Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 230: Healing Spirit
Mr. Crow clenched his beak, muttering curses nonstop. Guilt gnawed at him viciously. She was suffering now, and it was his fault for wasting time on words.
He shot toward the door in a blur of black feathers.
"Lucy!" His voice rang with panic. "Help, quickly!"
By now, Lucy and Mr. Crow’s relationship had improved considerably.
The old misunderstandings had faded like distant shadows. When Lucy saw the panic etched onto his usually composed face, she did not waste a second and followed him inside.
The moment her hand touched Lana’s forehead, her expression changed. "She’s burning up."
Without hesitation, Lucy called for the other maids. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, voices overlapping with urgency, and soon a doctor was summoned.
After examining Lana, the doctor straightened up, his tone calm yet firm.
"She has overused her energy. Severe exhaustion triggered the fever. She needs at least a day of complete rest. Three days would be ideal."
Lucian nodded silently, his eyes lingering on Lana’s pale face, now damp with sweat. A grim expression crossed her features.
’She pushed herself too far... again.’
The doctor left shortly after, and Mr. Crow dismissed the maids one by one. Once the room grew quiet, an uneasy stillness settled in the air.
Mr. Crow stood beside the bed, subconsciously alert. His sharp gaze snapped toward Lucian, wary and guarded. Lucian ignored him entirely and sat beside Lana, letting out a tired sigh.
’I never thought my words would hurt her this much,’ Lucian thought bitterly, his chest aching.
Just as Lucian lifted his hand, intending to touch Lana’s fingers, a dark blur shot between them.
Mr. Crow planted himself firmly in front of the bed, staring at Lucian with clear caution in his eyes.
Lucian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I know I made a mistake. I won’t trouble her anymore."
Mr. Crow merely glared, his silence sharp and hostile. Envy burned quietly in his heart. Lucian was human, and worse, he was someone Lana liked.
’He doesn’t deserve her,’ Mr. Crow thought coldly. ’Not even a little.’
Lucian ignored him. His gaze softened as it settled on Lana’s sleeping face. The next second, he snapped his fingers.
A warm golden light bloomed in the air.
A small figure appeared, floating gently. It had a round body, chubby little arms and legs, and radiated a soothing glow. If not for the tense atmosphere, Mr. Crow was certain Lana would have adored it.
Lucian spoke calmly, and without waiting, the golden figure drifted toward Lana.
Both Lucian and Mr. Crow felt it at the same time, a foreboding chill creeping up their spines.
Sure enough, the golden figure, or rather, the healing spirit, floated closer... straight toward Lana’s lips.
Before it could touch her, Mr. Crow flashed forward, blocking its path and attacking it head-on.
"That’s enough!" rage exploded within him. ’How dare this spirit? How dare it try to kiss her right in front of me?’
The thought alone made his feathers stand on end.
’Do they think I’m dead? Or that they can bully her just because she’s unconscious? We haven’t even...’
His thoughts cut off as fury overwhelmed him.
The healing spirit screeched angrily, completely ignoring Lucian’s urgent commands to stop.
It shoved Mr. Crow aside repeatedly, acting as though he were an obstacle between it and its god. Again and again, it tried to reach Lana.
Lucian’s expression darkened. He snapped his fingers sharply. "Return."
The spirit ignored him.
It continued attacking Mr. Crow irrationally, desperation written into every glowing movement, as if becoming one with Lana was its only purpose.
Mr. Crow was baffled even as he fought back.
’Spirits are proud beings. They despise humans, touching them, associating with them. Only the purest hearts can even draw their attention.’
Spirit summoners were rare for that very reason. Even those who managed to summon spirits could hardly command them.
If Lucian could order them, then his talent was undeniably exceptional.
So why... ’Why do they all want to kiss Lana?’
It was infuriating. The urge to beat every last one of them surged violently through Mr. Crow’s veins.
’How dare they try to snatch away my treasure. My master.’
Finally, Lucian forcefully pulled the healing spirit back. With another snap of his fingers, the spirit was dragged into the contracted space, its glow vanishing instantly.
Lucian massaged his temples, exhaustion evident on his face.
Mr. Crow glared at him, his eyes clearly saying, This is your fault. His posture screamed a warning: summon another spirit, and I will deal with you myself.
Lucian rolled his eyes. "I honestly don’t know why they’re behaving like that."
Mr. Crow remained silent, while Lucian stayed behind.
Even when evening fell and the dim glow of the lamps cast long shadows across the room, he did not leave Lana’s side.
Other than stepping out once to use the bathroom, he remained seated there, silent and unmoving, his presence steady like an anchor.
Mr. Crow noticed everything.
At some point, he finally understood what Lana might have seen in Lucian.
The quiet patience, the way his gaze never drifted far from her face, the restraint in every movement. Still, Mr. Crow felt no pity for him at all. Not even a shred.
’Serves you right,’ he thought coldly. ’Because of you, my master suffered like this.’
His sharp eyes swept over Lana’s resting figure, and his chest tightened. Her cheeks looked thinner, her frame more fragile than before.
’She lost weight again,’ he realized grimly. ’Why doesn’t she gain weight even when she eats properly?’
The thought distressed him more than he cared to admit. It gnawed at him, a helpless frustration settling deep in his chest.
When morning finally came, pale sunlight seeped through the curtains. Lana stirred.
Her lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, confusion clouding her expression as she took in her surroundings. The room felt unfamiliar for a brief second, the air cool against her skin.
Then her blue eyes shifted.
They collided straight into Lucian’s equally blue gaze.
Lana froze for a heartbeat.
