"Father? Father..?"
Leslie called out, her voice turning anxious, but there was no response. For dead answered naught. Leslie's shoulders quivered imperceivably.
Closing Osner's open eyelids, I stood up, placing a hand on Leslie's shoulder.
"He went away smiling. Don't be too sad."
After consoling her with a few more words, I moved on. From the corner of my vision, I saw Katarina staring at me with a sullen look. There were many complaints blant on her face, but considering the situation, she did not intervene.
She really is a woman whom I can't help but love.
Smiling at her, I gestured to Shedia.
"Potion."
She pulled out a potion bottle from her small backpack and threw it. Slicing a cut on my stomach with a dagger, I reached in and pushed and pulled, setting my broken ribs in place and draining the blood from my lungs. Then I drank the potion.
The potion showed why it was so expensive — the effect was immediate.
