Avur was absent the next day for the first two periods, during which the teacher announced an academy tournament.
The students only had two days left until it began.
During his lunch break, Daxxel went to Avur’s inn room and found him ill with a high fever.
He took his temperature.
The thermometer read 40 degrees Celsius… “Lord of Hell… Avur, how could you have gotten so sick?” Daxxel asked anxiously.
40 degrees Celsius was an extremely high fever.
Avur didn’t say a word; he couldn’t even open his eyes, his fever was so high.
“I can’t let you die here, Pixie can surely cure your fever with some magic.” Daxxel carried Avur piggyback back to the academy, searching for Pixie.
Some students looked at the two with concern, because Avur didn’t look particularly healthy.
They couldn’t find Pixie anywhere.
What could Pixie possibly be doing at this hour?
Daxxel gave up the search and went to the nurse instead.
The nurse is a young woman with long black hair and grey eyes.
She wears a white nurse’s uniform and is known for being good at healing seriously injured or sick patients.
However, this depends on her mood…
that is, she can be quite bossy and rude when she doesn’t feel like helping.
At the moment she is leaning back in her chair, her legs on the desk, and talking on the phone to the pizzeria while looking at them both upside down.
Daxxel stood there for a few seconds, waiting.
When she didn’t come to Avur’s aid, he said, “Can you finally…” Before he could finish, she said, “Be quiet!
Can’t you hear me?
I’m making a call!”
After two minutes, she ended the conversation, while Daxxel laid Avur down on the empty patient bed.
“What on earth do you two want?” she asked, looking at Avur.
She immediately noticed his high fever, now 46 degrees Celsius.
Her eyes widened in shock.
She hadn’t realized how serious the illness was; she had thought it was a minor injury.
She rushed to him and checked if he was still alive.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?!” she demanded of Daxxel.
Daxxel just stood there with a look on his face that clearly said, “I tried to explain it to you, but you wouldn’t let me finish.”
She listens to what is going on inside him; illnesses sound to her like a creeping, false, constant humming. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
She uses destructive interference magic specifically targeted at viruses, bacteria, or tumors.
She generates an exact counter-frequency to the disease.
The pathogens vibrate until their cell walls burst, while the body remains unharmed.
She placed a hand on his body and, using her destructive interference magic, healed his fever within two minutes.
Avur immediately sat up, feeling hungry and quite weak, his stomach growling, and his first words were, “…I’m hungry, do you have anything to eat?” He looked at both of them, Daxxel and the young woman.
Daxxel laughed loudly: “You literally woke up after almost dying, and these are your first words to the person who saved you?”
The young woman is a little annoyed.
After all, who talks like that after being rescued?
Shouldn’t he thank her first?
What’s wrong with that boy?
“She saved me?
I don’t even know her name to thank her,” he said.
Obviously, he won’t thank her until he knows her name.
Finally, annoyed by his manner, she spoke up: “I am Althea Rowan, and tell me your name if you think you are better than your elders.”
She didn’t want to admit that she was still somewhat shocked that this boy had just survived a fever of over 40 degrees Celsius for more than nine hours.
She waited for his reply, which came promptly, as if he wanted to introduce himself.
“My name is Avur Syofor, and I thank you for your help when I was sick.
But I’m still hungry, could someone please feed me?
I can hardly feel my arms,” he said, still sitting and waiting to be fed.
Daxxel gave him some tobek, which tasted good, and after he ate it, he was full and lay down again.
Avur’s thoughts revolved around questions about how Althea had healed him.
“May I ask what kind of healing magic you used, Althea?
Or simply explain how it works?” He watched as she leaned back in her chair; her pizza had already arrived and she began to eat it.
“I could explain it to you, but it will take some time.
If that’s okay with you, then I’ll tell you.” She took a deep breath and prepared to tell him all about her healing magic.
“These are the three core spells: 1.
Sonar harmony (diagnosis) The healer listens to the body’s song through touch.
Injuries sound like a sudden, wrong note.
Illnesses sound like a creeping, false, continuous hum.
2.
Cells vibrate in time with the magic and divide rapidly.
Wounds close within minutes, bones realign.
3.
Destructive interference (healing of diseases): Targeted against viruses, bacteria, or tumors.
The healer generates an exact counter-frequency to the disease.
The pathogens vibrate until their cell walls rupture, while the body remains unharmed.
This is the same magic I used to cure your fever.
The metabolic price: Healing consumes the patient’s energy.
After a severe healing process, the patient suffers from extreme hunger and exhaustion.
If too much healing is performed too quickly, the body starves from within.
The risk of cancer: If the healer is unfocused and incorrectly maintains the frequency during cell division, cells can mutate (tumor formation).
Scar tissue: Tissue that has been healed with magic permanently loses its magical resonance.
The patient can never again be magically healed in these areas.” Althea was finally finished; it had taken her several minutes to tell him everything.
Avur and Daxxel didn’t understand a single word of what she said…
it was too complicated and long at the same time, but it sounded important for a healer like Althea.
Althea realized they hadn’t understood, so she summarized it briefly: “It consists of three core spells: Sonar harmony, harmonic weaving, and destructive interference.
The cost is that you become hungry and exhausted.
Had I been distracted, you might have developed cancer.
Tissue healed by magic permanently loses its magical resonance and can never be magically healed again in the same area.”
Avur nodded, not quite understanding yet, but now he grasped it: “You must be really experienced if you’ve remembered all that…
Perhaps you’re actually an old woman and not a young one.”
Daxxel, sitting at the foot of the bed, couldn’t suppress a giggle at his words, while Althea felt like killing Avur for calling her an old woman.
“What did you just say about me?” she asked Avur, who flinched in shock.
Althea’s hair practically flew upwards, as if she were about to cast a spell on him.
“I think I’m feeling better now… Let’s go to class, Dax… I don’t want to be alone with her…” Avur tried to stand up, but unfortunately he was still too weak.
So Daxxel gave him another piggyback ride, while Althea waved to them both as they reached the doorstep.
Her anger vanished as she watched them leave.
“Bye Althea, thanks for healing my buddy!” said Daxxel, as energetic as ever.
Avur addressed his last words to Althea before they left the room: “It was great here, thank you so much for healing me, you’re the best!”
After they left, Althea stayed seated and finished her pizza.
She was eagerly anticipating the academy tournament, which was due to begin in two days, because she was determined to see who would win.