Chapter 426 Juano? Horn?
"Didn't it get better just now? Why can't it work again? What kind of medical skills are you doing!"
"It's impossible, let's see..., hiss, or else use divine magic first Hang your life, let me study it."
"What the hell is this witch? Why hang your life?"
The ear is far and near. The voice woke Catherine up from her confusion, but she couldn't make a sound.
She only felt as if she was floating in mid-air, and her whole body was falling toward the sky.
The violent mana crystallized the blood and organs bit by bit. These tiny crystals condensed in Catherine's flesh and blood, sucking out the last trace of her life force.
Even the witch's incredible vitality and physique cannot stop the flow of life from the body.
"Hey, could it be that the blood-sucking vine sucked your blood before and transfused it into the body of this witch, so it is effective?"
"This blood type is not necessarily the same. Same thing, don’t make bad ideas, or try taking blood orally. Maybe it’s not a blood problem, but a mana problem. I just don’t know if it’s too late.”
"Didn't you say last time that backdoor administration is twice as effective as oral absorption? We can use enema. If we want to be more efficient, one drop of semen and ten drops of blood..."
Hearing this, even if No matter how dim her consciousness was, Catherine used all her strength to stop when she heard the word enema: "No, don't..."
I don't know if the doctor heard clearly, and Catherine lost it again. The ability to speak.
This was the first time she prayed to the Holy Lord, hoping that the healer could hear her clearly.
However, in her vague consciousness, she heard the young man scolding the witch doctor and the shrimp-headed man, which somewhat reassured Catherine.
After waiting for who knows how long, maybe a second or an hour, she could no longer feel the passage of time and just closed her eyes quietly.
Then, a drop of warm liquid flowed from the lips.
With just a drop of iron-smelling liquid, Catherine felt that her body, which had been dying, regained some vitality.
The previously exhausted internal organs became active again, and the coagulated blood crystallized and flowed throughout the body again with the pounding of the heart.
Katherine raised her chin greedily and sucked the bleeding finger into her mouth with her plump pale lips.
The soft tongue licked the fingers insatiably, and the tongue was full of salty taste.
A drop of blood flowed into her mouth, and the violent mana in Catherine's body gradually returned to order.
All the violent power was poured into the few remaining blood-sucking vines lying on her body.
When the blood-sucking vines fell off Catherine's body, a few blushes of blood finally appeared on her originally pale face.
The finger that was bleeding with strange blood finally pulled out a long strand of saliva from her and took it back.
Losing the feeling of being filled, Catherine felt a sense of loss as several witch doctors and nuns gathered around her and began to clean her wounds.
Finally, he poured a bowl of garlic-scented potion into her mouth.
Catherine's consciousness fell into darkness again.
…………
“Catherine, Catherine?”
Who, who is calling me, Catherine raised her head suddenly.
"Katherine, run, Catherine——"
The mother in front of her, wearing a linen dress, was pressed on the table by several bandit deserters, shouting desperately.
This was the day that deserters broke into her small courtyard.
This scene that appeared in dreams countless times made Catherine reach out her hand numbly, and the weeds in the floor tiles stretched out and strangled the soldiers alive.
It was only when her body ran uncontrollably towards her mother's arms that she could feel the obvious stiffness and coldness of her mother's body.
"I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry..."
My mother's whisper came to my ears, and when her arms opened, it was already the deep forest outside the city.
Bears, wolves and even wild dogs surrounded her, and her only food was a few pieces of black bread in her backpack.
She walked and walked in the forest, got hung up on tree branches, bitten by wild dogs, ate all the bread, and exchanged the few coppers she had for a glass of water.
Until she met a group of fleeing refugees, these kind-hearted refugee families accepted her, let her follow them, and gave her the food they begged for.
Looking at the warm faces, Catherine really didn’t know what expression to make. She already knew her final fate.
"Go away, witch, go away! You beast that deserves to go to hell!" "Catch her, catch her, that's a witch. Anyone who can catch her alive will at least have a knighthood. "
The familiar refugees held their torches high, while Catherine was running in the bushes, and the witcher walked on the fluffy snow like a ghost. In pursuit.
It wasn't until she saw a cliff that she jumped down, tumbled into the icy lake, and climbed up shivering. Only then did she survive.
When she looked up again, Catherine's mood finally fluctuated.
A middle-aged priest wearing a black monk's robe with gray hair on his temples, holding an oil lamp, sat by the campfire and handed her a small box with a smile.
“Do you want to eat cookies?”
“Teacher——” As if all the grievances turned into tears and flowed out, Catherine moved her short legs and rushed forward, but she couldn’t. Empty.
There was just a cloud of smoke that dissipated.
The next scenes are coming faster and faster, Juano’s face, Meliati’s face, Miterny’s face, Karl’s face, Sissi’s face, Fredion’s face all at once One flashed in front of me.
"Catherine, Catherine, stop reading, your eyes are damaged." It was Meliati's voice.
"Catherine, ah, I remember your father, Medford Magdi. Are you his illegitimate daughter? Did you just take over his Chamber of Commerce?" It was Fredian's voice.
“Damn it, she cheated, why does she have so many saffron flowers?” Mitnich, who was still Catherine’s rival at the time, said in a defensive voice.
"Salute to you, I am Karl, the knight commander of the Kush Black Rider, Karl!" At that time, Karl was young when he joined the Megdi Chamber of Commerce under the introduction of Juano.
Countless voices gathered in my ears, so close and so far, the scenes recalled in the dream changed faster and faster, and finally settled on the final picture.
That was the night she went to visit Juanno. At that time, she was far from realizing the cruelty of what she was about to do.
On the last night, as she left with her back to the cell, she finally heard clearly the last words Juano said behind her.
"I have finished teaching you what I should teach you. I am old, and the rest is up to you."
The moment Catherine turned her head, Juanno, the rag-picking grandfather of the orphan Catherine, jumped into the fire erected by the church.
In the blazing fire, she did not wait for Meliati's rescue. Catherine, who was hugged by the maids, could only hold back her tears and watch the old man who was both a teacher and father being burned to death.
"No, no - teacher, teacher...teacher?"
With tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, Catherine suddenly stretched out her hand, but she only grabbed the floral bed curtain in front of her.
The wind outside the window swayed the bed curtains back and forth, and the closed window leaves were blown against the window frames, and the hustle and bustle of people's voices gradually became clearer.
In her blurred vision, the clear colorful brilliance of the stained glass window turned into countless yellow, green, white and blue haloes, crowding in front of her eyes.
Hold on the soft velvet mattress, Catherine felt dizzy just by sitting up.
In this dizziness, Catherine lifted the bed curtain that blocked her sight.
Beside the white wooden four-poster bed, a priest wearing a black monk's robe is sitting on a mahogany chair cushioned by wheat straw. He has a book on his lap, and every now and then he will pick up a biscuit and stuff it into his mouth. .
For a moment, Catherine thought she was still in the Brago Monastery and had just woken up from a nap.
The teacher was sitting by the window, quietly reading "The Sister in Tragedy" that she bought at the market.
There is no killing and flames, no betrayal and intrigues, just that sunny afternoon with no worries in mind.
It seemed that everything she had experienced before was just a dream in that afternoon.
The figure in black in front of him corresponds exactly to the black-robed monk Juano in his memory, and he seems to be still the little girl.
Katherine grabbed the glasses on the bedside in a panic, put them on her eyes blurred by tears, and rushed towards the figure in the halo.
"Teacher -"
The plump flesh bomb hit his chest, and a pair of white arms wrapped around his neck, so scared that Horn almost spit out cookie crumbs from his nostrils.
Holding the soft waist in his arms, he was at a loss for three seconds before he helplessly patted Catherine on the back and pushed away the witch Catherine who was so enthusiastic when they first met.
"Aunt Catherine, there's something wrong with the prescription of your glasses. I'm not Mr. Juanno."
"You, you are, who are you?" Catherine rubbed the corners of her eyes. After letting go of her hand, she seemed to be still in a dream and sat blankly on Horn's lap, "What did you call me?"
"I call you aunt, you are already older than me." Horn put the book aside and introduced himself almost face to face, "I have heard about Magdi Rose for a long time, and I am lucky enough to meet you today. , I am Horn Gallar, the one in the church’s propaganda——”
“Monster Horn?” Catherine was still confused, numbly holding her little hands painted with rose nail polish. onto Horn's gauze-wrapped finger.
"It's the Holy Grandson, Horn." Horn corrected.
(End of this chapter)