Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1428: [Bonus] If she did not do it... Then who placed the first death spell on him?

Helena and Sera treated Delphine’s wounds. They changed her clothes carefully, mindful of every fragile movement, then eased her onto the bed.

Even without words, Delphine’s condition spoke clearly. Her body looked drained beyond exhaustion, as though she had been running endlessly without sleep, her darkened eyes carrying the silent weight of everything she had endured.

”She will be alright... won’t she?” Dora asked quietly, her voice carrying a fragile hope as she gently ruffled Delphine’s hair.

Her skin remained wrinkled, stretched thin from whatever toll her body had paid, and her muscles had not fully returned to their former strength. It was clear that whatever had happened to her was not something a single night of rest could fix.

Sera nodded slowly.

”Don’t worry. She will be fine,” she said, ”She needs proper rest, real nourishment, and time. If she eats enough and her body recovers naturally, she should regain her strength within a month.”

Dora released a soft sigh, though it trembled at the end. Seeing Delphine like this made her chest tighten painfully.

To Dora, Delphine was more important than anyone else.

She was the one who stayed beside her through every difficult moment, the one who never turned away when things became unbearable.

It was Delphine who supported her when she felt weakest.

Alaric had been there too, but Delphine was different!

She was a loyal subordinate, unwavering even when it hurt.

She was a wonderful friend, honest and warm in ways few could manage.

She was a lovely woman, strong yet gentle, carrying burdens without complaint.

And sometimes, Dora felt Delphine was like a daughter to her. Watching her cry, pout, complain, and cling stubbornly to her feelings had always stirred something tender inside Dora.

Those moments had been annoying and amusing all at once, but above all, they were precious.

Of course, Dora would worry about her. It would have been stranger if she had not.

Her gaze shifted to Aether as Xara and Sandra brought him in from the bathroom. His body was completely naked, yet none of that mattered. His condition was all that drew their attention.

They dried him carefully and laid him onto the bed, covering him with a quilt. Their eyes drifted, unwillingly yet inevitably, to his severed hand once more. The sight had not grown easier, no matter how many times they looked.

”What do we do now?” Sandra whispered, her voice tight with worry as she sat on the edge of the bed. ”His hand... what happens to him like this?” Her eyes lingered on his darkened gaze, hollow and exhausted, as though he too had not slept for days.

Sera let out a quiet hum before sitting down,

”I honestly cannot do anything more,” she admitted, her voice heavy with defeat. ”Our healing works on the principle of exchange. We cannot create something from nothing. Creating a new limb or body part is impossible unless the previous one is completely detached and destroyed beyond recovery. But this situation does not follow any known rule.”

She gestured toward his torn arm, where the flesh remained alive. Veins still pulsed, blood still flowed, yet it did not drip or spill. Instead, it vanished unnaturally, as if swallowed by something unseen.

”His severed arm is still connected to the rest of his body,” she continued, shaking her head slowly. ”It is still functioning, still responding. That alone should not be possible.”

Her voice dropped, barely above a whisper.

”It defies everything we know.”

Like his hand was still here, but they couldn’t see it.

”We will only know the truth once they wake up,” Xara said gently, forcing a small smile as she softly pressed and massaged Aether’s foot. ”Until then, all we can do is wait.”

Sandra nodded faintly, gathering herself before speaking.

”Let’s not alarm the others,” she said in a calm but firm tone. ”Tell them Aether and Delphine need deep rest. No interruptions, no questions. They deserve peace, at least for now.”

The others nodded together.

Xara hummed quietly before rising to her feet.

”I will speak to the girls,” she said, her voice steady as she turned and walked out of the room.

Sandra motioned for Helena to follow, but Helena hesitated, casting one last look at the beds. Sera met her gaze and gave a calm nod, silent reassurance passing between them. Only then did Helena finally turn and leave the room, the door closing softly behind her.