"Alright, that would be enough."
Everyone in the room sighed in relief. Renee had just finished healing the Little Prince and it took more than an hour. She had to be delicate in healing each and every part since it had been spread.
A maid passed her a cloth to wipe her sweat as well as a glass of water. Renee thanked and drank the water in one gulp. When the royal physician and the others approached her to ask about the Little Prince's condition, they were in tears of joy when they received the green light.
"The Little Prince will be alright. I have healed most of the infected part."
Their celebration wasn't only about the young prince getting better but from the threat they received from the emperor. They either live from saving Noah or die from saving.
Renee was in her working chamber looking for a way to create a new tonic until she received a message from Rosetta. She, of course, rushed to save the Little Prince. If she was a minute late it would have been too late.
