Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 157 A change of location, Samras? Healthcare?

Chapter 157 A change of location, Samras? Healthcare?

(POV: Akashic Records)

As the group walked towards the adventurers' location, Fanatio's gleaming armor caught the sunlight, adding an extra shine to her confident demeanor.

"Ress, where exactly are these adventurers getting their medical care?" Fanatio inquired, her arms folded neatly across her chest.

Ress scratched his chin, "Oh, they're under Dr. Samras? care."

Genevieve shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, it was about time they sought some medical attention. I'm not surprised they ended up in Samras' hands."

As they strolled past the tavern, their footsteps slowed as they reached a small clearing where the Knights of the Cross were fervently engaged in heavy exercises. The sweat dripped off their brows as they pushed their bodies to the limit under the scorching sun.

Ress glanced at Genevieve, a small smile on his countenance. "So, you're just gonna leave them there?"

Genevieve chuckled, her own eyes sparkling mischievously. "Why not? They could use a little bone breaking training."

Just then, one of the knights performing push-ups with heavy weights let out a desperate cry. "I can't... I can't go on! I'm... I'm gonna pass out!"

Another knight, concerned for his comrade's well-being, yelled, "Someone stop him before he collapses!"

Genevieve tilted her head, her smile widening. "Oh, this should be good."

Without a moment's hesitation, Genevieve charged towards the struggling knight, launching a powerful kick that landed perfectly on his face. The knight was sent flying, rolling across the clearing.

"Now, who told you to stop, hm?" Genevieve taunted, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and slight malice.

"Uh-oh," Garret murmured under his breath, realizing the situation was about to escalate.

In a flash of expertise, Genevieve began to show the Knights of the Cross just how severe their lack of dedication appeared to her. She swiftly delivered a series of kicks and punches, causing the knights to stumble and crumble under her wrath.

Amidst the chaos, she bellowed, "Worthless pieces of shit! You don't know the first thing about hard work and dedication!"

One by one, Genevieve proved her point by overpowering the knights and endlessly kicking their asses.

Ress pointed at Genevieve, a wide yet awkward grin spreading across his face. "Hey Garret, aren't you going to stop this?"

Garret looked at Ress in confusion. "Stop what?"

Ress chuckled and nodded towards the chaos unfolding in the clearing. "Genevieve, kicking their asses. You are the captain of the faction, aren't you?"

Garret's eyes widened, realizing the responsibility that came with his position. "Oh right! But... we should do something?"

Fanatio let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not sure there'll be a faction left after Genevieve's done with them."

Ress turned to Garret, his tone dripping with amusement. "See, even Fanatio agrees." He placed his hand on Garret?s shoulder, "You should really do something about this."

Fanatio shook her head, her voice cold and indifferent. "I never said I cared. These lazy bums deserve the ass-whooping they're getting."

Garret swallowed nervously, his voice quivering. "I... I don't want to get on Genevieve's bad side either. I mean, I may be the captain, but compared to how scary she can be, it's just a title."

Fanatio murmured under her breath, "Besides, all the knights here have small peepees."

Ress and Garret exchanged confused glances. "Hm? Did we hear that right?" Ress asked.

Fanatio shifted her gaze, her cheeks slightly pink. "Nevermind."

Just as the commotion was reaching its climax, Genevieve joined them, dusting her palms off as she did. "Alright, I'm done. We can go see Dr. Samras now."

Ress and Garret turned to look behind her, their eyes widening at the sight of the knights, beaten and battered, some of them even bleeding.

Ress pointed out the obvious. "They're bleeding!"

Genevieve acted clueless, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Are they? How strange." She quickly wiped the blood off her fists, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, how did that get there?"

The group burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the clearing. Despite the chaos and the knights in pain, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie among them. They were a team, bonded not only by their skills and ambitions but by the shared moments of madness.

...

As the group finally reached the healthcare center, relief washed over them. Dr. Samras' facility was conveniently located near the residential area of the city, making it easily accessible for the wounded. The scent of antiseptics lingered in the air, mingling with the occasional wafts of cleaning solution.

Peering around the bustling center, Genevieve wondered aloud, "Where's Dr. Samras?"

Fanatio, her arms still folded, looked around with a slight frown. "It's getting awfully crowded in here, isn't it? I can hardly move without bumping into someone."

Genevieve nodded in agreement. "It's to be expected, considering the number of people here who were victims of the recent attack."

Fanatio wrinkled her nose. "But I hate the smell of antiseptics and medicine in the air. It makes me sick."

Genevieve sympathetically responded, "I can't argue with you on that. The odor can be quite unnerving."

Just then, Ress's finger shot forward, his eyes widening with excitement. "Look! There's Dr. Samras!"

The group turned their attention to the physician as he emerged from his office, making his way towards another patient in need. Garret interjected, "That adventurer was wounded in the dungeon, wasn't he?"

Without wasting a moment, Fanatio gestured forward. "Let's go ask some questions then." She confidently strode towards Dr. Samras, the others following closely behind her.

As the group approached Dr. Samras, they noticed the physician was deeply engrossed in treating the wounds of three adventurers, each lying on separate beds. The adventurers winced in pain as Dr. Samras delicately dabbed their wounds with cotton balls soaked in a peppery magical chemical.

"Please, stop! It hurts!" one of the wounded adventurers pleaded, his voice filled with discomfort.

Dr. Samras gently reassured the adventurer, "I know it's painful, but trust me, this will help speed up your healing process."

Just as the group was about to address Dr. Samras, Ress called out to him, "Hey, doc!"

Dr. Samras turned towards Ress, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Ress! How are all of you doing?"

Genevieve quickly chimed in, "We're alright, thank you. It seems like you're incredibly busy, doctor."

Garret nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and it looks like you're stressed out too, with everything that's been happening."

Samras, never one to complain, chuckled softly. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just doing my best to assist the kingdom in these difficult times."

Genevieve nodded appreciatively. "You're always putting others before yourself, Dr. Samras. It's no wonder you're my father's personal physician."

Samras brushed off the compliment with a modest smile. "You flatter me too much, Genevieve."

Fanatio, growing weary of the pleasantries, spoke up calmly. "Dr. Samras, if you don't mind, I would like to get straight to the point. I have a few questions for these adventurers here." She pointed her finger towards the wounded adventurer that Dr. Samras was currently attending to, visually indicating her target.