"Please pass me the towel draped over there on the edge of the wooden barrel."

After giving the man some water, George turned to Merka and said.

Her tone always carried a sense of command and unquestionable meaning, which made Merka feel a bit uncomfortable.

But of course, as a Curseborn, Merka had long been accustomed to this tone.

"Oh... All right."

Merka picked up the towel and handed it to Duke George.

The towel was warm from the hot water, and the whole barrel of water seemed to have been magically heated, emitting warm steam.

Merka sat down next to the man and Duke George, quietly watching Duke George use the towel to wipe the man's face and body.

Merka felt a bit dazed.

Duke George was a romantic, that much Merka knew.

But she never expected to stay here for a man who looked like he belonged in a club.

Of course, Merka would be willing to do anything to save even one person.

But as the backbone of the Montecristo family, not being at the front lines commanding battles and boosting morale, but instead being tied down by a man, wouldn't that lead to more injuries and deaths?

"Clearly a boy... You are truly remarkable."

"Even with such a visage, you do not yield to fate."

"You possess an immensely resilient character that belies your appearance."

The handsome man with a beautiful face smiled slightly, and the illness brought a touch of cherry blossom beauty to his smile.

Merka blushed a little, feeling a bit embarrassed about her earlier thoughts.

"Let me try... Can I?"

"My magic seems to heal genetic toxins."

Activating the angelic bloodline in the body of an Acadia can heal almost any disease, including genetic ones... except the Demon's Curse.

So Merka thought it was worth a try.

"I am not yet capable... Do we have to rely on you, a Curseborn?"

Seeing Merka's eager expression, Duke George guarded the man in front of him.

Her guard was not only due to doubt about Merka's strength, but also about her identity.

In this uninhabited place, if deceived by certain heavenly backdrops, one would surely end up dead.

Although the outside Beelzebub incarnate clearly did not possess this kind of intelligence.

"My dear... Let him try, okay?"

The man put his hand on George's shoulder, his waist-length hair cascading over George's shoulder as if delicate fingers were plucking at heartstrings. It reached into George's soft spot, eliciting a chime.

"I know my condition. My time is running out..."

"To be cured is, of course, good... But if this child can bring me relief, that would be nice too."

"If I truly die, it's fine, isn't it? At least I won't burden you, a mere mortal man, and delay matters of state and homeland."

Feeling the determination in the man's heart, Duke George frowned and hesitantly glanced at Merka.

"Xiangjun..."

"I understand."

Before long, Duke George made a decision. He slightly bowed, making room between Merka and the man called Xiangjun.

"It hurts a bit... Bear with it."

"Descent of the Holy Son."

Without much ado, Merka sat down and grabbed Xiangjun's arm.

Seeing this, Duke George furrowed her brow slightly.

"Be gentle..."

Before George could finish her sentence, a burst of white brilliance immediately enveloped Xiangjun's body.

Intense pain followed, but Xiangjun showed great strength.

With a groan, under the cover of white flames, his complexion gradually turned rosy.

"Did it really work?"

Duke George, who harbored prejudices against Curseborn, seemed surprised, but at this moment, she was more joyful.

"Mm... My dear, I feel much better."

As the white flames faded, the man looked ecstatic, feeling his limbs no longer heavy, and he happily said.

"Well done... Young man, I'll reward you generously when we return."

Duke George also seemed pleased, even her tone softened.

"Whether we can return remains to be seen..."

"But may I ask, esteemed Duke George, how do you plan to return now?"

Merka was a bit impatient, not quite approving of this plan that seemed to dwell too much on romantic and feudalistic roles.

"...First fly out of Bocity to settle Xiangjun."

"Then fly over Bocity to roughly estimate the location of the Solitary Mountain Castle, descend, and search carefully."

Merka shook her head, not fully endorsing this plan.

"That won't do, Your Grace."

"At present, the enemy angels are keeping a close eye on the sky over Bocity. Once we fly out of the city, we will surely face a fierce attack."

Merka said calmly.

"What do you suggest, then?"

Finally showing interest in this boy who was decisive, willful, and had faith, George lowered her head and gazed into Merka's misty black eyes.

"Whether you believe it or not... I have a vehicle that can dispel the fog."

"But to activate it, I need your cooperation."

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Merka said slowly.