“You still have one more patient left to see, Master Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098.” I heard the familiar words rang in my ears.
I looked around and saw Sister Roselyn along with Aurora beside me. And in our front was the beautiful yet cold mien of the city lord.
“Greetings, City Lord!” Sister Roselyn was the first one to react and properly treated the newcomer with profound respect.
“I know why you’ve come, city lord.” I did not put out my cool cap this time to cover my baldness but instead let a bloody mane sprout over my head for everyone to see.
“Oh… Tell me, Shaman. Why am I here?” the city lord asked after I grew a long scarlet hair which draped over my shoulders and down unto my back.
“The curses ran rampant on the 15th.” I responded that brought an upsurge of heat in my body
