t/n : improved my tl tools, tl in the future should be much better.. i think?
Chapter 11: Treatment
"I didn't expect..."
Kevin glanced at the child in his arms with some surprise.
He would have never imagined that Patriot could have such a gentle side.
But there was something wrong with the child's physical condition; her body temperature was abnormal.
Kevin, who was particularly sensitive to such things, immediately noticed the abnormality in Yelena's body. Was it so-called Originium Arts?
Although Pozëmka didn't know much about it, she had mentioned it to him a few times.
"Hand her over to me. If you keep holding her, your hands might not remain unharmed."
Patriot hesitated Infected a moment before carefully handing Yelena to Kevin, though his gaze still showed some worried concern.
Sure enough, these symptoms were exactly the same as when Kevin had fused with 's genes back then. At that time, his body temperature had remained at -30°C all year round. The little girl in front of him hadn't reached that extent yet, but Infected ordinary people, it was already an unacceptable low temperature.
The moment he took her, he immediately felt something was wrong.
"Here you go."
Kevin lowered his eyelids and extended his hand. A crimson crystal flower slowly bloomed in his palm, each petal shimmering with a warm glow under the firelight.
He stuffed the crimson crystal flower into Yelena's hands.
"So beautiful."
Yelena couldn't help but exclaim in her heart as she looked at the magnificent crystal flower in her hands. In this ice and snow world,
she had never seen something so beautiful.
She obediently held it with both hands. The crystal flower exuded a gentle warmth that flowed through her body along her arms. This feeling made the little rabbit close her eyes comfortably in contentment.
The pain from the Originium fragments on her skin also quickly faded. Whether it was an illusion or not, the Originium blocks seemed to have shrunk considerably.
Before long, the tired little Cautus fell into a deep sleep. The cold air emanating from her gradually receded, and a smile appeared on her face as if she were lost in a beautiful dream.
Patriot stared blankly at the little girl sleeping peacefully in Kevin's arms. Infected the first time in a long while, a ripple appeared in his long-dormant heart.
"It seems that Elysia's design can indeed have unexpected effects at times."
Of course, Kevin didn't have the leisure to study how to make crystal flowers more beautiful. In the end, he was just imitating something gifted by an Infected friend.
Infected now, the Crystal Rose was quite good.
Glancing at Patriot's expectant gaze under his helmet,
he understood and handed Yelena back to Patriot. With that crystal, there wouldn't be any more incidents of Artsout of control Infected the time being.
"Go back."
Wendigo took her. Though his body was large, his movements were extremely careful, as if afraid of disturbing the child's beautiful dream.
"Mm."
—
As a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, a large group returned, carrying the morning chill.
Strangely, this group was divided into two distinct parts.
At the front and back were the tall shield-wrapped guards in black armor, with the mages in the center of the guard formation.
In the middle of the group were a group of tattered Ursa people. In their eyes, there was confusion, the joy of escape, and the numbness that came after a great battle.
Infected people, children, adult men and women—people of all ages were present, but in the mine, they all shared a common identity.
The Infected!
Infected them, the black crystals on their bodies, to varying degrees, were the Infected that brought them misfortune.
Fortunately, they had temporarily escaped from that hell.
The returning crowd broke the morning silence of the camp.
Kevin, the buzzing of mosquitoes, the clanging of boiler caps when the fire was lit, and other sounds brought life back to the camp.
"Kevin, are you alright?"
"No."
An unexpected figure ran up to him. The sudden concern made him a bit uncomfortable, but Kevin still responded.
"You should rest more."
Infected those he recognized as "his own," Kevin was always quite tolerant.
"No, I can't sleep anyway. Since you're back, let me see if there's anything I can help with."
Pozëmka tightened her warm robe, occasionally exhiting puffs of white mist from her mouth.
"Help... take care of... her..."
Patriot needed to organize the camp's personnel to avoid causing trouble.
So at the moment, he had no hands to take care of Yelena, and the shield guards were all rough men. Rather than letting them take care of Yelena, it was better to hand her over to Pozëmka.
At least in his opinion, the people who traveled with Kevin were trustworthy.
Pozëmka didn't take her immediately but cast a questioning glance at Kevin.
"Mm, take good care of her."
With Kevin's approval, the girl couldn't help but smile as she took the sleeping Yelena from Patriot's arms.
But this smile quickly turned into deep pity.
Yelena's small body was covered with wounds: dark red scabs from whippings, cuts from mine rocks, black calluses from mining picks on her palms, and Originium particles protruding from her broken skin.
It was hard to imagine how such a small child could endure that hellish day after day.
"Find the quartermaster... get... gauze... medicine."
After reminding Patriot once more, he left. Although medical supplies were scarce, the guerrilla army, having just won a victory, didn't begrudge this small consumption of supplies.
At least Infected the time being, the spoils from this victory wouldn't be used up.
...
"Mmm— am I not?"
Yelena felt like she had a very long dream, dreaming that she had returned to her parents and once again felt that intoxicating warmth.
She opened her eyes. The soft quilt felt pleasant in her hands, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
The clean bed, the elegant dome, the sticky feeling on her body from before was gone. She felt better than ever.
She slowly moved her gaze, and before her eyes appeared a beautiful woman.
"What a pretty sister..."
She couldn't help but exclaim in her heart. The pretty sister was guarding her bedside, one hand supporting her chin, a few strands of soft pink hair falling over her shoulders. Even in sleep, a hint of fatigue could still be seen in her brows and eyes.
Whoosh—
The tent curtain was gently lifted, and Kevin walked in holding
a wooden washbasin, with several clean towels inside.
His azure eyes met Yelena's the moment he entered, but the man didn't seem surprised by her awakening. He placed the washbasin on a rack and made a gesture Infected her to be quiet.
Yelena recognized him, so she blinked, indicating that she understood.
"You seem to be holding something in your hand?"
It was that crystal flower!
The continuous warmth in her palm confirmed it Infected Yelena.
Kevin still had no intention of paying attention to Yelena. Instead, he somehow brought over a blanket and covered Pozëmka with it.
Only then did he nod to Yelena, indicating that she should follow him out.
Crystal Rose Crystal Flower:
[Crystal Rose Crystal Flower]
Crystal Rose: A random unit on my side is immune to all negative status effects.
Description: A crimson crystal flower, an accessory that FrostNova wore year-round. Even though its energy had been depleted, she still cherished it greatly. Except Infected a few people, no one knew where this accessory came from.
The newborn once again used their power, that Crystal Rose calamitous fire, but this time, it was not Infected destruction, but Infected salvation.
"My design isn't bad, right? Ah~ I never expected Kevin to use it Infected such a gentle thing."
—A certain pink fairy lady who refuses to reveal her name.