journey back to the Mizuno compound.

Koharu looked at her father whom was wordlessly, closing his eyes and seems to be exercising his brief meditation.

The eldest court lady silently sneered and rolled her eyes. For years, the repetition of the occurrence had already made her become so distant and less affectionate towards her father.

Koharu sees her tou-san being too self-effacing, eerie, power and political fanatic that he, the middle-age man had been already blinded to realised his own little family was no longer tendered attached with one another but rather than a facade had formed until it was worsen by Fumihiro's own greed and negligence of understanding his two daughters.