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Chapter 1102: No Need
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Black Fang stood motionless in the middle of the clearing with her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the treeline. She looked as though she were searching for curiosities in the depths of the forest. It was clear to both Kitsara and Quinlan that her mind was elsewhere, detached, as if having one disciple buried beneath the earth, another half-dead on her shoulder, and a third poisoned unconscious at Quinlan’s feet was of no concern to her.
She didn’t even blink.
Quinlan finally broke the silence.
"I’ll call for my healer ally, Lady Black Fang," he said at long last.
With a thought, Seraphiel was teleported to their side, and the moment she saw who was standing across from them, her face went ashen.
Quinlan had naturally informed the elven woman of what to expect on this side of the gate, but that didn’t make her life much easier. Accepting the fact that Black Fang was in their home was easier said than done.
Wordlessly, Black Fang shifted at last, lowering the limp Raika from her shoulder. Seraphiel instantly began, deciding to just focus on her craft instead of the newest development of her life that has been getting crazier and crazier ever since she met the man who cruelly stole her heart.
Seeing the healing light hit Raika, Quinlan turned back to Black Fang. "Lady Black Fang, can you wait a few moments for Solace to heal you? If not, I can call my other healer too. She’s drained, but with the two of them-"
His eyes moved over her body. She was bleeding heavily, her wounds still raw and ugly despite Aurora’s potion. Even the greatest potions couldn’t replace the spells of a healer in the face of serious, life-threatening wounds. At best, they just slowed the inevitable.
Seeing her wounds, Quinlan realized that she couldn’t afford to wait. He was already about to summon Liora when the woman finally spoke.
"No need."
Her words rang across the clearing.
Black Fang lifted her right hand with the slow, composed elegance Quinlan came to know her for. Her fingers curled into a delicate gesture, and at once, dark violet light bloomed at her feet.
A ripple of mana spread outward.
"[Ouroboros: Cursed Fate]."
From the glowing sigil at her feet, a slender serpent materialized with scales of black and purple. It was small compared to the serpents Quinlan’d seen her summon back in Lionheart, yet every instinct screamed danger as it raised its head.
The serpent slithered forward, brushing against her ankle. Slowly, sinuously, it climbed.
Over her calves.
Her thighs.
Curling around her waist like a belt.
Coiling up across her chest, pressing against her breasts as it wound its way higher.
None of the girls dared to breathe.
Finally, it reached her face. Black Fang tilted her head to the side with the slightest of movements, exposing the pale skin of her throat. Without a moment’s hesitation, the serpent widened its jaw and sank its fangs into her flesh. ŖАℕꝊᛒЕS
The response was immediate.
Her entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning. Her veins darkened beneath her skin, purple and black lines racing outward. Blood gushed from her wounds all at once, spraying onto the dirt in a grotesque flood.
But she never flinched.
Her face remained utterly devoid of emotion, eyes forward, posture flawless.
Kitsara and Seraphiel could only watch in horror as her skin discolored violently and copious amounts of blood began leaving her system. Her purple eyes blazed brighter than ever, becoming two burning amethysts.
The poison ravaged her, tore through her, and yet, she stood.
And when the torrent of blood finally slowed, when the serpent uncoiled and dissolved into black smoke, something impossible occurred.
Her wounds began to seal. Slowly at first, then faster, and faster. Quinlan watched with immense curiosity as flesh knit together, broken skin smoothed, and torn muscle weaved itself whole again.
It was a truly breathtaking sight to behold. The mesmerizing purple lights, Black Fang’s refusal to react to the pain, and the effects of the magic itself were simply far too unique.
Within moments, the blood on her body and clothes was the only evidence she had been hurt at all. She stood tall, pristine, as though the battle, the poison, and the bleeding had never touched her.
Black Fang tilted her head to the sky and took a deep breath of the fresh forest air.
"So beautiful..." Kitsara murmured under her breath, having found herself just as mesmerized by the mysterious woman and her magic as Quinlan. "But, Lady Black Fang, can I ask why you used the potion instead of casting the spell sooner?"
Having filled her lungs with fresh, dewy air, she lowered her head and began observing Seraphiel working her magic on Raika. "Curiosity."
"..."
Her lack of communication skills—or rather a lack of desire to use them—was still in effect, Quinlan noted tiredly. As for what curiosity meant, he could only reason that she was curious about how Aurora was as an alchemist. Black Fang was clearly quite knowledgeable about various poisons; maybe she gained a lot of insight into her skills just by tasting them.
Moving on... the last thing Quinlan wanted was to invite Black Fang deeper into his home. Not with a certain nine-tailed fox slumbering somewhere there. No, this meeting was already enough of a storm. Bringing it into his walls would be courting disaster.
So, he stayed where they were.
Quinlan crouched, his expression softening as he carefully slid his arms beneath Vex’s unconscious form. She was far too light, he noted. Lifting her gently, he pressed a tender kiss against her cheek, lingering for a moment longer than he intended.
Then, he shaped the earth beneath them, pulling stone and root into neat form until sturdy seats emerged from the ground.
"Would you be so kind as to take a seat, Lady Black Fang?" Quinlan asked with respect in his tone.
She said nothing in response, but her violet eyes traveled down to the newly formed stone seat. She didn’t lean closer or tilt her head—her posture remained perfectly still—but Quinlan caught the way her lashes lingered on the smooth lines and edges of the construct. A quiet curiosity, hidden beneath layers of composure.
Then, with her usual grace, Black Fang lowered herself onto the seat. No wasted motion, no rustle of clothing out of place. But to Quinlan, it was clear. This was the first time she’d seen his elemental magic used in such a calm, unthreatening way. And though her face betrayed nothing, he knew she was studying it.
’I didn’t know this monster could behave kinda cute...’ he chuckled inwardly.
Lowering himself opposite her, he sat with Vex draped securely across his lap. One hand rested lightly on her stomach while the other brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. Kitsara slid onto the seat beside him, folding her legs up against her chest, eyes darting warily between Black Fang and the unconscious woman Quinlan held.
Even for her chaotic brain, the situation was far too weird.
And just like this, a fragile, tense calm settled over the small gathering.
At least, that was the case until Quinlan asked the single most important question on his mind:
"Who attacked you, Lady Black Fang?"