Chapter 200 Who Are You?



Waiting for a few minutes felt like an eternity to Scarlet as she watched the count down on the med bed until it slid open. "All vitals normal, diagnosis unidentified, illness cured."

Scarlet scoffed while Tion carried Elora into the med bed and it closed up. She found it curious how the AI of the med bed could proudly say diagnosis unidentified and illness cured at the same time. If you had no diagnosis then what exactly were you curing? Did the makers of the med bed talk about it's language with real medical professionals? Perhaps, if the scars were gone and the missing leg had been regrown she would agree with the med bed AI but none of that was done. All it had done was clean up any toxins within her, and cure her internal injuries.

Oh well, she thought, at least now, the girl was conscious and she was breathing on her own. There was no lack for health monitoring bracelets in the castle and she tied one around the girls arm.

"You should use your kinesis more to do such simple things. It will help you in your mecha classes." Tion commented.

"I have never used it before." Scarlet replied. Waking up in the morning and being told you had an active super power did not mean you automatically adapted to it. She was used to carrying things in her hands and not floating them in air. If she wanted salt, she asked for it to be passed and did not use her mental strength to slide it over. In her opinion, dinner in their family was chaotic because when they were alone, her brothers and sisters used kinesis to move plates, food, drinks and other things around. Was it so hard to say, "please pass me the salt or the potatoes?"

"You should begin." Tion said again. "Start with small things like pushing a button, pulling your shoes closer, closing a manually operated door."

"I will take that under advisement." she replied.

"That one needs to see a doctor, they both do. I have seen burns like that when mecha warriors explode their mechas as a last resort to kill mutated beasts. They survive because they are dressed in armor but injuries such as these are inevitable. Did your teacher tell you what happened to them?" Tion asked her and he looked at her curiously.

Silently, she looked back at him and said, "You are overly chatty today." You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

"You have encouraged me to talk more around you governor, I am simply doing as you wish."

"And this is what you wish to begin with." she stated.

Scarlet knew that some things they needed to talk about alone because they could not leave the four walls of this room. "Tion, please go personally and bring professor Sham, also explain the injuries and ask him to come with the proper medication to deal with the illness. Caution him on privacy, until my guests are ready to leave the castle I do not want their presence to be public business. Give that last command to Gertrude and the other guards."

"And your family?" he asked.

"I will speak to them later." she assured him.

"I will send someone else to take my place." he said and he turned around to leave.

"No, that's not necessary." she told him. Seeing the unwilling look in his eyes, she added on, "But if it makes you feel better, someone can stand outside the door." She would simply enact a sound barrier in the room to maintain the privacy of their conversation.

With Tion gone, she sat down in one of the four chairs in the treatment room and waited patiently for Elora to caress Aryn's face as she cried. She handed her a bottle of water and looked at the time. One minute had gone by while Elora cried.

"Here, drink some, we do not have a lot of time before the doctor gets here so let's put our cards on the table. Do you know Maddox?"

Elora gasped, and she placed her hand over her chest, "My brother, how could I forget? Where is he? What happened to him?"

Scarlet shook her head and expressed her most sincere regrets through her grey eyes. "I am sorry," she said, "He passed away many months ago."

"Noooo," Elora placed her hands on her head and she let out a bitter wail. "No, please no." she added and she broke into a very heartbroken cry. Scarlet came closer and patted Elora's back but the woman shrugged her hand away. She was completely inconsolable.

Over one hundred years of grief rained down Elora's eyes in the form of salty tears and high pitched screams. If Scarlet had not enacted sound barriers, her guards would come charging in here with the expectation of danger.

The need to talk was urgent with every passing second and even though Scarlet felt bad for Elora, she had other urgent issues to further discuss with her in this borrowed time.