Lucy’s POV
“Young miss, why was magic used to cloud your real identity? You are not human—you are a supernatural.”
“What—?”
Kenneth and I looked at each other, utterly puzzled. I let out a light chuckle despite my hoarse voice. Had I been in better shape, I might have burst into laughter—no disrespect—but this man sounded absolutely ridiculous.
I stared into his eyes, hoping to find some hint that he was joking. But there was no humor in his expression—just a stern, unwavering seriousness. I frowned and turned to Kenneth, confused. Who even is this man? A doctor or something?
As if sensing my confusion, Kenneth gently squeezed my hand. “Oh, forgive my rudeness, my princess. This is Mr. Victor Lot—the healer and prophet. He’s been tending to you for the past three days.”
“Three days?”
