Rosie's Games

Chapter 282: Will You Spare Us?

Chapter 282: Will You Spare Us?

"The treatment has been very effective. I started walking. However, it has not been easy. I have lost the ability to walk for almost two decades. It is"

"We are already very grateful for your help," Princess Isabel interrupted her father's words. She smiled at Rosalind. "Without you, he would not be able to feel any sensations in his legs. We are very grateful that you agreed to heal my father."

"I I think you should escort the Princess out."

"Father, what are you"

"Isabel?" the Duke looked at his daughter. "Please wait for us outside."

Isabel frowned. She looked at Rosalind and then towards the Duke. Without saying another word, she left the room.

"That" Mr. Pratt seemed surprised to see Princess Isabel like that too.

"Please forgive her, Miss Lin."

"It's not a problem," Rosalind said.

"Since she felt better, she refused to accept any invites from the other families and chose to spend her time reading. She did not join any events. In fact, I did not want to bring her tonight, but she insisted on coming. Seeing her so excited to come, I had no choice but to agree. I did not have a clue that she would act like that."

"I don't mind," Rosalind said. She too was confused about Princess Isabel's behavior. However, she did not want to think too much about it. The woman had always been unpredictable since the first time that they met. Rosalind did not want to spend so much time thinking about something that was not going to benefit her.

"Well, about the treatment. After checking your leg, I think we can conclude the treatments after tonight. However, therapy is very much needed. Two months should be enough for you to completely recover your mobility. It would take another two months for you to be able to ride a horse and start using your sword," Rosalind said.

"Very well. Let us start the treatment," the Duke agreed.

Rosalind decided to finish healing the Duke as fast as possible. She immediately asked everyone else to leave them, including Mr. Pratt, Mathies and the Duke's guards. This time, everyone agreed without voicing any complaints.

"Your Grace this time it might hurt. Please brace yourself," Rosalind warned. She then started working. This time, she used her light Blessing and started fixing his leg muscles and arteries. Seeing the black mist that she wrapped on her arm, the Duke gasped but said nothing. She wanted to cover her bases and let everyone think that she was using sorcery or something else aside from the light Blessing.

Not long after, the Duke hissed from the pain.

'How could a lowly creature like you win?'

"Huh?" Rosalind opened her eyes. She looked at the Duke who was trying to stop himself from screaming. It looked like the Duke did not hear the woman's voice. Rosalind closed her eyes and concentrated on healing. She was starting to hear voices again.

She noticed that the voice only spoke when she started using her dark Blessing.

'How pathetic," the voice echoed inside her head. This time, she ignored it and focused on the healing. In her past life, she did not hear this voice even if she was using her light Blessing most of the time. This could only mean that this voice was somehow connected to the darkness.

'Leave it,' the voice came again. 'They do not deserve your help.'

Rosalind wanted to talk to the voice but she knew it was for naught. The voice would never talk back.

'You are wasting your time. Leave them. Let them rot.'

Rosalind shook her head as she wondered if this had something to do with the memories from the cursed weapon that she absorbed. Or was it that thing that she absorbed in the temple beneath the Palace of Aster?

Should she ask Lucas to take her back to that place? Perhaps, she could find answers there.

"We are done," Rosalind opened her eyes. "Someone"

Almost immediately the Duke's knights and Mr. Pratt walked back in. Even Mr. Montgomery was there. Rosalind recalled that she asked Mr. Montgomery to be there during the last treatment just in case the Duke of Duance would try to silence her. It seemed that this was one of the reasons why Mr. Montgomery came here even if he was fighting in Rakha.

"Wipe the Duke's sweat," Rosalind said. She knew that the back of the Duke had been drenched with sweat. There was no way that he was not sweating after all that pain. She took a step back and let the knights help him.

"How is he?"

Rosalind was not surprised that Princess Isabel came inside. She must have heard that Rosalind had already started the treatment.

"He is well," Rosalind answered. "Time is crucial, Your Highness, you must stay with your father," Rosalind said. She wanted to emphasize how important it is for them to keep this secret. They could not reveal it until the Duke fully recoverd.

"I know," Princess Isabel said. "Thank you. The payment will be given to Mr. Pratt."

Rosalind nodded. Not long after, Princess Isabel and the Duke started leaving.

"Miss Lin?" Princess Isabel called out.

"Yes?" Rosalind asked out of politeness. Since the Princess had not done anything that offended her, she had no reason to antagonize her. Moreover, this woman already paid her a lot of gold when she healed her.

"When the time comes" Princess Isabel hesitated. She bit her lip and looked at the other people in the room. "Will you spare us?"

"What?"

"This child what are you talking about?" the Duke tried to pull her away.

"Please answer me, Miss Lin."

Rosalind frowned. What was this woman talking about?

"Miss Lin please ignore her question. Isabel! We are leaving!"

"No. I want to hear your answer now." Princess Isabel never once took her gaze away from Rosalind. "We will not do anything against you." Princess Isabel said.

"Isabel! What are you"

"Please answer me. Will you spare us?"

Rosalind's lips thinned. She did not know what this woman saw or what she was up to. However, Isabel was looking at her with a knowing gaze as if as if she knew who she really was. "That would depend on you and your father, Your Highness," Rosalind responded with a smile.

At the end of the day, she was not going to do something sinister to the people that did not offend her.