Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 92: Elixirs

"P-Princess...!"

Gregor’s voice was a rough scrape of disbelief. Thalia’s hand flew to her mouth.

Princess.

How long had it been since they’d seen her?

Not just since the poisoning, or the flight through snow. Since before the end of everything. Since she was the Saintess in the Vasiliev manor, a quiet figure they were sworn to protect, then tragically failed.

Since the world believed her disgraced, replaced, and then... gone.

And here she stood. Solid. Alive. In the heart of Dawnoro’s stronghold, arm-in-arm with the lord they thought they’d lost..

Piotr, in all honesty, was operating at a severe disadvantage. Gregor and Thalia had a history with the Princess. They had a shared past of service and silent guilt. They had a face to mourn, a presence to remember.

Piotr? He’d never met her before. In the course of these few days, Piotr was officially the most shocked person present. Which was frustrating, because he was also the only one who knew the full unbelievable context.

So, he knew, absolutely, that trying to explain it would make him sound completely insane.

Let’s walk through the testimony he couldn’t give.

Who would believe that the woman he’d encountered just days ago in this very fortress, the one standing coolly beside the Black Wolf King when he delivered Lord Anton’s final message, the woman Arkai Dawnoro had called his Luna... was the former mate of their own Prince Arzhen?

That was Step One into madness.

Who would believe that this same Princess wasn’t just miraculously alive, but was walking, talking, and scheming without a beating heart? That she was somehow bonded not just to one, but to three other legendary beasts, one of whom was the Black Wolf King currently giving them sanctuary?

That was Step Two off the cliff of reason.

And now, to try and articulate Step Three? He might as well start babbling about fairy dust and moonbeams.

They wouldn’t believe a fraction of the first two truths. How in the name of all the frozen hells was he supposed to convey the rest? That the other two mates woven into this impossible bond were none other than Eastiel Edengold, the Golden Lion King, and—he had to mentally steady himself—Oathran Alicei, a goddamn god, the fucking Dragon Lord himself?

It would be like him solemnly declaring he was the secret love-child of a celestial Baihu, raised in a hollow tree by spiteful forest fae. The statement wouldn’t even be met with laughter, but a long, concerned silence, followed by someone checking his temperature for fever.

Poor Prince Rinne...

Piotr had grown fond of the earnest little wolf in his time here. He tried to superimpose the boy’s normal life, training, reading, the weight of being Arkai’s heir, onto the reality Piotr now knew.

Imagining him waking up one day to find a living goddess as a new mother, a dragon god as a second father, and a lion king as a third... All because his father went out to a volcano and was saved by a resurrected saintess.

The boy’s family tree was undergoing a legendary-grade graft indeed. Piotr almost felt a pang of sympathy for the next generation’s future tutors in genealogy.

"How are your injuries?" Cecilia asked, her gaze sweeping over Gregor and Thalia. "I hope the elixir was enough to at least keep the pain at bay. Lord Oathran told me in that snow field that you’d be fine, but... I should’ve given you more. I had them."

"Princess, what are you saying?" Thalia blurted out, her voice thick with emotion. "We’re in full health because of you. The pain is gone."

Gregor nodded with complicated feelings, gratitude, shame, fierce loyalty, churning in his eyes. "Princess... we are so—"

"Alright, I’m leaving," Cecilia said abruptly, turning on her heel.

"Child, wait—" Anton’s hand shot out to stop her. He leveled a stern look at his flustered aides. "I’ve been apologizing to her for days. You two don’t need to add to the pile."

Gregor and Thalia froze, then fumbled between themselves.

"O—oh... yes. Yes, of course. Princess, please stay."

"The Lord must’ve apologized too much... for our part as well. We won’t. Yes, yes."

"How are you doing, Princess?"

"Princess, please, sit over here. We... we missed you a lot."

The night ended in warmth. Just a former father-in-law, his two most loyal guards, a wary messenger, and the woman they’d all cherished.

***

"Healing... Elixir...?"

Nikolas Delanivis repeated the words, skepticism carving lines into his brow. He stood in his father’s dimly-lit chamber, the air still smelling of medicine.

He scoffed. "What kind of back-alley nonsense are the minor lords peddling now? An elixir that ’enhances healing’ and ’helps any ailment’? That’s tavern-talk."

His aide shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, Lord Prince. But... do you remember the reports from Mount Saede? How strangely... quickly the survivors recovered? Their wounds closed faster. Their fevers broke overnight. It was noted as anomalous, even for were-kind resilience."

He remembered. The Dawnoros had distributed something. Their own scouts, mingling with the relief efforts, had described vials of a shimmering, opalescent liquid being handed out by Arkai’s most trusted wolves.

They’d been met with silence when asked for details. His father, Dorian, leading the ’rescue’ force, had tried to buy, bully, or beg for a sample and come up empty-handed. The source had been elusive.

Now, suddenly, it appeared in the marketplace?

"My Lord," the aide pressed, voice lowering as he glanced at the still figure of Dorian Delanivis in the bed across the room, pale as the sheets, caught in a healing coma that was stretching on too long.

"Our king’s condition... it’s stable, but it is not improving. The physicians are at a loss. Should we... explore every possibility? Even a rumor?"

Nikolas’s hand clenched into a fist at his side, knuckles bleaching white. How humiliating. Admitting that their own power, their own magic, was insufficient. That they might need to beg for scraps from a shadow.

But the sight of his father, the formidable Arctic Alpha of the North reduced to this in his own bed...

"Where," he ground out, the word brittle, "do they say one finds these miraculous vials?"

The aide’s discomfort deepened. "It’s... divided, sir. The rumors are inconsistent. Some say you must secure a personal recommendation from Lord Hettor of the Jaguar Tribe. Others whisper that Qinryc Lukas, the Prime Minister of Cassia, has his own private channel and can secure a limited supply for the ’right price’ or the ’right cause’."

Hettor. Qinryc Lukas.

Nikolas turned his head, his gaze sliding over to his father’s ashen face. It was irritating. This was the man’s legacy now? Lying helpless, forcing his son to chase phantom cures because he couldn’t even secure his own study?

Pathetic.

The attack hadn’t just wounded Dorian, it had punctured the myth of Delanivis invincibility. It had made them a laughingstock. A pack whose Alpha could be reached in his own den. Nikolas could almost hear the mocking whispers from the Vasiliev halls.

He had no choice. He needed his father awake. A comatose king was a void, and voids invited challengers. He needed Dorian conscious, if not strong, to legitimize the next move.

"Fine," Nikolas hissed. "Make discreet inquiries. Through the Lukas channel. We will not grovel to a jungle cat. And it stays discreet. If word of this reaches the Vasilievs..."

He didn’t finish the threat. He didn’t need to. The aide bowed deeply and scurried from the room.

Nikolas turned back to the window, staring out at the frozen expanse of his family’s territory. The path was set. Acquire the elixir. Wake the king. Then, with the house’s strength momentarily shored up, he would find a way to reignite the war with the Vasilievs.

Somehow.

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. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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