Hearing his friend's long-winded remark, Drayce ignored him as usual.
The young king walked towards where his sword was placed, and without hesitation, he drew a wound on his arm. Blood immediately spilled out.
"Dray!" However, Arlan's yell came too late as Drayce had already taken a pill.
The two watched with bated breaths as the long wound healed at a rate visible to the naked eyes. After a minute, the sword cut had become a faint scar several years old. Drayce returned his attention to Dusk and approached the bird to caress his head. "You did well. This healing pill has no negative effects on the body. I will give it to her."
Dusk rubbed his head back as if he was happy with what his master said.
