I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 142: Growing suspicions

Zafron felt the warm air in the room against his skin as his eyes slowly blinked open.

He scanned his surroundings, disoriented at first, but soon recognized the familiar confines of his own bedroom.

Carefully, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, surprised to find that he didn't feel any dizziness or pain. Glancing down, he noticed the ligatures on his skin, remnants of the injuries he had sustained.

Curious, Zafron stood up, his brow furrowing as he realized he was shirtless. Stepping over to the mirror in the corner, he examined his reflection more closely.

The deep gash on his forehead that he remembered from last night was now nothing more than a faint, almost disappearing scar.

He grazed his fingers over the wound, marveling at the body's remarkable healing process.

Moving his hand to the injury on his abdomen, he was equally surprised to find that the pain had subsided completely.

"The system must have accelerated my recovery," he murmured to himself, his lips curving into a small, relieved smile.

Whatever had happened the night before, it seemed his body had managed to bounce back, thanks to the power of the healing mechanisms he had come to rely on.

Suddenly, Zafron heard the low murmur of hushed voices drifting in from outside his room. Recognizing Mara and Matilda's familiar tone, he also detected another voice he couldn't quite place.

'Is that supposed to be Cassandra?'

Curiosity piqued, Zafron padded across the room, quietly approaching the doorway. As he neared, the distinct timbre of Cassandra's voice reached his ears, and his eyes widened slightly.

Steeling himself, he stepped out into the sitting room, drawing the attention of the three women seated there. Mara was the first to react, rushing to his side.

"Zafron! How are you feeling?" she asked, her brow creased with concern.

"Never better," he replied, offering her a reassuring smile.

Matilda also rose from her seat, her gaze sweeping over him approvingly. "It's good to see you up and about. We were worried."

Zafron nodded, his gaze then settling on Cassandra, who watched the exchange with a pensive expression.

"Cassandra," he acknowledged, his voice calm. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Cassandra leaned forward in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I didn't see you at work today, Zafron. I came to check on you, only to hear about what happened last night."

"Yeah, it was a rather unfortunate event. But I'm all good now," he replied with a reassuring smile.

"Well, I'm relieved to see you're alright," she said, her tone softening ever so slightly.

"I can see you're dressed for the naming ceremony already. Wait a moment, I'd love to change and accompany you," Zafron added, as he turned back to head to his room and change.

"No, I must insist you take the time to recover fully before returning to work," Cassandra said firmly.

"Are you sure? I won't take long to change!" Zafron said, hoping to persuade her.

"Of course," she replied with a reassuring smile.

"Well, if you insist, I suppose you should be on your way to the naming ceremony. I wouldn't want the other family to think you've turned down their invitation," Zafron offered.

Cassandra considered his words for a moment, then nodded. "Very well." She stood from her seat, her gaze lingering on him. "But do take the time to recover fully. Those wounds looked rather bad."

"I will," Zafron replied with a small smile as he approached her, hoping to at least see her off.

Cassandra shook her head. "No, no, you need to stay here and focus on your healing." She turned towards the door, pausing briefly. "I'll be in touch soon. Take care, Zafron."

As Cassandra took her leave, Matilda approached Zafron, her eyes narrowing as she examined him more closely. Her gaze settled on the faint scar on his forehead, now barely visible.

"Your wounds..." she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Zafron feigned ignorance. "What about them?"

Matilda reached out, gently running her fingers along the barely-there scar. "They're... healed. Or nearly so. How is that possible?"

Zafron offered her a reassuring smile. "It's all thanks to your excellent treatment yesterday, I suppose. I won't lie, the drug you gave me got me hard!!" He said with a half grin, hoping everyone would laugh to the image he made of him passing out but when he saw they all shared the same reaction as Matilda, one of shock looking at his head, he knew he needed to move on.

"I can't thank you enough for you and Mara enough for the care. No idea what I would have done without you two,"

Matilda's brow furrowed, and Zafron could see the gears turning in her mind. Despite his attempts to downplay the situation, he knew her intuitive nature would not be easily fooled. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of his seemingly miraculous healing.

Mara not quite bothered by what was happening, hurried to the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a steaming cup of tea, offering it to Zafron.

"Drink this," she said, her voice laced with concern. "It will help you regain your strength."

Zafron accepted the cup gratefully, taking a few sips of the warm liquid. He could feel its soothing effects almost immediately.

Mara then rushed back to the kitchen, returning with a tray laden with an assortment of hearty dishes. She placed it on the table in front of Zafron, gesturing for him to partake.

"You need to eat," she insisted, her eyes pleading. "You need to get your strength back as quickly as possible."

With a nod, Zafron set the cup aside and began to fill a plate, his appetite suddenly returning. As he took the first few bites, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Mara's unwavering care and concern.

"Thank you, Mara," he said, his voice soft but sincere. "I appreciate everything you've done for me."

Mara's features softened, and she gave him a gentle smile. "Of course, Zafron. We'll get you back on your feet in no time."

As Zafron continued to eat, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knew he would have to be honest with Mara and the others about what had truly transpired, but the thought of doing so made his stomach twist with unease.

Matilda who was standing by the side watched them. Her mind raced, her intuition telling her that something was off about the way he had healed so quickly.

'This doesn't make sense,' she thought, her eyes narrowing as she studied him closely. 'He was in such bad shape last night, but now the wounds are nearly gone. And this isn't the first time too. Back when he got stabbed by Gustavo, the alchemist that treated him was astounded by his recovery back then. I played it off to be nothing more than an attempt to flirt with him which she surely was.

Something's not right.'

Her gaze drifted to the faint scar on his forehead, then down to the pocket where she had noticed an expensive-looking bracelet yesterday when she getting him cleaned up. 'He claims he was robbed, but his belongings are all intact. In fact, he seems to have more than he left with.'

She let out a soft sigh, her suspicions growing. 'There's something Zafron is hiding from me. This wasn't just a simple robbery - it was as if he'd been in a fight. But why would he lie about that?'

Matilda's gaze met Zafron's, and she saw the subtle flicker of unease in his expression. 'He's trying to downplay it, but I can see it in his eyes. There's more to this story than he's letting on.'

Steeling her resolve, Matilda made a silent vow to get to the bottom of this mystery. Whatever Zafron was hiding, she was determined to uncover the truth.