Ahio was fed by Jarvas. "Looks like I forgot something..." Ahio's forehead furrowed as she tried to remember. Eyebrows dipped.
"Darius is being treated by Fathur. You have to calm down, Darius is in the right hands." Lian spoke and immediately reminded Ahio about this forgotten thing.
"But he was seriously injured..."
"And you want to add to the list of sick people?" Jarvas asked, he was calm. Very quieting, even speaking in a flat tone, in line with pouting lips.
Ahio shook her head, silently praying for Acier's safety. Due to her inability to collaborate, Acier was seriously injured. The rotten devil is really tough.
Ahio drank water. Tukh. The sound of Lian putting a first aid box for an accident.
"Whether you're conscious or not. You're covered in scratches. I'll treat you."
Ahio nodded. Lian opened a box, out a Betadine medicine, bandages, wound ointment, scissors, cotton bud, sodium chloride, a hand sanitizer, and hansaplast.
"Ow!" Ahio grimaced.
Lian looked at Jarvas flatly. "What are you looking at? You get out. I'll take off Ahio's clothes so it's easier to treat the wound. You are forbidden to look."
Jarvas snorted.
"Please take The Plates of food to the kitchen as well," continued Lian before Jarvas left.
"Yes, Princess."
"Thank you, Prince."
Ahio was lost, dazedly caught between strange people and absurd conversations.
***
"How is Darius condition?"
Fathur came out of the room and took off a special surgical rubber glove. Ahio felt great worry. The angel of death hurriedly asked. "Darius isn't dead, right?"
"A typical Indonesian question." Fathur groaned. He put his hands on his hips. "Know the limits of your strength, Ahio. It's very troublesome to fight to save people's lives."
Ahio cried, tears dripping. She grabbed Fathur's collar. "Is he safe or not?"
Fathur's mouth moved to say something. "Please say he's safe!"
Lian hit the top of Ahio's head.
"Let him talk, idiot." Lian babbled.
"I'm older than you."
"You're in fantasizing."
"I'm serious, you cannot hit me on the head. I'm actually 23 years old. You will get karma."
Lian was stunned. Almost forgetting their purpose of approaching Fathur to check on Acier's condition. "Are you serious...?"
Ahio shrugged her shoulders, showing a haughty senior expression. Ahio's habit of acting when she is at the top tends to show charisma and authority.
"Eh, but I'm not hungry for respect. Just respect me because I'm older than you."
Lian was flat, a cross-section appeared on her forehead because she was annoyed.
"Darius is critical. His heart is barely beating."
Ahio stared. She looked down with a deep frown overthinking everything negative about Acier. The angel of death feels guilty.
"Can I visit him?"
"I want to take you. There are also a few things I want to test."
"Don't make them guinea pigs, Fathur. Especially within the scope of Zebua's power." Lian said firmly, sweat began to appear on her temples. That girl was worried about Acier.
Lian turned around. "Remember not to let Darius die!"
Zebua's only child walked away. From then on the Zebua family mansion became a multi-purpose place. Turning into a hospital suddenly is not impossible.
***
"Introduce Ell, he's a shaman from America."
Ell nodded to Lian. As usual, Lian was blunt about seeing something, she paid attention to a shaman from top to bottom.
"How old are you?"
Ell smiled faintly. "26 years."
Lian frowned. "Okay, please cooperate, Mr. Ell."
The shaman nodded. He followed Lian as Miss Zebua's job was to guide him around the house.
"Your mother's condition is gradually improving."
"Yeah, I just talked to Mom."
"Where is the shaman who treated your mother?"
"He's sick, you can't talk to him."
"Okay."
Drytalk like that wasn't the type of communication Lian liked. Since Ell was a foreigner, Lian didn't mind this. Their communication patterns should be like that for irregular times.
Ell went ahead of Lian, seeing Ahio eating an apple, Lian followed.
"You must be the angel of death. Shanaz?"
Ahio turned his head. "Yeah, can I help you?"
"My name is Ell. I am reinforcement to ward off the demon Lucifer."
Lian sat beside Ahio. Take one round, unpeeled apple. "He's a shaman from America."
"Wow, your Indonesian is good!" (Speaking in Indonesian. This story has only been converted into English)
Ell chuckled. "I heard that you and your mission companion were injured. Can you tell me the ability of the demon you fought?"
Ahio explained important details and received a full attention response. Ahio was happy that her explanation was well received.
"A rotten demon hasn't been eradicated yet. Fathur told me that shadow ghosts, genderuwo, and female ghosts with leaky heads will still come out. Fathur is a shaman who specializes in healing and curse spells." Ell was silent for a moment. "Want to lock the ghosts so they can't be summoned again?"
"They can be summoned by the demon Lucifer." Ahio nodded her head. Index finger on chin. "Please wait until I'm healthy. If possible, I want to go on a mission."
Ahio's eyes narrowed. She looked down slightly. "I'm timid and could be a burden. But I might be able to help a little."
"You will help a lot," Ell said firmly.
On the other hand, Lian joins in. "Do Acier's heart is getting better?"
Ahio's sigh was quite loud. "Yeah, Fathur is a great shaman. He's smart so Acier's heart already is beating normally."
"But Acier has to rest longer from his previous injury." Ahio continued, she wasn't finished yet.
"Okay. We'll set a schedule mission."
Ahio nodded and an agreement was reached.
***
For two days in a row Ahio practiced. She exercises more diligently to maintain stable stamina. In the past, in another dimensional world, since he was 20 years old, Ahio was told to run, she was panting. The angel of death is not strong.
"Even though when I was in my teens I was quite strong in hot weather and my body's endurance for heavy work was quite good."
Ahio pondered.
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