Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2083

Having examined Fenric's condition, the mystic master remained entirely composed.

"Sir Fenric has indeed fallen prey to malignant forces," he said, "but there is no cause for alarm. Have him drink this potion, and his affliction shall pass."

As he spoke, he drew a talisman from his robes and handed it to the servant.

Elysia harbored no doubt toward the mystic master her husband had summoned. Still, her gaze lingered on the talisman, a trace of unease crossing her features.

"But, Master," she said hesitantly, "my son can keep down neither food nor water—anything he takes, he brings back up. I fear he may not be able to swallow even this. Is there no other remedy?"

The man addressed as Master showed no change in expression, his calm unwavering.

"This potion is unlike ordinary brews. Have him drink it. That is all."

Moved by the certainty in his tone, Elysia found herself daring to hope. At once, she ordered the potion to be served.

Just as the servant was about to bring it to Fenric, the mystic master raised a hand, halting them. He began to trace a pattern in the air with practiced fingers, murmuring words.

Then, with a single motion, he pointed to the cup—and before their eyes, the water, once mottled, turned crystal clear.

The mystic master instructed, "Now, take it to him."

Seeing it with their own eyes, both Elysia and Maeric felt their doubts about the mystic master's abilities swiftly melting away.

With renewed confidence, they ordered the potion brought to Fenric immediately.

Fenric hesitated at first, but when he tested a sip and realized the water no longer reeked or tasted foul, he changed his mind.

Without further thought, he grabbed the bowl and drank it in large, desperate gulps.

A servant nearby beamed. "Sir Fenric has drunk all of it without throwing up!"

The room was instantly filled with relieved smiles. Even Fenric couldn't help showing a flicker of hope.

Perhaps they had spoken too soon because just a moment later, a wave of nausea surged up, all too familiar. His face paled, and clutching the edge of the bed, he suddenly doubled over and vomited it all.

The servant's smile froze mid-cheer. "Sir Fenric… has vomited again."