The Duke's Sailor Daughter [DISCONTINUED]

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   "As you can see, I was tending to lil' Hans here." The doctor gestures to the boy. His squared spectacles glint with help from the sunlight ominously. However, Felicia did not notice the ire in the doctor's tone and gazed intensely at the black head sitting on the chair. Hans is covered in patches and bandages, indicating he is severely injured in those parts.

"You can tend to him later. The Lady feels discomfort. She has just woken up today."

"Yes, I can see that Dolores." Doctor Trinidad responds with an indifferent tone. His hazel eyes scan over the unhealthily white girl. Felicia looked fatally ill, and probably will trip with how awkward her stand is. A wave of sympathy washed over his irises. His sense of responsibility as a doctor rose, along with his pity for the patient, and promptly said.

"We should see to her quick."

"Yes, yes. I will lay her down in the next cubicle." Dolores carried Felicia again, and gently let her off on the mattress. The doctor carefully walked over to Felicia's side as not to distress her with sudden sounds. Though Trinidad's actions are equal to worthless now, as he had snarled at her earlier for disrupting the peace.

Felicia said nothing throughout the exchange. She is propped up, sitting on the mattress, with dazed features. Her eyes were clattering, and erupting in deep emotion. The two concerned adults, however, understood it as the illness getting to her. Doctor Trinidad takes out his equipment. Ones Felicia had never seen before, and yelped out of fright.

The claw-like tool was similar to the execution object Felicia would face if she ever bullied the heroine in the Commoner Knight's route. The Crimson Knight, who had piercing red eyes and shaggy black hair, is the very boy leisurely in the Out Patient Department. 'No! One capture target is enough for today. This isn't fair!'

'I don't want to die! I can't die! I promised myself a happy life! I'll definitely be happy... I'll...' Her resolve continues to weaken as the claw drew nearer to her head. Felicia shrieked inside. Her teeth chatter, like she is freezing. Her body's senses automatically shivered out of sympathy for her incorrigible fate. The crushing pain the in-game Felicia had given through is maddening.

That wretched claw then grasped her by the neck, pulling the head in an agonizingly slow pace. That Felicia had cried and muttered apologies, and begged for a swift death. And all that is left is a madder red deathbed in courtesy of her severed head. "Oh God..."

The albino wailed, blinking the tears away; however they kept crawling out, like the searing blood in her death end. To Felicia as of now, gathering her sanity appears to be the farthest from her grasp. The fear eats her heart. The digestion system is akin to mush now.

The unholy swamps of the thoughts of dying alone continued to plague her. The scene replayed again and again, where her dismembered head rolled on the floor, and had been kicked by passersby. Avelona's public is not kind to people like Felicia. Anxiety clutching her mind and heart deeply.

The flashing of terrifying scenarios is like an eternity. Felicia's breath hitched, seeing a drill in the doctor's hands. Felicia unconsciously covered her forehead, in case of it being driven there. But she realized there are plenty of open spots she could not cover in time, and she could only break down in solid tears after.

Doctor Trinidad silently stared at the sobbing girl whilst awkwardly putting away the magically charged pulmo scrutator, a lung examiner. Trinidad set down the pulmo scrutator and rapidly scurried out. The man went to Hans, hoping by the time Trinidad returned, Felicia would have calmed down.

"Ah, I think you scared the Lady, Doctor." Dolores scolds, before trying to soothe the quivering figure of Felicia. Felicia vehemently rejected the gesture as her shaking grew more apparent to the hand. The young maid tucked her hand behind her back. "Lady, were you scared?"