Zark was surprised at the combat that happened before his eyes.
Although the combat was relatively short, it was full of action.
Watching as Frey extended one of his hands to Nyos, they both approached walking; From Zark's point of view, it was surprising that Nyos was able to stand up, though without much thought, he attributed all of this to his new reality.
"In a world of magic and fantasy everything is possible" was his thought.
As he watched as Nyos stumbled closer, another thought arose in his mind.
"What should I do now?"
He should gather clues, although it was not clear to him how this world worked, for the moment Zark was simply an ignorant traveler. He had to exercise caution and gather information very carefully.
"But how should I do it… ..?"
Zark's lonely words echoed through the air.
When Frey and Nyos were far enough apart, Zark uttered "truly exciting… the two of them… did really well."
Hearing Zark's admiring words, the two combatants grinned from ear to ear, though it was impossible to discern Frey's expression due to his helmet.
“Thank you for your praise from him Lord Zark. It's been a long time since he took such a great beating! " was Nyos ironic response before wiping the sweat (and blood) on his face, however by doing so they sweated even more, it seemed that he was trying very hard to resist the pain of his broken ribs.
Without saying anything, Zark approached, extended one of his hands and activated "[Heal Critical Wounds]" was a level 4 healing spell.
From Zark's hand emerged a golden colored magic circle that he possessed in front of other smaller magic circles, the light that emanated from Zark strengthened Nyos's body and in a short time he healed all his wounds.
Nyos looked at his hand as he opened and closed it, then checked his chest to confirm his broken bones; as he expected, he was no longer in pain and his bones had healed.
Lowering his head from him, he thanked his lord "thank you very much"
Zark waved his hand to downplay his action "No problem, I think it is the duty of the Lord to help his subordinates" after thinking for a few moments, he addressed him to Frey "do you require healing?"
"I'd appreciate it," Frey said as he touched the back of the neck.
Performing the same procedure, he also cured Frey; but he wasn't done yet.
As a Dungeon Master, he knew that the mechanics of hunger, thirst and sleep existed, given the opportunity, he decided to try another spell.
"[Conjure: Wanderer's Flask]" Made of a transparent glass-like material, the summoned flask was filled with fresh water. Due to the ice water, innumerable drops of water gathered on the surface of the jar, that with one hand, with the other "[Creation: glass cups]" emerging from nowhere, two beautiful glass cups emerged.
He took two beautiful cups, filled them with water, and offered them "For you," Zark said as he handed over the crystal cups.
"Huh? It is very kind of you…."
"It is unexpected ..."
In an attempt to clear the doubts, Zark decided not to give them importance "don't worry, one of my skills is to create common magic items for a short period of time" Seeing Nyos waving his hands constantly and Frey shaking his head continuously, Zark smiled .
"This is nothing. You have done very well and this is my way of thanking you. "
"Keil won't hit us?" asked Nyos
"No way"
"... and won't he give us a lecture on good manners either?" was Frey's restlessness
"do not worry"
Nyos without refusing more, took the cup with one hand and drank it in one go. Spilling drops of water that slid down his throat and continued until they disappeared on his chest.
On the other hand Frey did not drink the water, mainly because he was lazy to take off his helmet, he looked at the glass cup with the water and simply threw it on his head, when the water came into contact with his body, it produced a slight hiss of water evaporating.
As he watched them drink the water, Zark's hand touched his own neck.
His body so far did not feel thirsty and did not even feel sleepy. Although it was obvious that an undead does not feel those things, the realization that he was no longer human made him reflect on his current situation.
The sense of touch felt duller compared to that of a human. It seemed that he was touching something with a cloth placed in the middle. On the other hand, whether it was his auditory or visual senses, it seemed that they had become sharper.
And even despite being so different from how he was in his home world, he had a strange feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment. It seemed to him that this was how his body should be. Maybe this was why he didn't panic when his body changed.
"They want more?" Zark held up the Drifter's Flask and asked if they wanted to drink more.
“Uh- Thanks! I've had enough!"
"Is that so? So how about your Frey? "
"I'm fine, I'm not thirsty."
Nodding in response, Zark picked up the two cups and dispelled the magic that had created them.
Suddenly a voice was heard.
"They seem to be having fun, could I join in?"
The one who spoke was a young girl, and the way she spoke was quite mature and polite.
"My lord, my only ruler, whom I love, who saved me when I was just a little baby, my dear father"
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