
I sat in a chair by the window. Looking at the scenery outside, my gaze was fixed on the old executioner with his daughter, Guinevere who was doing their routine.
For now, I have updated the information to the latest chapter. I'm glad to know Arthur's okay. Simultaneously, I was still angry with him for forcing me to eat all the demon hearts.
But I have to admit, the old executioner is an interesting character. I only realized after reading the author's notes in previous chapters, he was a demon specialist doctor who used to go down to the battlefield—— Commander Ogyruan.
He is a good and experienced doctor. The only thing I didn't like about him was that his way of saving his patients was too extreme.
From the diagnosis, I ate too much of the heart of the devil that my body was now in an unstable state. At times, I could lose control if I lost my body and the heart of the demons.
Being the owner of the heart of the demons is not easy. The process takes time so that the heart and body are perfectly fused. In order to help him, mister Ogyruan gave me a potion called the Order.
Can be likened, the Order is a concoction of drugs without a definite prescription. Depending on the condition and disorders experienced by the patient, the recipe of the herb can change at any time. However, this does not mean that the Order has no regulations in making it.
'The name of the devil is a reflection of themselves. When you know his name, it means they accept you and you manage to hold them.'
One had to clearly know the demons they were eating and their names and classes to create a compatible Order. I shouldn't have accepted the Order he injected me with yesterday because I ate the devil blind pig.
It's a fortune that one of the demons in my body has a match for the Order he gave me.
'Only the first time, I saw a stupid human eating 5 demon hearts in a short period of time. You're gambling with your life doing that crazy thing.'
Mr. Ogyruan scolded me for hours yesterday. I feel unfairly treated. The mastermind behind everything in the first place wasn't me. If only Arthur wasn't the protagonist, I might have burst out of anger.
5 Demons in this body; one of them is a high-level demon, 3 of them are low-grade with the rest being middle-class demons.
Just like demons, the Order also has 7 levels divided into 3 classes. Orders 7, 5, and 6 were potent low-class Orders for weak-class demons.
Orders 4 and 3 are categorized into middle class. The doctors usually prescribe this for demons who have mid to high level fighting abilities. It can also be used to neutralize the body of a low-grade demon so that the heart turns into an ordinary heart.
Orders 2 and 1 were top-class Orders made from rare materials. Used in dealing with dangerous high-class demons. Not many doctors dare to prescribe this Order because it is dangerous for the owner of the body. Most of them instantly died instantly after consuming it due to the rejection of the body and the devils that were eaten.
And that of course will not necessarily help the heart of the devil receive the Order instantly.
You must wear a 'mask' so that the heart of the devil can respond to the Order. In order to work well, everyone needs a suitable environment.
In a sense one must understand and wear a mask of the personality and characteristics of the demons they eat. That way, the heart will recognize the eater as the owner of their body.
The exception in your case, you better take control of that demon heart slowly. The upper class demons in your body are asleep. Within 2 months, I want you to master the heart of the demon that exists while I search for a recipe for a new Order.
Well, I guess I really messed it up. I hope I can get back one day. He is a unique author character.
GECK, TOK, TOK..
I opened a quarter of my room. Looking at Guinevere up ahead, I greeted him briefly before asking for his needs here.
"I came to get you a letter from your friend" he replied, giving me a letter. "He asked you to write him a reply when you woke up"
The tip of my lips twitched once I heard the word friend emerge from his lips. I'm not a friend or anything other than a one-day companion. Why did he call me his friend?
I folded the letter into my pants pocket as soon as I got it in my hand. Not wanting to read it, I already knew what he was writing inside through the blue screen. Plus, I'm still upset with him. Especially after knowing he underestimated me secretly.
"Thank you. I will consider replying to him," I said, holding the doorknob. Preparing to close it, my hand was stopped by Guinevere who had yet to leave his place.
"Is there something wrong?"
Guinevere shook his head quickly. "I want to talk to you. Can I come in for a second?"
I frowned at me. Looking back, I checked my slightly messy room. Anyway, I don't want to room with the girl I just met yesterday.
".. Let's just talk downstairs. I can't let you into a sick man's room"