CHAPTER 4: SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME SAVE THE CINNAMON ROLL, DAMNIT!
When I was fully dressed, it occurred to me that I felt a lot better. Maybe unlocking that…mental box, or whatever, was all I needed to heal myself as well. I tested my limbs and found that I was only mildly sore. My eyes still wouldn’t open; they were weighed down by some strange magical force.
“Ressa, was there any healing magic in that bath?”
“Ah, yes there was! But it was only a little. Your body may have used it to start the healing before taking over.”
“How do you know?”
“Monsters can sense Souls. Yours in particular is different than any I’ve seen before. It’s more proof that you are not from this world.”
I chuckled, my throat completely healed with everything else. “Well, I guess that’s not your first bit of proof. You saw it with your own eyes.”
“Yes, I did.” She practically cooed. “Now then,