The Fredericks family head sighed as he gazed at his son, his heart heavy with the pain he had witnessed firsthand. "Fine, we are also willing to risk it all," he finally agreed, his love for his son overpowering any lingering doubts.
Cyan fought back a laugh at the sight of their preparations, as if he were sending them to face the guillotine. He coughed to disguise his amusement, assuring them, "You don't have to worry. I swear on my soul that the potion is genuine and won't harm you."
The oath provided them with a sense of reassurance, as they knew that no pharmacist would lightly swear on their soul. The soul held great importance within their culture. Cyan motioned toward the box and instructed them to each take a potion. The room held its breath as the two family members opened the vials, and a surge of vitality filled the air. The bystanders standing beside them felt refreshed, caught up in the hopeful atmosphere.
Without wasting any time, the Fredericks and Blackston family members consumed the potion. Moments passed as everyone, including Cyan, anxiously observed them. Though he believed in the efficacy of his prescription, Cyan couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. This was the first time he had tested his potion on people from the Federation, and their response would be a testament to the similarities between the Moon World and the Federation.
Gasps filled the room as the shadowy sheen covering their bodies slowly began to fade, and the ulcers on their skin began to heal rapidly. Their weakened expressions shifted, replaced by a resurgence of vitality and relief.
"Dad, I have never felt better. The pain that always tormented my soul has subsided," exclaimed Nathaniel Fredericks, his eyes welling up with tears of joy. When he thought all hope was lost, someone had offered him the chance to be cured.
"Big brother, what about you?" The Blackston family head's voice was filled with anxiety and hope. Henry Blackston appeared calmer than Nathaniel, but the emotions in his eyes couldn't be concealed. No one wanted to die.
"I feel as if I could run a lap around this black market without breaking a sweat. My body is healing, regaining lost vitality. And this might be a blessing in disguise. After the full treatment, I think there's a chance for a breakthrough," Henry replied, his words evoking another round of gasps of surprise. Henry Blackston, late Adept master level in martial arts, recognized the value of every breakthrough in his training.
"Son, is this true?" the Fredericks family head asked, unable to contain his excitement.
"I don't feel like I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, but I have noticed an increase in my accumulation. It feels more compact," Nathaniel answered, his voice filled with certainty. Nathaniel is at the novice level in martial arts.
"Good, very good! Ha! My son didn't suffer in vain," William Fredericks exclaimed, his joy palpable. The room erupted with a mixture of relief, gratitude, and newfound hope. The families had taken a leap of faith, and it seemed to have paid off.
Cyan cleared his throat to grab their attention. "There's still one more course of treatment. You all need to come back here at the same time tomorrow to receive the final potion," he instructed, satisfied with the success of the first stage of his plan.
The family heads stared at Cyan in awe and gratitude, a newfound respect shining in their eyes. They understood the immense significance of this life-saving act and were eager to express their gratitude, even as the treatment continued.
"We are deeply grateful for this life-saving grace, sir. If there is anything we can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask," Henry Blackston said sincerely. He was not merely flattering Cyan; he genuinely meant what he said. Even if the Federation eventually obtained the cure, there was no guarantee they would be among the recipients. They had already spent a significant portion of their fortune to be included in the treatment plan.
"I concur, sir. We are more than willing to carry out any orders you may have," William Fredericks added. They saw the benefits of aligning themselves with a grandmaster pharmacist, and they wouldn't miss out on this opportunity. They all believe Cyan can only be at the Grandmaster level to come up with a cure for Shadow veil disease.
Cyan nodded appreciatively. "I do have one request. Once you are fully healed, I want the world to know that you have been cured of this disease. However, my primary target is the commander. How you choose to go about it is up to you; I won't interfere."
As the family heads exchanged glances, they recognized that this was also an opportunity to gain favor with the Charleston family. It was a win-win situation for them, with no drawbacks if they handled it well.
"I will provide you with a new room number that only you will know. You can pass it on to the commander," Cyan explained.
"Yes, sir. We will carry out the task with optimal efficiency," Henry replied confidently. They understood that their success in this mission would only further their own benefits. They had every intention of fulfilling Cyan's request promptly and effectively.
With the arrangements made, Cyan bid the families head farewell and left the room, his mind already focused on the next steps of his plan. The journey towards both personal redemption and saving countless lives lay ahead.