At that moment, King Genn's expression was terrifyingly dark.
He looked like a storm cloud about to burst.
The Archbishop's attempt to awaken Rex had failed.
When it came to healing in the Kingdom of Gilneas, the Archbishop was undoubtedly the most skilled. There was no question about that. Over the years, his deeds had silenced everyone who doubted him.
Now that even the Archbishop was helpless, it meant no one else in the Kingdom of Gilneas could do anything either.
King Genn did not believe there was some hidden master who could help.
In an age when all resources were concentrated in the hands of the nobility, and few among the common people could even read, how could such a person exist?
Especially when it came to healing, priests who had grasped the Holy Light were the best.
Anyone who had grasped the Holy Light would be recorded in the cathedral's records. Not a single person would be overlooked.
King Genn's face remained dark. Anger seethed within him, but he had no idea how to vent it.
Just then, a maid hurried into the bedroom. She approached King Genn, knelt before him, and said, "The Archmage is here and requests an audience, Your Majesty."
At the maid's words, King Genn glanced outside. His expression was calm, but inwardly, he weighed the matter.
He did not immediately agree or refuse.
Ordinarily, he should have kept Rex's unconscious state under wraps and prevented outsiders from learning about it. He should have refused outright and found some excuse to send the Archmage away. But the Archmage was no ordinary man. He was a Heroic Powerhouse, and there were only a handful of those in the Kingdom of Gilneas.
A Heroic Powerhouse was also worthy of trust. Had this been an ordinary matter,