The three days of rest after acquiring the blood magic from Velra helped me quite a bit.
Even Hans—the stern head butler—came to check on me once. That alone was surprising enough. But what truly caught me off guard was what he brought with him.
Two mid-grade healing potions.
He handed them to me without a word, his expression as unreadable as ever. I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the lingering fatigue.
"…These are for me?" I asked, hesitantly.
He gave a short nod. "The Lady gave the order. Use them wisely."
Just like that, he turned on his heel and walked off, as if he hadn't just handed me twenty gold worth of medicine.
Sixty gold.
That wasn't pocket change. A single mid-grade potion could cover a commoner's living expenses for several months. Even nobles didn't throw them around lightly, unless it was a battlefield emergency or a personal favor.
Thanks to the healing potion, I recovered faster than expected—but I still wasn't in top form.
