The healers were running in all directions. Those who weren't many in the Varden Fortress and were always at the very back seemed to be running over to the wounded soldiers, both mercenaries and soldiers who had come from the fortress. Two of the healers approached Aldeman and Morris who were standing guard near Cyril's fallen body. Behind him Clark jogged to catch up.
"How are things?" one of the healers asked Morris. He crouched down and watched carefully before performing first aid measures.
"Stab wounds and blood loss if you have eyes to see!" said Morris irritably.
The healer was not in the least offended by Morris' rudeness. He nodded and looked at his comrade who was standing. "You can keep your hands off the wound!" told the healer to Morris.
This time it was Morris' turn to glance at Clark and Adelman. The two clearly nodded.
As soon as Morris's hand moved from the wound on Cyril's body, blood came back out. The wound was large and seemed unstoppable. The two healers lowered their heads and started reacting with their healing magic. The blood that had stopped coming out of Cyril's wound started to dry up. When their healing magic finished, they breathed a sigh of relief for whatever reason. It was obvious their magic had not healed Cyril.
"The bleeding has stopped, we can take him in for further treatment!" said the healer to Morris whose hands were covered in blood, Adelman who looked worried and Clark who looked like he wanted to punch one of the healers.
"Just that?" said Clark disapprovingly.
"You want me to spend all my magic power just to heal one of the wounded soldiers?"
Clark quickly covered his mouth tightly and turned his head to Morris.
"Take him to the healers' room! Careful!" Adelman ordered.
Morris and Clark nodded and each of them supported Cyril's side and dragged him into the Varden Fortress.
The healers near Adelman nodded leaving the general standing in the same place. Adelman only drew his sword stuck in the ground after the healers stood by the other wounded soldiers.
"I wish Princess Adriana was here!" Aldeman said quietly.
***
"You're still hoping for the warp to reappear, Your Majesty!" Adriana asked while looking at the place where the warp that was there had suddenly disappeared. "He already said it. He will remain in the Varden Fortress to help out!"
"Do you think anything bad will happen to Cyril?"
Adriana didn't know how the overflowing black beast looked like. How they were going to hit the fort and how much there were of them all. She never saw any of that. Because of that Adriana could not answer questions from Algis.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I couldn't have predicted that!"
"I should have forced him to come with us!"
Algis did show interest in Cyril. At the talent that the new knight had. Cyril's talent if honed will be a very, very big help for the kingdom.
"You told me that Cyril has a tendency to be rebellious when he doesn't like it."
"I can drag him back. The knights will be able to help me!" Algis doesn't seem like he's going to give up his argument.
Adriana gave up and got back into her carriage leaving Algis alone to stare at the place where the warp once existed. When the man was satisfied, he would automatically return to the carriage with Adriana.
In the carriage, Adriana prayed that Cyril would be fine. She had a hunch that Cyril was the person he was looking for. She just didn't have any proof yet.
***
Again the sky that he did not recognize was visible. "Am I dead?" he asked quietly.
"Not! You are not dead!"
Cyril's eyes widened in shock. He jumped up and sat cross-legged immediately. However, in front of him he saw himself. He stared at the mirror that reflected his own reflection.
"Okay, right now you're thinking you're looking in the mirror, right?"
Cyril shifted his seat quickly. Inside he was cursing while asking why madness like this came to him. Cyril had absolutely no desire to meet a doppelgänger. It is said that meeting a doppelgänger is a sign of death.
"Your mind always says very bad! Exactly how did you live before?"
Cyril's brow furrowed at this. His brain then said, it's true I'm dead. When he became the son of his father and mother who were farmers, he also did not get success. Now when he replaces Cyril in the novel, he experiences the same thing again. His fate is indeed not good.
The doppelgänger stood up and stepped quite close to Cyril. He crouched down and put his hand on Cyril's chest. The doppelgänger's palm was strangely warm as life. So much information suddenly attacked his head violently.
"What you read will not happen Cyril. This time all that happened was your story. Everything changed when I died. You are no longer the villain in this story."
Cyril was out of breath from the headache he was having. However, he could digest a bit of what this doppelgänger was talking to him about.
"So, who's the villain?" asked Cyril.
Cyril's vision became increasingly blurry. Even the warmth of the hand on his chest was also fading away.
"Didn't you meet him already? Don't die this time!"