Chapter 123 Diagnosis
As the group arrived at the Turner House, Viktor guided them to a relatively secluded area in the manor where his wife's room was located. This part of the manor was very quiet with very minimal presence of maids and servants.
Adam looked at the dark corridor and couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself, This seems more like a prison.
However, he didn't voice his opinion.
Upon arriving in front of the entrance to Elia's room, the group was greeted by the scene of two men in armor guarding the door. When Adam saw this, his lips twitched. Don't tell me this is really a prison?
He asked Viktor curiously, "Why do you need such tight security?"
"Elia's safety is of great importance to me," Viktor flatly replied.
Hearing him, Adam rolled his eyes. So he's just paranoid.
The guards bowed toward Viktor and then slowly opened the door for him. As the group entered Elia's room, they saw that it was mostly covered in dark. With the only source of light being the window.
Moreover, it was evening and the sun was about to set. There was barely any light in the room. Adam frowned even more as he looked around, This… feels like a morgue.
He looked at Viktor and asked, "Why is the room so dark?"
"Too much brightness seems to cause Elia discomfort," Viktor replied succinctly.
"No, this is not right." Adam shook his head. "This environment is not conducive to her getting better."
Viktor looked at the youth with furrowed eyebrows. Then, he glanced at Berger to see his reaction and found that the gnome didn't intend to interfere. He looked back at Adam but didn't reply.
The group finally arrived at Elia's bedside, none of them making too much sound. They found that Elia was fast asleep, however, her breathing was ragged.
Her skin was sickly pale and her eye sockets had sunken considerably. Moreover, she had lost a lot of muscle mass in her body. She looked extremely emaciated.
"Has she not been eating?" Adam asked, the frown on his face getting deeper and deeper.
"Her diet mostly consists of potions that satiate her hunger and give her nutrients. Other than that, whenever she's able to, she would have fruits or some light snacks from time to time," replied Viktor.
Hearing this, even Berger frowned. "I told you not to feed her too many potions as a substitute for food, did I not?"
"But she would always struggle to eat solid foods. So I decided giving her potions was for the best." Viktor argued.
"No, you shouldn't have," Adam replied, shaking his head adamantly. "No matter how great a potion is, they will always have some impurities in them. And considering your wife's health, do you think her immunity system is strong enough to dispel these impurities?"
Viktor was silent. He had never considered things from this point of view. According to him, anything that caused his wife the least discomfort was naturally the better option.
However, now it seemed that his ignorance might have had the opposite effect to what he intended.
"How serious is this?" Viktor glanced at Berger and asked nervously.
However, the gnome didn't reply. He was merely an observer.
Then, Viktor looked at Adam, hoping for a reply. The youth shook his head. "I don't know for sure. I'll have to check myself."
He pointed at the sleeping Elia, and then asked Viktor for permission, "May I?"
Viktor nodded.
Adam sat down on the bed beside Elia and gently grabbed her hand from under the blanket. Then, he put two fingers on her wrist and infused a thread of mana into her body.
The thread of mana slowly traversed inside her body, giving Adam a detailed view of what was happening inside. However, he didn't like what he was seeing.
If the insides of a healthy person could be compared to a lush forest, then the insides of Elia looked like a forest that had been sucked dry. The plants and trees had withered and cracks had appeared on the forest floor.
Seeing this, Adam frowned intensely. He opened his eyes and wondered, Her life force is so weak? And it seems to be blocked in many places. Just what the hell happened to her?
Suddenly, he noticed Elia's eyelids twitching. Seeing that she was about to wake up, Adam immediately took out a handful of rose petals from his earring and sacrificed it. Following that, he weaved hand gestures, and then a small magic circle materialized over Elia's head.
As soon as the spell model appeared over her head, the rose petals dissolved into tiny particles and covered her face. Elia's eyelids calmed down and she went back to sleep.
Rank 1 Spell: Slumber!
"What are you doing?" Viktor asked in displeasure. He hadn't expected the youth to suddenly cast a spell on his wife.
"Relax." Adam waved his hand nonchalantly. "I just put her back to sleep. It's better this way. Trust me."
Viktor glanced at Berger, to which he nodded in acknowledgment. Then, he looked back at the youth and sternly spoke, "But I would appreciate it if you don't cast any more spells on her…"
As the man continued to reprimand him, Adam was busy with his own thoughts, completely ignoring Viktor. Suddenly, he looked at the man and interrupted, "Uncle, when did your wife fall sick? Please be as accurate as possible."
Viktor frowned upon being cut off by the youth. However, he still answered, "Three weeks after Edward was born. Eighteen days, if I recall correctly."
"Right after Fatty was born, huh?" Adam mumbled to himself as he stroked his chin.
To cure Elia's illness, an accurate diagnosis was necessary. And for that, Adam needed all the information he could gather. However, just knowing the time when Elia fell sick couldn't help him deduce a proper diagnosis. This information was simply too vague.
So he continued to ask question after question. Viktor was surprised by them, but he answered nonetheless. Suddenly, Adam recalled the time when he, Edward, and Lisa were sitting on top of the lighthouse in Hannes City and sharing their stories.
"I remember Ed telling me that when he was born, his body was extremely frail and that only as he grew up did he get better. Was there something like that?" Adam asked absentmindedly.
But then he realized that Viktor was silent. He raised his head and glanced at Viktor only to see the latter looking at him incredulously.
"H-How is that related to Elia?!" Viktor asked with a stunned face.
Adam looked deeply at Viktor. The latter's reaction didn't sit well with him. "Uncle Viktor, you must disclose everything. Only then will I be able to properly diagnose your wife."
Viktor looked at Adam and then at Berger. Then he lowered his head and fell into deep thought. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he struggled to decide whether to divulge this secret.
But if it meant that his wife could be cured, then there was no room for hesitation whatsoever. He took a deep breath and began, "To be honest, when Edward was tested for his talent for spellcasting after he was born…
"It was determined that he had none."
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