You hesitated for a moment, and Cipher immediately tugged at your sleeve, signaling with her eyes for you not to go over. There was definitely a trap inside.
You gently patted the back of her hand, telling her not to worry.
You walked up to Aglaea and held out your injured arm.
Aglaea gently supported your hand. Her fingertips were slightly cool, and her movements were exceedingly gentle.
She took out a clean piece of soft white cloth and carefully wiped the blood from your arm. Then, she retrieved a small jar of dark green ointment from the medicine box, scooped out a little with a silver spoon, and meticulously applied it to the wound.
As soon as the ointment touched your skin, a cool sensation seeped in, immediately easing much of the burning pain.
Just as the warmth of her fingertips and the coolness of the ointment intertwined on your skin, a thought stirred in your mind, and a strange sensation flooded into your body.
You clearly sensed a brand-new power, one that shared the same origin as those Golden Threads, merging into your perception.
It was as though you had been born knowing how to control them, how to make them serve you.
You could even "see" the Golden Threads sealing the door outside—their structure, their nodes.
Was this... Aglaea's power?
You gave nothing away and simply accepted this sudden power in silence.
Aglaea was still focused on applying the ointment, her eyes lowered.
"Your blood..." she remarked as if casually, "is golden."
"Mm." You acknowledged it without denying or explaining further.
"Big Sister Aglaea, those Golden Threads of yours... you're a Chrysos Heir too, aren't you?"
Aglaea's hand paused, and she lifted her eyes to meet yours.
After a moment, she nodded lightly, tacitly admitting it.
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