After that, Fang Zheng examined Katima's blood—well, all the indicators were normal, within the range of a healthy human body. There was absolutely no sign of anything like a "Royal bloodline curse." Then again, curses were inherently unscientific. Trying to detect one with science probably would not yield any results.
Of course, if there were some hereditary symptom, it could also be considered a genetic defect. But there was no way to test for that here.
Perhaps because she was too exhausted, Katima kept sleeping afterward. It was not until late at night that she let out a soft groan and opened her eyes. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then slowly sat up and looked around in confusion.
"I... I'm..."
"Yo, you're awake? How are you feeling?"
Seeing Katima wake up, Fang Zheng raised a hand and waved at her. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded at him.
"I-I'm fine... Just a little uncomfortable..."
"Mm, judging from the current test report, there's nothing seriously wrong with you. Of course, if it's some hidden hereditary disease, that would be another matter."
Fang Zheng waved a hand and set the test report aside.
"Still, you actually faint at the sight of blood? You must have seen plenty of blood on the battlefield."
"Well..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's teasing, Katima's face reddened slightly, and she lowered her head.
"It is strange. I'm not afraid on the battlefield, but watching you, Mr. Kasugano, draw blood from my arm with that tube... I just felt... rather uncomfortable..."
"Oh... I understand."
Fang Zheng understood immediately. He had seen plenty of people with similar symptoms in fantasy worlds. They could slaughter Demon Beasts as easily as chickens, but ask them to gut a Demon Beast corpse and roast it for food, and every