Cyril paused with his hand poised to apply the seaweed paste to his eyes.
"Do you have any medicine I can take orally?"
"Yes!" Frank answered without hesitation.
"Apply the seaweed paste to your eyes for a while first. It'll keep the injury from getting worse."
Cyril nodded silently... Although I trust a professional Physician's judgment, Emlyn really would be more reassuring at a time like this.
As his thoughts wandered, Cyril smeared a little of the cold seaweed paste in his hand over his eyes.
A cool sensation immediately spread, and the burning that had lingered in his eyes rapidly faded.
Seeing this, Frank asked with concern, "How is it? Any better?"
"Yes." Cyril nodded slightly.
Then something that felt like a glass beer mug was placed in his hand. He twitched his nose slightly and could even smell beer.
"This is the oral medicine. I combined the unpleasant-tasting potion with the beer everyone likes."
"After you finish it, close your eyes and rest for a while. Your eyes should be pretty much healed."
Cattleya was briefly taken aback, then felt that it made perfect sense. Given Fate's strength, it would have been strange for him to fear the Golden Carriage's radiance as they did.
After a pause, she asked curiously:
"Did you make out the details of that carriage?"
Recalling what he had seen, Cyril said, "It might have been the chariot the Ancient Sun God used when touring the world."
"But I couldn't see clearly whether it was made from a Justice Mentor or Lightseeker characteristic. The light was too dazzling."
"The chariot the Ancient Sun God used when touring the world?" Cattleya looked somewhat surprised.
She had thought he had merely discerned the Golden Carriage's condition and the Beyonder Characteristics it contained. She had not expected