1084 The Order holds no regard for those it deems foolish.
Four Complete Divine Stage Cultivators burst into a room, using their Mana, with tensed looks on their faces, they carried their 21 injured companions who had passed out and were barely breathing.
Seeing unknown men barging into the room, the beings wearing white robes inside the room frowned, however, as their eyes fell on the 21 bodies that these men brought, their expression changed.
"Lord Sylvarion! We need your help!" The man shouted.
The Lord Sylvarion he mentioned was an elf and one of the most well-known healers currently present in the Order.
Seeing their expression, Sylvarion didn't waste any time either, waving his hand, he took over control of 21 injured cultivators' bodies and placed them on the beds. The man blinked in surprise, he knew Sylvarion was strong, probably stronger than him, but to think his Mana would overpower his so quickly and he would take control over his companions' bodies that easily...
How was this possible...?
The man started to wonder but then,
"Their bodies are a complete mess, none of their organs are working, all their bones are crushed, and even their brain has some major injuries, the only reason they are still alive is because they are Divine Stage Cultivators.
And even then, if your arrival had been delayed any further, the chances of saving them would have been completely lost.
They need urgent treatment."
Sylvarion spoke with a grim look on his face. Then, he glanced at the 4 cultivators who brought them here and questioned,
"How did this happen?
Who did they battle with for them to end up in this state?"
Hearing that question, the 4 cultivators' expressions changed, they quickly recalled the frightening experience they just had and their bodies started trembling, seeing their reaction, Sylavrion narrowed his eyes, patiently waiting for their answer as his subordinates started casting some basic healing spells on the injured cultivators.
"I-It was a spar."
The man replied.
The battle between members of the Order, no matter how brutal, was always called a Spar.
"What...?"
Sylvarion's expression changed.
"This was a result of a Spar?" He questioned, his voice was heavy.
"Y-Yes." The man nodded and suddenly, a fearsome aura burst out from Sylvarion's body and,
"So you are telling me that this was done by a Member of the Order...?"
The man nodded, his body trembling because of the pressure Sylvarion was releasing.
"Who was it? Who was that arrogant bastard who thought this was the correct way to end a Spar? Give me his name."
Sylvarion ordered.
"..." The man, of course, didn't dare to take Vyriana's name.
Sylvarion, however, wasn't willing to back down.
"Give me the name." He ordered, his tone even heavier. The pressure the man felt increased. He understood that if he stalled it any further, Sylvarion would kill him, however, he knew he couldn't take Vyriana's name either.
That would make the situation too complicated.
"It was Lady Vyriana..."
Suddenly, another woman who accompanied the man answered.
"She was the one who came to Veiled Eden, sensing her Aura, we went to her and she ordered us to leave without any explanation."
Like the Bearkin woman, she didn't know much about Vyriana either, however, just to be safe, she knelt and was glad she did so. However, this didn't mean she held any grudges.
Forced to kneel like that, she had never been humiliated to this extent before. She wanted revenge, however, she, who had witnessed Vyriana's strength knew she couldn't get revenge on her own.
She had to use someone else.
"She said she wanted to train her disciples but we couldn't even see any disciples there! She was clearly lying and just wanted us to leave!"
The woman shouted, blaming everything on Vyriana, but then,
"You are telling me these people went against Vyriana...?" Sylvarion questioned and as he said those words, his subordinates, who were casting Heal on the cultivators paused.
One must know, these were the same subordinates who didn't even react when Sylvarion unleashed his fearsome Aura and continued to treat patients, however, the moment they heard the name Vyriana,
They all paused and glanced at the woman who had just stepped forward.
The woman found their reaction strange, however, she nodded to answer Sylvarion's question and the moment she did, Sylvarion's subordinates stepped back at the same time.
"Huh?" The woman frowned.
"Are you all perhaps... new here?"
Sylvarion questioned as he looked into the woman's eyes.
"W-What?"
"But even then...
What Divine Stage Cultivator would be foolish enough to go against Vyriana...?
She is called the Strongest Divine Cultivator in the world for a reason, you know?"
"Huh?" The woman, of course, had no clue why Sylvarion was talking about that right now.
Seeing her reaction, the elf just sighed, then,
"They are out of danger for now. Maverick, take them to other Wards, I will treat them later. I have other patients I need to see."
Sylvarion ordered.
"Yes."
One of his subordinates stepped forward and bowed his head.
"W-Wait! What are you doing!? They are clearly not in a position to be left alone! You just said they needed immediate attention or they would die! Why are you sending them away!?"
"Didn't you hear what I said? They are out of danger now!"
"Their condition is still critic-"
"I am the medic here, woman." Sylvarion looked into the woman's eyes and commented.
"Order is the place where the strong are respected.
Foolishly challenging Vyriana without knowing your position and still expecting to be treated instantaneously when I have patients who are injured in actual Battles.
Don't step out of your boundaries.
These people will be back on their feet in a few months. Now return,
I have other things to do."
Saying those words, the Elf turned around.
"W-What just happened...?"
The woman stood there with a blank look on her face.
"Why didn't you just stay silent...?" the man walked towards her and questioned with a sigh.
"B-But he was the one who asked for the name?"
"And why did you think I was silent?
What kind of fool goes around saying they intentionally offended the strongest being there is and now they want to be treated? Obviously, the Medics won't take you seriously. Do you even know how many cultivators they have healed after they were taken to them after battling Vyriana?
The number is so high that they couldn't even count! It is to the point where they have already become numb to it and don't take those patients seriously anymore.
Cultivators who challenge Lady Vyriana are just treated as fools and the Order holds no regard for those it deems foolish."
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