Isriah woke up for the second time to the feeling of softness enveloping his head.
It was a truly foreign feeling because waking up to the feeling of your wife's soft laps was amazing…
'I should really start getting used to this feeling,' he thought, his eyes were still half-closed.
The warmth beneath him was comforting, it was almost like it was telling him everything was going to be okay.
He didn't move much; he simply shifted his head slightly, letting the softness mold around him.
"Lyria…"
His voice came out softer than before, but not in the way he expected.
It wasn't that commanding tone from before…. It was far smoother than before, it didn't sound like the kind of voice that belonged on a battlefield but rather in a bedroom.
"Yes, my lord," she replied gently.
He couldn't see her face from this angle; her chest blocked most of his view.
Not that he was complaining.
"Please stay still," she said.
He frowned slightly. "Why would I—?! Fuck!"
A sharp crack echoed through the chamber, and white-hot pain surged up his arm.
He hissed through his teeth, his fingers twitching.
"What the hell—?!"
He turned his head just enough to see the culprit… two enormous hands gripping his own and twisting it into place.
The pain faded instantly, replaced by a strange lightness.
His fingers flexed naturally again, it felt much more easier to use now.
"Fuck? Where did you learn that word, my lord?"
The man's deep voice was filled with amusement.
Isriah blinked, still catching his breath.
The man's face looked vaguely familiar… he had a strong jaw, a thick black beard with white strands of hair as well as sharp brown eyes.
He knew this person, but the name stuck to his tongue… no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall it. Hell he couldn't even recall Isriah's father's name, did he have amnesia or something?
The man turned to Lyria. "I think he's forgotten about me."
Lyria smiled softly. "My lord just returned from a five-month coma. It's a blessing that he's even alive. We should be grateful for that, not worried over a few lost memories."
Even though she convinced the man that he shouldn't be worried… she was very grateful that he at least remembered her.
Lyria brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, still looking down at him with fondness.
"Anyway, my lord, this man is Davies — the tribe's doctor. He carried you when you were a baby."
"I see…" Isriah said slowly.
He truly didn't remember, but he wasn't going to argue. "It's nice to meet you again, Davies."
Davies gave a polite nod, his mouth moving into a small smile. "It's good to have you back, my lord."
'Why are they all calling him my lord?' He thought, wasn't the original angry because they refused to acknowledge him as the lord?
He sat down cross-legged on the furs.
The man's height was impressive even while seated… he looked like a giant from some old tale.
His long legs folded neatly, and the wooden medical kit beside him creaked as he adjusted it.
'Man, people here are huge,' Isriah thought, staring for a moment. 'But still… it's kind of cool to see an actual system screen floating over someone's head.'
Above Davies, a small screen hovered above his head and although it was small... He could read the contents perfectly.
[Name: Davies]
[Age: 45]
[Profession: Doctor]
[Note: Has been fond of Isriah since he was young and serves only because he believes Isriah will become a great lord. He will always act in Isriah's best interest.]
'Wow…' Isriah blinked. 'This man sure is devoted.'
He looked back at his own hands, flexing them carefully.
The right one moved easily, but when he tried to lift his left arm, a dull numbness spread through it.
"Why does my other arm feel numb?" he asked, frowning. "I can't even raise it… it feels heavier than the other one."
Davies stood, brushing the fur from his knees.
"Something happened to your body while Lyria was gone," he said matter-of-factly. "Your bones for all your limbs were twisted. We had to realign them."
"Twisted?" Isriah muttered. "That doesn't sound right."
Still, he doubted he was in any position to argue with the doctor.
Davies moved closer and took hold of his left arm.
His grip tightened and Isriah felt like the man could squash his arm easily. "Hold still, my lord."
"Wait, what are you—"
Crack!
Pain shot through his arm like lightning, and he clenched his jaw to stop from screaming.
But almost immediately, the pain faded, replaced by a comforting warmth that spread from shoulder to fingertips.
Davies released his hand. "Better?"
Isriah flexed his fingers and blinked in surprise. "Yeah… actually, yeah. Thank you."
Davies nodded once and stood, grabbing his kit. "If you need me, I'll be in my quarters."
Lyria inclined her head respectfully. "Thank you, Davies."
He left quietly with a smile… he looked like a baby who had just received a candy.
Isriah exhaled deeply, then turned his head toward Lyria.
She was still sitting beside him, watching him closely.
"My lord, do you feel better now?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said, stretching both arms experimentally.
His joints popped, but there was no pain. "I think I do."
Her smile widened slightly. "That's good."
Before he could respond, A screen appeared in front of his eyes.
[Your status has been updated.]
[You have received a Minor Quest: Open System Menu.]
[Reward: 10 XP.]
'Oh great… here comes the XP tent.'
He remembered exactly what the game was trying to do.
The game's system loved to start with small, easy quests… basic actions like open your menu, move five steps, or pick up an item.
Then they would stop giving Minor Quests altogether, it was funny when he was in the office but now that he was here… He needed all the Extra XP!
'Fucking clown developers.'