Although we were widely regarded as refined and easygoing, accepting the suggestion to go all the way there to rest certainly wasn't because Mr. Wenlos's private collection smelled so good.
While resting and waiting just now, I'd been waiting not only for possible new developments in the patient's condition, but, more importantly, for the conditions that would cause them.
At first glance, with this Divine Doctor's help, everything seemed to be proceeding quite smoothly—
Miss Wenlos had come into contact with the fog outside the city a few days ago, then become entangled with the legendary Star-Abandoned.
As a result, the changes in her body had become increasingly impossible to ignore. In their distress, Mr. and Mrs. Wenlos had been forced to seek out me, a specialist, and try to handle the matter privately to avoid alarming the Order.
And although my methods were strange, I'd lived up to everyone's expectations. Not only had I diagnosed her quickly, I'd even worked a miracle and given them a glimmer of hope.
—That was the version in Mr. Wenlos's eyes.
He'd hurried over just now because they'd apparently discovered a new symptom for the second time and hoped I could work another miracle.
But that wasn't why I'd done it.
Just as I'd remarked after learning that Jian had come into contact with the fog: Wasn't this all going a little too smoothly?
The truth was often stranger than fiction. If something seemed too reasonable, you'd better introduce another pair of all-seeing eyes into the picture.
Just like when I'd first encountered the concept of star laws.
Originating from that enormous tree of flesh and blood in the volcanic crater, the laws protecting Ill Omen had formed an all-encompassing, three-dimensional defense system that made him slippery as an eel. Even a