Sylvester's heart sank, and he glanced at Xavia, who was stealing gazes like a child. She wanted to look at him but, at the same time, couldn't muster the courage.
"Which healer checked her?" Sylvester inquired, though a hint of defeat was now in his voice.
"The best of the best. Saint Medico, Cardinal Charles Nos Leeds, the Pope's Chief Healer. The Holy Father brought him himself." Raven revealed.
Sylvester's fist clenched so hard that his nails dug into his skin and made it bleed. 'Those bastards! As I sensed back then through lies, Saint Seer is behind the attack on her! Since the Pope knew about the scheme of putting the Shadow Knight behind me, he must know of this too. Shameless lunatics! How can they now act as well-wishers when they are the evildoers!'
He took a long breath, rubbed his face and dragged a chair to sit beside Xavia. He then held her hand tightly while caressing his other hand on her hair as if she was a child.
