Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 619: The Ancient Curse (Cecillia’s Point Of Views)

King Theodore helped me to meet one of my dying rabbits. I could feel its soft fur wet with blood. It felt like something was choking my throat when I felt an arrow still stuck in that tiny body. They didn’t even pull out the arrow and let the rabbit die in pain.

"Your Majesty, can’t my rabbit be saved?"

"Cecil, its condition is too critical. If you want another rabbit friend, I can give you more rabbits. You have to let go of that one."

Ah... perhaps King Theodore also thought the rabbit was only a hunting animal, like all the soldiers in the training grounds. I could tell from the tone of his voice that the king was feeling guilty, but it was all covered up because we were in the palace grounds where many people were looking at him.

As he once told me, in front of a large audience, he would turn cold. I felt irritated. I had been irritated many times, but it was now on a different level. Until finally someone touched my shoulder, and I immediately took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Sorry, Cecil. I really didn’t mean to irritate you, but I guess even in this condition, it would be too late to call an animal doctor."

"It’s okay, Your Majesty. I understand."

I pulled the arrow from the tiny body of the rabbit, but King Theodore stopped me.

"Don’t touch the arrow, you will get hurt!"

However, it was too late, because the arrow stuck deep. I also had to touch the tip so that it could come out completely. I winced as I felt something sharp on the palm of my hand.

"Shit! Cecil, your hand is injured."

I grimaced in pain as King Theodore pulled my hand. Then, a cloth wrapped around my hand, and I was pulled to stand up. Something jumped in my lap, and I could hear the people around me gasping in shock. I didn’t know what had happened, but I could still feel the stinging pain in my palm.

"Cecil, what’s that?"

I didn’t understand. Did King Theodore forget that I couldn’t see?

"Yes? But, what do you mean by what? I do not really understand."

"A moment."

King Theodore let go of my hand. I heard the man’s order to catch the rabbit. Did any of my other rabbits escape from the cage? I must find it soon. I didn’t want to lose any more friends. There were several people running around, and in an instant a man approached with heavy breath. Perhaps he had managed to catch another of my rabbits that ran away?

"What the hell?"

I frowned in confusion because King Theodore was swearing so loudly.

"Cecil, come with me."

I didn’t even have time to ask to bury my rabbit, but King Theodore just pulled me away. I tried to remember which way the man was taking me. Then, I heard loud footsteps. It meant we might have entered the main palace where King Theodore resided.

I got the feeling King Theodore was turning left, which meant we would most likely be visiting his study. I gasped when he scolded the maid and ordered her to quickly get warm water and bring a doctor to check on my hand.

I sat on a soft couch. It was red with gold thread, and right in front of me should be a never-ending fireplace. It was my memory that I recalled when I could still see.

Then, a man’s voice entered my ears. It seemed the man was the doctor who would treat my hand. I just sat quietly and occasionally held back my tears as the doctor cleaned the wound on my palm more roughly. The doctor said my wound wasn’t too deep, and after giving me two small stitches, the man bandaged it so that no more blood would come out of my hand.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps joining me in the study. From the sound of his footsteps, he seemed to be a palace guard. I couldn’t hear clearly what they were talking about. And after my hand was treated, King Theodore ordered everyone in the room to leave except for me. Even when Queen Alicia announced her presence, he refused to let her enter the room.

The man held my other hand that wasn’t injured.

"Cecil?" he called me very softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Do you... have anything you didn’t know before?"

Something I didn’t know before? What an odd question. I answered honestly when I said that I didn’t understand what the man meant.

A long sigh could be heard.

"Do... you... have some sort of healing power?" he asked hesitantly.

Healing power? I didn’t think I had ever had such power. I couldn’t heal anything. Even my hand was still hurting.

"I don’t think so, Your Majesty."

"Is that true?"

"Why do you ask like that? I really don’t understand."

"Um... something strange happened earlier when we went to see your rabbit getting shot by an arrow from one of the soldiers in training."

"Something strange like what?"

"So... when you pulled out the arrow, a second later, the dying rabbit in your lap immediately got up and jumped like it wasn’t hurt at all. And just now, I ordered a guard to check if there were any wounds on its body, but after checking it thoroughly, there was not a single visible wound on its body."

Huh? That was very strange. How could this happen? I didn’t feel like doing anything at all.

"Can I try something?"

"What?"

"Sorry."

I didn’t understand what the man wanted me to do until I winced when something sharp could be felt at the tip of my index finger. My finger touched something wet and had a long line. It was like a fresh wound, but I didn’t know whose wound it was.

"Oh, shit."

There was the sound of a table falling backwards. Then, King Theodore burst into laughter, making me even more confused.

"You-Your Majesty.... Is everything alright?"

The man was exclaiming like someone who was thrilled, but I didn’t understand what made him excited. Until finally, he stopped laughing and went back to touching my index finger, which was still throbbing with the pain earlier.

"Cecil, your blood... your blood can heal wounds! This is great! You... you... are amazing."

"My blood? Please speak clearly, Your Majesty. I don’t understand."

King Theodore then explained about him who deliberately made a cut on his palm and dripped some blood from the tip of my forefinger that he had made. In an instant, the long wound he had just made disappeared as if he had never been injured before.

"Please do not tell lies, Your Majesty. I’m sure I don’t have any power. Per-perhaps... what you see and feel is wrong!"

I still denied the fact that I could heal someone with my blood. But, why couldn’t the wounds on my own body be healed? King Theodore asked the same thing. He asked if he could try one more time. I, who was also still curious, agreed on his idea, and in the second experiment, it was the same. There was no wound left on King Theodore’s palm while my injured index finger still hurt.

Then, I remembered the words of the mysterious man who said that I had power. Was this what the man meant?

King Theodore then cleaned my wound and treated the wound he had made. He said that this matter should be kept secret so that no one would take advantage of it carelessly. I just nodded, following whatever the man said.

After giving a small bandage on the tip of my index finger, King Theodore called a maid to escort me back to my room because he still had many things to do.

Ever since I found out that there was something about my body that made me special... I felt more lonely than before. Even when I tried to find some fresh air, King Theodore forbade me from going alone without a guard and made sure that I always returned to my room safely.

It had been two weeks since I was forbidden to talk to Queen Alicia. I already discussed this with King Theodore, but the man said this was all for my safety so no one could take advantage of me. I already said that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it, but it seemed King Theodore didn’t really listen to my words.

Maybe if I could still see, I would have ventured out of my room, but I couldn’t see now, so I have quite a bit of fear of going out of my room.

Until one cold night, King Theodore visited my room to ask for help.

"Cecil, sorry if I woke you up."

"What’s wrong, Your Majesty? You sound sick?"

"Fuck... looks like someone poisoned both of my guards, and I fell and... and hurt my hand."

"Good grief!"

"Cecil, I don’t intend to do this at all... but... my wound has to get healed soon..., I-I—hah.."

"I understand. Please don’t talk much. You are in pain."

I received the small dagger given to me by King Theodore, and without thinking, I sliced my hand.

"I don’t know where your wound is. Please do it yourself..."

"Thank you, Cecil... I... I know I can rely on you..."

I smiled at being able to help King Theodore as my friend today.

"We are friends. It’s only natural to help each other."