The boy looked seven or eight years old, with delicate features, chestnut curls, and a neatly pressed children's formal suit. He looked like the young master of a wealthy family.
When Starlight, who had lost both legs, was carried into the hotel suite on a stretcher, the young master was rolling around on the floor, crying and screaming hysterically. He even slammed his head hard against the room's solid wood furniture.
No one paid attention to the injured person. They all gathered around the boy instead. Someone forcibly picked him up, while someone else exchanged for a little jelly and tried to feed it to him.
Hurried footsteps sounded in the hallway. A waiter entered the room carrying a tray, paused, then respectfully placed it on a narrow cabinet beside the door.
"General, here is what you requested," the waiter reported with his head lowered at the doorway.
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and casually waved him away. Then he turned to a man in the room. "Messenger, you can feed it to him now. This stuff isn't rare, but it's quite troublesome to find on short notice. Besides, he only eats it fresh. Refrigerating it won't do. You should get the Old Witch back as soon as possible. Only the Old Witch can ease his symptoms."
Someone quickly handed the tray to Messenger and lifted the stainless steel cover. Inside were freshly picked Acacia Tree leaves and Ryegrass, along with some sliced fruit.
Messenger selected a few leaves and fed them to the boy. Calmly, he said, "Meteor exchanged bodies with a Player. Witch took Meteor's body to retrieve the Crystal Coffin. It's a long trip, so she can't make it back yet."
The boy stopped crying and began chewing the tender, juicy leaves in his mouth.