She raised her hand and touched his forehead. "You are having a fever."
Liam blinked and shook his head as though to clear his mind. "I am fine," he told her confidently as he tried to laugh it off. It ended as a dry weak laughter.
"You are really okay," she confirmed ironically as she watched him with her brow furrowed slightly. "You look like you are going to pass out soon."
"Who do you think sent them?" he asked to divert her attention to the issue of the poison and whether or not he was going to die from the painful stings he felt all over his body.
It was as painful as scorpion stings. He had been stung by a scorpion before when he went out camping with his friends and they were so much all over his body but he clenched his fist and tried to remain as calm as he could be despite the cold sweat that coated his forehead.
"You have so many enemies. As much as the royal family is the seat of power within the wall and strong enough to keep those outside the wall away, they still have people who want to take their power away."
Liam shook his head slowly. "I am powerless, why do they even care?"
"You have proved yourself to be otherwise," she reminded him as she held his wrist. She pulled him to the bed and gestured for him to sit down.
Liam obeyed knowing that was what he needed most at that moment. The stings were crawling from those wounds and he could feel them crawling from every part of his body towards his chest.
It gave off the feeling of having a poisonous insect crawl into someone's ear stinking with every move but this time, it was not just one point but many and all over his body. He groaned quietly as the pain intensified.
He was trying hard not to panic as he wanted to trust his fast-healing body. He wanted so badly to trust that his body will heal it all but the pain was beyond what he had ever experienced in this world and he was slowly losing trust in that ability.
His trust level which was way above fifty percent had dropped to only ten percent when he felt his hands begin shaking uncontrollably and the foreign dryness of his throat could not get quenched despite the number of times, he swallowed his saliva.
"I will get a doctor," she told him urgently when she noticed he had gotten so pale he almost looked blue and lifeless.
"I will heal," he told her with so much difficulty to speak as his throat felt cracked like a drought-stricken land.
"You are lying to yourself," she told him firmly as she headed towards the door.
He looked at her departing back and he could not understand why it was like humans who are unwilling to die in such a deathly position to want a company at all cost.
He fell to the bed with his back and looked at the wooden ceiling that reminded him of the cabin his father owned.
They had only stayed in that place four times and he could still remember the fun of it all and the peacefulness of the atmosphere.
He blinked as he felt those 'poisonous insects' crawl to his heart slowly circulating it like a hand. The door flew open and he could sigh. At least he lasted long enough for her to get back.
He turned his head to the direction of the door and met her gaze lazily. No, more like painfully. He tried to speak but he get a word out of his lips. Whoever hired those assassinators to kill him, had to hate him so much to use such an inhuman method.
This was what they call a painfully slow death. Some might not call it that as it has not been a day since it all began but at this point, he had concluded that if death could ease it all then, he would not mind it at all.
"What is wrong with him?" the doctor asked his voice sounding so distant.
Liam blinked when his vision blurred and he could not see the doctor who was so close to him anymore, all he saw were shadows.
"I told you got poisoned," Alessia replied venomously. She sounded so angry, Liam could imagine her stabbing the man if he does not heal him or simply feeding the old doctor her to many snakes.
The man sighed and said, "There is nothing I can do about that if he got poisoned by them." The man gestured to the bodies on the floor and shook his head helplessly.
"At least do something, you old moron," Alessia hissed like one of her snakes.
"There is nothing I can do. You know there is no cure for their poisons. They don't even have one to help themselves when they get stabbed by their knives when practicing."
Liam heard them faintly and he could feel a strong urge to find those who started such an organization and see the end of them.
"It is surprising enough that he killed them all and he is alive," the man commented in sincere astonishment. "I heard no one can escape their magic. I also heard they use black magic."
Liam despite his state, was getting irritated by the talkative beside him. This man does not qualify to be called a doctor. He was having a good time gossiping with a heartbroken woman beside a dying man.
He was planning to kill the man if he ever survives it and if he does not, this was not the first time he was dying in this world and he might be lucky enough to get another chance and if he finds the man, he will write the man's name on his chest with one of those swords on the floor.
"Ah!" Thud!
It seemed like Alessia's anger had reached its limit as she must have hit the man so hard to fall on the floor with such a loud thud.
It gave him the impression that she must have used enough strength and with only a little more force, she would have sent him downstairs through the wooden floor.
The "poisonous insect" crawling around decided to announce the end of the picnic his thoughts were enjoying as they moved all with so much force up his spine after going around his heart.
They barely touched the back of his head when everything suddenly went completely black and silent.