"Ar... Arthur..."
Count Polia sat quietly ahead, looking weakly at Arthur standing in the distance. He struggled to speak, and seemed to be having difficulty.
He had seen the pale silver aura around Arthur and felt its unique power. His eyes, which had been fairly calm, now grew complicated. Clearly, many thoughts had crossed his mind.
But at this point, none of it mattered anymore.
Count Polia sat quietly, letting out a faint sigh. He looked utterly worn and pained.
Seeing him like this, Arthur stood where he was, feeling a little wistful.
Whether in his original memories or during their few previous meetings, Count Polia had always struck him as an exceptionally forceful man. He had never shown such weakness in front of Arthur.
"The target's body is deteriorating rapidly. Internal organs have suffered permanent damage. The body is on the verge of collapse and death."
The Chip's mechanical voice rang out quickly in Arthur's mind, transmitting Count Polia's physical condition to him.
"Is there any way to help him?" he asked the Chip in his mind.
"Recovery requires the following medications: therapeutic-grade genetic fluid, secondary methava, advanced restorative drugs..."
Several possible solutions were listed in an instant, but they either required large quantities of advanced medicines from his previous life or the use of high-tech medical equipment. None of them could possibly be implemented in this world.
Hearing the conditions, Arthur couldn't help giving a bitter smile. There was nothing he could do about Count Polia's condition.
"Lord Polia!!!" a loud shout came from nearby.
Amid the sound of heavy footsteps, Flar and the others hurried over. The moment they saw Count Polia, they cried out in disbelief.
His appearance was truly pitiful. Compared with the once forceful and composed Count Polia, he seemed like an entirely different