Broken Sword's
Ch. 37: Persuading

The last pill refining flew out of the furnace. Catching the golden-colored pill, Fang who was mentally exhausted was relieved.

These pills take a long time to be successfully extracted. Smelling the smell, faint fragrance mint piercing panca olfactory.

Hesitating for a moment, Fang ate the pill. Seconds pass. Touching a part of the body, not feeling pain or pain. Just now relieved, Fang who had calmed down instead slammed onto the ground. His brain is very sick. The burning sensation made Fang's face red to the neck. Fang's teeth repeatedly hit each other, the sound of teeth grinding as an excuse not to bite the tongue.

Fang's body spasms continuously. His eyes rolled upwards revealing only white. For a moment, the sound of tears on Fang's clothes. Apparently the pain moved to the chest.

The red spray appears like freckles. Fang's nails scratched the skin. Unable to endure the continuous pain, Fang smacked his own head into a fainting spell.

***

Baramun who had yet to leave saw there was a faint movement on Fang's fingers. Walking closer, on the closed eyelids, Fang's eyeballs moved around as if it wanted to get up.

Wanna wake up now?!

"Call the doctor here!" Tell Baramun to the waiter near there.

***

Opening his eyes abruptly, Fang's originally dark bead turned gray. In the middle of the pupil a purple color similar to aurora is formed and lives.

Fang sat down from lying down. Holding his head, as if he had forgotten many things.

Holding the heart, the void emptiness made Fang uncomfortable. What's missing?

Meditation conducted. Fang examined his perfectly formed divine roots. A satisfied smile was imprinted on his tyrannical face.

The color charm of his divine root was not similar to the one his body had once had. His divine roots are now transcendental.

Not knowing what kind of divine root he was getting right now, Fang knew this was stronger than the divine root of any talented person he had ever met!

He, he would probably become an invincible human being!

His footsteps were also very light. Walking touching the boundary wall of dream dimension, cracks arise and disintegrate. Fang floated in a vacuum. Hovering around and walking in the air, he was finally able to get up.

***

The summoned doctor is an Elf who insists on staying and not going with the two human doctors who were kidnapped on Kuro's previous orders.

Touching pulse. The Elf Doctor frowned, the surge was too strong.

"Is there a problem?" Baramun asked worriedly.

Kuro's beloved sword flew up and chose its master today! This sword didn't hurt the kid, did it?

The Elf Doctor did not respond. Keep reading Fang's pulse spike during the time of one incense stick.

"Why so long?" Not content to be ignored, Baramun continued to urge.

Doctor Elf unleashed. Pulling clothes to cover Fang's exposed arms. "I'm still.." I don't know what's wrong.

The last five words did not come out. Fang, who was still in a coma, had half moved by holding two hands as a body objection.

"I'm hungry." He said slowly and went back to sleep.

Baramun.

The Elf Doctor who had regained the loss of ignorance began to wonder if it was necessary to go back to the medical academy to repeat his studies? He twice did not manage to analyze Fang's illness!

***

The waiter brought a new food tray. Fang, who was fed porridge for the past three years, wanted to return the food rations he had not eaten during his coma.

Putting down the empty bowl, Fang gave a blink. This isn't his house. Gana would not buy slaves to work in their homes.

Subjecting his eyes, Fang who was focused on eating the new bowl cried while chewing his food.

Baramun who heard Fang's sobbing didn't know what to do. Stretching out his hand and pulling it, the demon general went awry.

"My parents, when did they leave?" Fang who had already arranged his emotions asked.

The maids who cleaned the tables worked quickly and left one by one from Fang's room environment.

"Your mother died half a year after you fell into a coma. Malaria happened in the village next door and your mother contracted."

Next Baramun had trouble saying. Gana's death was a sacrifice. The man stubbornly protected Fang's body from the flames. The pillar that hit his body was as if it was just a light blow as long as Fang was not injured at all.

Fang who thought he had calmly clenched a hand. A firm grip on the knee does not reduce the pain in the heart. His lips were drawn straight. A sad glint at Fang's gray-eyed manit made it even harder for Baramun to explain.

"Continue." Fang's voice shook.

"Your father died in a great fire in your house. The fire on the stove is not completely dead, the wind carrying sparks burning the kitchen of the house and seeping everywhere."

Baramun took a breath to relieve his chest. "Your father works in the fields. Hearing the cries of fire from the direction of the house, he ran quickly and fearlessly into the house that was completely on fire."

Fang's body trembled. He couldn't continue. "Enough!"

Baramun paid no heed, the demon kept talking. "When I went in to catch up, your father's body fell on the pillar of the house. If I slide, everything will collapse. Your father hugged you tight. Don't let you get hurt."

"DON'T CONTINUE." Shouted Fang emotionally.

"He saw me coming. No sound came out of his mouth. Ash and smoke are damaging your father's vocal cords. Gana got you out of her arms..."

Fang who could not bear to hit Baramun. His hand strangled Baramun's violent neck. "KUBILANG ENOUGH!"

Baramun grabbed Fang's hand. Slightly loosening him is still stubborn. "His eyes beckoned to me. Protect you."

Fang's hysteria. His shout echoed loudly until it sounded to the important meeting hall that Kuro and some officials were holding.

Fang's cry broke out. Fang hit Fang's chest. "You shit! I told you to be quiet. I told you not to continue!"

Fang's punch wasn't light. Baramun knew some of his ribs were cracked. The waiter who heard the noise inside looked for the bodyguard and separated Fang from the top of Baramun's body.

"You guys go." Baramun. The sad crying Fang had never seen Baramun.

The Devil did not cry but watching Fang made Baramun want to cry as well. Memories of the kind-hearted Aira. The hardworking ones keep passing.

Baramun felt a pain in his eyes.

Attracting Fang who continued to cry with his pills, Baramun the ruthless general today cultivated a sense of empathy that only humans and the Elves had.

Lightly pat Fang's back which shook. Fang's cry grew increasingly raucous, Baramun was not smart to persuade.

"Is my father sad when my mother leaves?"

Fang's voice was slow. Like a whisper if Baramun's ears were insensitive.

"Yes." Yeah."

Fang's eyes were getting watery. "My father must hate me. Because I'm in a coma, my mom's sick"

Baramun. "No. Gana doesn't hate you."

"Marial is a plague. Anyone can get hit."