"Don't worry, I'll fix you up right away." Her eyes glinted with a golden hue.

Most probably, she's going to use a skill or magic spell.

And you know what? Just go right ahead.

I'm not even surprised anymore, to be honest. From the beginning to the end, the whole fiasco has always been out of my hands.

I was under the impression that Lecia had gone to meet her father because she wanted to offer herself in return for making him leave us alone, but no, her true intentions were to end that wanker's life.

Then, instead of talking things out with me like a mature adult, she just straight up attacked and killed me.

After that, when I was expecting her to hide my corpse to dodge responsibility, she instead decided to resurrect me.

Then I thought that she would use some kind of magic spell or skill, but no, she decided to perform- out of all things- fucking CPR on me.

And now, she's trying to use some fantasy means to recover my health or some shit.

So yea, just go ahead and do whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a fuck anymore.

I just want to be done with this so that I can go back to my room and sleep to wipe out that horrible memory.

Goddamnit.

Lecia closed her eyes and her palms started glowing with that same golden light.

"Huff, huff." I continued to take deep breaths and kept my eyes darting around.

Why am I even working so hard to act? So that she doesn't suspect me?

And what the fuck can she do about it? Kill me again?

⟦⟦Keep dreaming.⟧⟧

[Why not? She choked me to death once. Who's to say she won't do it again?]

⟦⟦The only person she wanted to kill was her father. What happened earlier happened because she saw him in you.⟧⟧

Just as I expected.

[Alright, so to make her kill me for real, I have to use an illusion spell to make her take me as her father.]

I could even tap into her memories and recreate her most traumatic experience for her.

That will give her a justification to kill me so she won't hesitate to end my pathetic life.

⟦⟦That's wasn't what I was implying, but sure, go ahead. Also, you need therapy.⟧⟧

[And where will I find a therapist for the First Being?]

Because for the therapy to be successful, I would have to reveal to them my origins. And let's just say, I don't want to go back to a mental institution.

⟦⟦I'm willing to try, for the cheap cost of one entertaining event a day.⟧⟧

[You? You are the type of man who'd ask me to do a backflip off a cliff.]

⟦⟦Haha, I can't deny that.⟧⟧

While I was having this useless conversation-

⟦⟦Hey, it's not that useless!⟧⟧ He exclaimed.

[Okay.]

While I was having this 'slightly' useless conversation with the faggot in my head, Lecia proceeded to do her thing, whatever that thing was.

Hmm, what exactly is she trying to do now?

"Guh!" She suddenly groaned.

Hmm?

Yo, what the fuck are you doing, Lecia?

Why is there blood flowing out of your mouth?

Oh my fucking God, don't tell me that she's trying to exchange some of her life for mine.

But why? Have I not been brought back to life already?

I can't have that.

"Kheok.., gah!" She continued groaning as another stream of blood fell down her mouth.

She was wincing in I what I assumed to be pain, and her body was trembling fiercely.

Hmm, but I don't feel any movement of life force. The only thing entering my body is Mana, and it's trying to heal my body (or so I felt from the connection between my body and my soul; it's impossible to truly know).

Okay, let's see. There is no lifeforce involved, and the Mana isn't moving erratically either. If we ignore her condition, she's only casting a simple healing spell.

Assuming she's not sacrificing herself, she could be using an Innate Healing Skill which injures her body in return for healing someone.

Given the amount of damage she's receiving, going by the System's laws, it should be a skill which can heal all types of injuries and wounds, but at the cost of the user.

This ensures that this skill cannot be abused so as to maintain a balance, because without that penalty. in the hands of the skilled practitioner, it can be incredibly overpowered.

Good grief, no wonder Azell wanted her. He sure has some good eyes.

⟦⟦He's just using his previous turn's knowledge.⟧⟧

[There's that too.]

"Euhuk!" She coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, the light show ended and so did the Mana that was trying to heal my body.

Except that there was nothing in my body to heal.

"Haa… haa… It's… done" She panted as her body swayed.

Then she fell to the ground, unconscious.

Well, this sure is awkward.

⟦⟦Well… that was quite the epic prank. I laughed for about 0.5 seconds.⟧⟧

[Give me a second so that I make a cut on my arm.]

⟦⟦Why though?⟧⟧

[Why should you restrict yourself to metaphorically rub salt in my wounds? Go ahead and do it in real life.]

I swear to God I'm so done with this motherfucker.

⟦⟦Sounds tempting, but sadism isn't one of my hobbies, so I'll pass.⟧⟧

Wow.

Anyway, time to take a look at this dumbass aka Lecia.

⟦⟦Why don't you use that skill?⟧⟧

[Which one- ah. Are you talking about 'Eye of Truth'?]

⟦⟦Yup.⟧⟧

Huh, I actually forgot about it because, you know, it's fucking useless. It just shows me the name and titles of those I use it on.

And since I'm well-versed in the art of striking up a conversation with people (because I'm not a little bitch), that skill is basically useless.

It would have been different if it could give me a description of the titles as well, but I guess that's too much for the 'EyE oF tRuTH'.

Anyway, let's try healing magic on her first.

Hmmm… nope, her body is just rejecting my Mana. That makes sense, I guess, otherwise it would allow the user to spam that skill as long as they had a skilled healer by their side.

I checked her breathing and pulse, and they were relatively normal so I guess there's no need for a motherfucking CPR.

Anyway, let's take her to the bed for now and treat her using non-fantasy means.

Good grief, what has my life come to?

❄️❄️❄️

After about an hour or so, Lecia finally woke up.

"Morning, sleeping princess."

Now time to discuss today's events.