511 The Treatment
Selma Payne’s POV:
After a long time, I came to the Spring Rain Pack again. This time, it gave me an even more obvious sense of novelty. The Spring Rain Pack was rapidly developing like bamboo shoots after the rain. No one would have thought that a few years ago, this place was just a small town about to disappear in the long river of history.
Seeing me again, Jordin seemed very excited. She had become increasingly mature at work and had a watertight appearance in front of everyone. Only when she saw her old friends like us she’d temporarily turn back into that innocent noble little girl.
When I asked Emma about it, she helplessly replied, “To be honest, even I haven’t seen Emma often. This little brat could finally let herself go. She is no longer the girl who stays home and does not leave the house. Instead, she is running everywhere in the Spring Rain Pack. Today, she went to collect the wind. Tomorrow, she would go to do volunteer work. Occasionally, she would go to the surrounding packs. Last week, she went to the Silver Moon Pack and contacted me occasionally, but she didn’t say when she would be back.”
Hearing this, I felt even more at ease. It would be good if I could go crazy and have fun. Seeing the vast world would be much more beneficial in resolving the knot in Emma’s heart. If she were to stay at home all day, there would be problems.
As for Cynthia, Jordin quickly accepted that I suddenly had a daughter. “After going through so much, I don’t think I’ll be surprised by anything that happens to you now,” she said.
The secret ward was still the same, clean, pale, and dark.
Tracy and Master Hayley were silently making pre-operation preparations for this strange ‘operation’. Sophisticated medical first-aid equipment and ancient sorcery tools were placed together, giving off an absurd feeling of time and space being torn apart. After a while, Tracy called me, “Your Highness, the disinfection is done.”
With the help of the nurses, I sanitized every part of my body. The nurses were extremely careful with Cynthia, who appeared to be only two years old. However, she didn’t seem to care much about her.
“Mimicry is just a type of illusion. Although it can be seen and touched, the reaction to external stimuli is only the mimicry’s simulation function. How could there be hidden viruses and bacteria? I’m not even a lump of air.”
She mumbled to herself but obediently accepted all the preparation work.
‘This is for me. She knows that I’m worried; by doing this, she won’t put another stone on my tight heartstrings.’
Finally, everything was ready to end.
I suddenly felt a little timid when I stood in front of the door. I hoped that everything would go smoothly and succeed as I expected, but I was also afraid that if I failed, I would not be able to bear the final consequences.
“Your Highness?” Master Hayley urged softly.
I took a deep breath. After the nurse pushed the door open, I walked in with trembling hands.
My lover, my Aldrich.
He was lying on the bed with some tubes I recognized or didn’t recognize inserted into his body. He was like a butterfly falling into a spider’s web, unable to struggle or escape.
He had lost a lot of weight. Even with regular massages, his muscles inevitably shrank slightly. A long period of not seeing the light of day had caused him to appear sickly pale, like a blooming cereus under the moonlight, as if a gust of wind would quickly wither him.
I walked to his bed and wanted to touch his cheek, but I couldn’t raise my hand. I greedily listened to his breathing and heartbeat. This was proof that he was still alive.
“Mother,” Cynthia reminded me in a small voice. “It’s time to start.”
I nodded as I finally had the courage to touch Aldrich’s thin face. The cold touch made me shiver, and I quickly retracted my finger.
“... Let’s start.”
Right after I said that Cynthia’s appearance suddenly began to expand slightly. Immediately after, all of the colors on her body rapidly faded away. As she expanded, she gradually transformed into a milky-white, mist-like sphere. Immediately after, the faint milky white color began to fade, and then she disappeared without a sound, like the air that could be seen but not touched.
I realized this was the process of Cynthia’s reverse removal of her mimicry. If I were to reverse the sequence, I could imagine how she slowly formed her human form in my stomach.
I couldn’t see what happened after that, I could only ‘feel’ it.
The power in New Flow was gradually drained away. It was as if every time Cynthia corrected a mistake, she had to use the same amount of power to fill in the gaps. It had been long since I’d met an enemy I could ‘eat’. Since New Flow was still growling for food, it wouldn’t be long before it ran out of ‘food’ to supply Cynthia. I could only use it to fill up a large number of holes.
Slowly, I felt a little dizzy – not a pathological feeling. Cynthia was gradually fusing with New Flow. This was an inevitable side effect of using New Flow.
However, I had to consciously control New Flow so that it didn’t separate friend from foe, which meant that I would inevitably come into contact with Cynthia’s consciousness. Everything was tangled together like a ball of yarn. I had to use all my attention to prevent a tragedy from happening.
Gradually, I felt like I was in the clouds, and my consciousness blurred.
