"Hmm… Ah, please don't look so threatening. The moment I leave this room, my memory of its contents will be erased," the trader said calmly.
Damien hoped the trader wouldn't forget that he'd purchased these people.
He picked up the tray and approached the younger brothers who are lying motionless on the floor.
…This didn't look good.
All four were breathing faintly but still alive, barely.
"Ely! Do you know any recovery magic?" Damien called out desperately.
"Unfortunately, while there's magic to heal injuries or illness, there's none to cure exhaustion," Elyon replied.
That sounded familiar—he remembered hearing the same when dealing with Theo.
There was no other choice. Water would have to do for now. Damien gently lifted the smallest brother's upper body and brought the cup to his lips.
"Can you drink? Hey, it's water. Water," Damien said softly.
The boy didn't respond, not even when Damien lightly patted his cheeks.
