What neck wound?
The man's right hand subconsciously went to his neck. At the same time, the system's voice spoke in his mind.
<System: ...Er, Chris Bastard. I think we have a problem.>
With his eyebrows almost meeting, he did touch something warm and wet near on the left part of his neck. It seemed to be a small wound though. Totally not worrisome. That was what he thought until the foreign entity in his brain told him contrary to that. What could be the problem with the cut though? It was so small and negligible... Was it more of a trouble than the cleanup to be done, or his worsening dizziness?
Speaking of dizziness, it was attacking him again, and now, he was suspecting he saw at least four hazy layers of a woman's figure. What the heck?
<System: ... I just noticed too when this Missy pointed it out. Told ya the weapon of that masked man who charged at you is weird. Turns out it is because his dagger is coated with poison. Eh? You're in auto regen and recov so I tried detoxifying it with the highest antidote your current level and points can afford. But for some reason, the poison only spread out more. Wait, let me analyze it. For the meantime, would you like to watch how the man grazed you in the neck even though you seemingly blocked his attack an inch away from it? I will only charge... fifty points! Hehe...>
The face beneath the mask turned weird, until it devolved into bafflement, then anger.
It spoke so much bad news and frustrating stuff that he didn't know what to comment first. It sure learned customer service though, no? Offering something to do while waiting for whether that whatever poison which unexpectedly scratched him near his main artery could cause him death or not. Just wow. He was speechless, and at a lost.
In front of him, Alessa had already stopped crying, intently watching every movement of the man who suddenly became rooted on the spot. The girl blinked the few drops of tears on her lashes. She was still in that clear mind state and had discovered that something was off about the guy before her.
How come his built, posture, and voice was so familiar?
Was her imagination playing on her?
'... This person is reminding me of him. But what are the odds that somebody who thinks of me as a huge nuisance will go out of his way to save me?'
Alessa watched as the guy touched the bleeding cut on his neck.
'... Pretty low, right?' The answer she came up with almost made her choke and sob again.
'It's just that... This should be an operation orchestrated by my dearest sister. And he's capable enough to discover it if he wants, no?' she then thought to cheer herself up.
However, when she pondered over it more seriously, it actually made sense. This was even after discounting the little Alessa within her who loved to fantasize about white knights in shining armor. Chris was her god of information. After witnessing him once dug into every bad record of a Government Department Secretary before, she was convinced that if he wants, nothing should be out of his grasp. Digging into the stinky past of Country F's current President would not be so much of a challenge as well.
If it was really the case... The woman's thought continued to spiral out of control, unaware that the person she was almost deifying only deducted her situation due to Sofony's warning.
Alessa's teary eyes widened at the part still oozing blood and dyeing his neck and fingers red.
"Y-your wound..." Unexpectedly, her voice still cracked despite having grown some confidence about her hunch.
If he was really Chris, and he got wounded, no matter how small, due to her...
At the same time as she processed her shock, her body just moved forward with her hand reaching out to where the glaring red was.
To her extreme surprise, the masked man backed away a step. The gesture made her chest tighten. But in the next moment, shock and panic washed over her whole body system as she witnessed the person suddenly dropping onto the floor, landing on his knees and barely supporting himself with his one hand that was propping him up from the floor and the other that was tightly grabbing on the bed's edge.
Noticing him trembling badly and out of the sudden starting to sweat heavily, Alessa was shaken and didn't know what to do.
"... To think... I will be poisoned... Damn...!" she heard him laboriously complained.
"Poisoned!" The girl raised her voice in fright. Even though she hadn't truly verified whether the person was the one she was hoping he was, she crouched down next to him, also trembling. She kept extending and withdrawing her hands but in the end didn't dare touch him.
He was suddenly in deep pain. Even without him groaning and saying, it was too obvious from his bodily reactions.
<System: ...Er, sorry for taking quite a long time analyzing it. It seems to be the work of a host. Much higher than you. It is a mixture of toxins and other poisons of varying levels and effects which include, but not limited to, making the victim feel extreme body pain, extreme headache, extreme dizziness, extreme stomachache, extreme everything... extreme... lust? Eh? It's really mixed with aphrodisiac substance! Hehe, what a very malicious and funny poison! Its effects are designed to kill a person, normal or not, with both torture and joy within 24 hours.>
It took him a few dozen seconds to digest everything it said since he was distracted by all of the extremes that it enumerated.
It was because when the innocent and unknowing woman approached him...
Please! Say no to piracy! Don't patronize thieves!
Repent now and go here!
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