Running water, pouring in ingredients, lighting the fire, stirring…
Old Raynt seemed elderly, yet he possessed an agility that belied his age.
Turning hundreds of ingredients into a pool of medicinal bath with his practiced, masterly touch seemed as effortless as second nature to him.
“O Lord, praise be to You.
The young master finally has a hope of recovery.”
Watching the bubbling, scarlet liquid in the bath, Raynt tested the temperature slightly before turning to head downstairs.
“Madame Breya, Young Master Lorin.”
Raynt bowed slightly to Breya and Lorin, then pointed toward the elevator leading upstairs.
“The medicinal bath is ready.
Please proceed, Young Master Lorin.”
“Alright, I’m on my way.”
Lorin nodded, rubbed his temples, stepped into the elevator, and smiled awkwardly.
“Mother, you don’t need to come up with me, do you?”
“Who knows?
This manor is mine anyway, can’t I go upstairs for a stroll?” Breya stepped into the elevator with a beaming smile and reached over to press the button for the third floor.
“Let’s go, my baby Lorin.”
“Yeah.”
Lacking any strength or means to resist, Lorin could only go along with her.
*Ding.*
The elevator arrived.
“Let’s go, little Lorin.”
As Breya walked ahead, Lorin noticed that she had already changed into a form-fitting, practical set of trousers and top.
“Don’t just stand there dazed.
Strip and get in.”
“Mother, with you standing right here, it’s a bit hard for me to undress…”
Lorin, clad in his bathrobe, was so embarrassed that his pale face had gone past red, turning almost dark.
“You’re a piece of flesh that came off my own body.
Is there any part of you your mother hasn’t seen?” Breya rolled her eyes and directly untied the sash of Lorin’s bathrobe.
“Get in quickly!
The medicinal efficacy will fade in a moment!”
“Alright, alright, alright.”
Unable to drive Breya away, Lorin closed his eyes, shed his robe, and swiftly leapt into the bath.
*Right, this way she shouldn’t see anything.*
However, he had been so focused on avoiding his mother’s gaze that he had forgotten about the bath’s ingredients.
“Merlin’s bulging eyes, no!”
Feeling a violent corrosive and burning sensation course through his entire body, accompanied by a boiling, agonizing pain, Lorin instinctively tried to jump out.
*Splash.*
Before he could leap, a pair of fair hands belonging to Breya pressed firmly onto Lorin’s head.
“Sit down, my baby Lorin.
It will be useless if you get out.”
To Lorin’s ears, Breya’s voice at this moment sounded exactly like the whispering of a demon.
“Mother, I really can’t!
By Merlin’s muddled beard, I feel like I’m burning up!”
You are my only child…” Breya spoke softly, trying to distract Lorin.
“Think of old Raynt.
Think of Mother and Father…”
“Oh, right, think of your ‘Fleur darling’, little Lorin…”
“Heh…”
“Cough…”
Lorin looked as if he were possessed by a devil, his eyes turning so bloodshot they seemed ready to burst.
“Heh…
heh…”
Forcing himself to endure a body-wide agony that threatened to make him black out, Lorin’s smooth white hair quickly became drenched in sweat, leaving even Breya’s hands coated in a layer of moisture…
Yet Breya dared not relax either, pinning Lorin down with all her might, refusing to let him rise.
Just like that, ten minutes passed…
Twenty minutes…
Half an hour…
Two hours flew by.
The liquid in the bath finally ceased to bubble like boiling magma, transforming instead into a pool of crystal-clear water.
The muscles in Breya’s arms had long since cramped; she couldn’t even relax them for a moment and had to lean her body back to release her hold on Lorin.
“Hoo…”
“Hoo…”
Lorin slumped limply in the pool, panting heavily.
Although he had never experienced the power of the Cruciatus Curse, Lorin swore that even being hit with ten Cruciatus Curses would be more comfortable than taking this bath.
Several times, Lorin was on the verge of fainting from the pain.
But Breya would instantly exert force with her hands, triggering a needle-like pain in Lorin’s brain, forcing him to stay wide awake throughout his two-hour “medicinal bath torture.”
“Mother, I’m sorry.” Lorin could barely move his fingers and head.
Seeing Breya sitting on the floor, equally drenched in sweat, a look of apology appeared on his face.
“I didn’t mean to, it’s just this bath…”
“Good heavens, I never imagined you’d have so much strength while being so weak, little Lorin.” Breya recovered quickly, shaking out her arms to loosen the remaining tension.
“Well then, little Lorin, why don’t you take a look at your body?”
With that, Breya walked out of the spacious bathroom and went back to her own room to wash up.
*Thank God, I can finally get rid of this sticky sweat.*
“Ah?
Alright.”
Lorin was momentarily dazed, then looked down at his limbs, torso, and…
Cough, cough.
*Pfft…*
“Ow!”
“Merlin’s beard!”
Lorin clutched his head in pain.
If this were the world of *Tom and Jerry*, a huge, flesh-colored lump would have definitely popped up on his head!
He had just wanted to stand up and step out of the tub, but he hadn’t expected to use too much force, launching himself straight into the ceiling.
“Is this…
Lorin stood before the large full-length mirror, utterly unable to believe his own physique.
Though he was naturally a perfect clothes hanger, his chronic lack of vital energy and blood had left him extremely thin and weak.
Only under the cover of loose robes could Lorin appear tall rather than gangly.
But now, Lorin was covered in smooth, defined muscle lines.
There was no exaggerated, explosive bulk, but the contours of his physique were incredibly sleek.
His slender frame seemed to harbor the strength of a giant.
He looked at his face.
His already handsome face was now flushed with a healthy, vibrant color.
His cheeks, flushed from the rising steam, seemed to highlight his bounding vitality.
Getting a feel for his surging strength, Lorin hastily threw on a silver-white bathrobe and headed to the gym.
The bathrobe, which used to hang loosely on him, was finally filled out perfectly by his new physique!
Ten pounds…
twenty pounds…
fifty pounds…
a hundred pounds…
Lorin repeatedly lifted one dumbbell after another, but it was like playing with children’s toys—he lifted them with effortless ease.
Only when he loaded up to five hundred pounds did he finally feel a hint of resistance.
“Young Master Lorin.”
“Ah, Butler Raynt, I’m here.”
Hearing his own voice ring out naturally and resonantly, Lorin could hardly believe it.
Was this healthy body really his own?
“Like a dream, isn’t it, Young Master?” With a warm, kindly smile on his face, Raynt escorted Lorin back to the bathroom of his own bedroom.
“You should wash up first, Young Master.
After all, if Madame sees you looking like this, she might lecture you on your manners again.”
Looking at his Severus Snape-style look—only with much whiter and longer hair—Lorin wore an expression of slight embarrassment and self-disgust, his fingers twitching awkwardly at his sides.
So scruffy!
“By Merlin, I’ll take a shower right away.”
“Yes.
Madame said she will let the servants handle lunch today, and she will cook for you tonight.”
“Alright.
Please tell Mother to make sure she rests and doesn’t overwork herself.”
“Very well.
I shall leave you to it, Young Master.”
Butler Raynt took his leave and stepped out of Lorin’s room.
Calming his excitement, Lorin hurriedly stepped into the bathroom to wash himself.
Mainly, he needed to get the grease out of his hair.
*The Heavenly Scripture, oh, The Heavenly Scripture…*
*You have successfully caught my attention!*
*I’ll study you thoroughly in a bit…*
Lorin happily washed himself.
His vibrant, energetic body had never felt so good!