"What does that mean?"
His high-pitched voice asked, lifting his feet to get a better view at the words engraved.
"It means healers in astral language, this language shouldn't be seen in this day and age..."
I listened attentively as Tremious explained. Oh...Astral language, is it? I had no prior knowledge of this. I stared at it for a long time, trying to memorize the curves, strokes, and letters of the word.
"Is it that fascinating?"
He asked abruptly, and I blinked twice before locking gazes with him.
"Yes..."
I pronounced, turning around again to scan the letters, and then continued where I left off.
"It's - like entering an entirely new relam of knowledg..."
Does it ignite something in you?"
His distant voice uttered one more, raising an eyebrow while asking.
"I don't know."
I stepped inside, leaving the conversation unfinished without an expression.
Inside, it was warm, humble, and filled with fire magic. The little fireballs floated in the air at each corner, and the wooden benches at each doorstep. Surreal paintings rested on the walls, and people waiting patiently for counselling with the healers.
These healers were often the weakest among them, and most of them were born from bloodlines bred solely to bear blessings. So the mana flowing in them is most likely distorted and weak. Yet, these mana was enough to cure mild injuries and poison from some plant species.
A woman with a giant smile passed across me and stumbled herself onto Tremious's arms.
"Oh my! Thank you for catching me!"
Her thick voice irritated my ears, and the grin on her face was slightly peculiar.
Tremious furrowed with annoyance and ordered immediately with a cold timbre.
"Get off."
The woman laughed awkwardly, the literal fear etched onto her face. She backed off immediately and cleared her throat before speaking in that thick voice again.
"Haha, who is in need of the healer?"
"Him"
I replied, eyeing the women down with a still face.
She laughed once more and wrote things down on a piece of paper, and continued.
"The best healer is expensive, I will assign you with a normal one."
"Give the best one."
He ordered again, stirring the wheels in my stomach.
"Haha, alright."
***
They sat down on the bench, and the room to the best healer was more packed than they had thought. Fluffy women's clothing, embroidered with fancy mayerials, and suits that reached ankle length- waited with stern looks. They were most likely barons and viscount. Only the rich are able to afford this healer.
Aniel got up, having felt suffocated inside, she decided to take a stroll around the hall house. Ororon signalled that he would love to go and held her hand tightly.
She looked back at the Red Dragon, and he simply nodded, giving the permission to go on.
People with amputated arm or leg, people with a common flu, all present at one place.
She scanned through the various rooms and sometimes had the leisure to see a few healers passing around and carrying loads of scrolls. How did she know they were healers.?
Well, they have distinct features. Various light shades of coloured hair, sometimes blonde, baby blue and light shiny orange. They were easy to notice and also their mana, silky thread like mana that can pass through nerve and lymph of a person to treat them from within.
"Oh, the labour section."
She read out the sign with a smile.
It brought her joy to see the young ones. Even back at home, she would volunteer to babysit the human kids.
"Shall we go and look inside?"
Ororon nodded with enthusiasm, having felt better with Aniel by his side.
She stepped inside, and a chill ran through her spine. Immediately, she took a stance, not a stance for fight but a stance out of pure shock.
"Eh? Why are there all men?"
Ororon looked taken aback aswell and suddenly, Tremious came bolting at them with a pale panicked face. This was the first time Aniel had seen him like this - sweat running down his face and an aghast appearance.
"C-come, there's nothing to see around here." He shuttered and flinched.
Aniel straight away figured that something was odd. She stood guard and didn't move an inch, looked back to see the giant bumps on the men's belly. Some men were accompanied by their wives, carrying faces filled with delights while the men looked horrified.
"Damned dragon! If it weren't for you, ahh!"
One of the men cursed out, and Aniel turned her face swiftly at Tremious.
Her face, mouth agape, wide woken eyes, and hints of disbelief. She somehow caught on.
"T-tremious??"
She pronounced with the sharpest voice, cutting the panicked man to a stae of surrender.
He sighed and pulled both of them away and replied after a very long time while resting his palm on the nape of his neck awkwardly.
"I might have happened to place a very...mild...curse at them -...no the entire Kingdom."
"Oh-eh?"