Chapter 2083

Having examined Fenric's condition, the mystic master remained entirely composed. "Sir Fenric has indeed fallen prey to malignant forces," he said, "but there is no cause for alarm. Have him drink this potion, and his affliction shall pass." As he spoke, he drew a talisman from his robes and handed it to the servant. Elysia harbored no doubt toward the mystic master her husband had summoned. Still, her gaze lingered on the talisman, a trace of unease crossing her features. "But, Master," she said hesitantly, "my son can keep down neither food nor water—anything he takes, he brings back up. I fear he may not be able to swallow even this. Is there no other remedy?" The man addressed as Master showed no change in expression, his calm unwavering. "This potion is unlike ordinary brews. Have him drink it. That is all." Moved by the certainty in his tone, Elysia found herself daring to hope. At once, she ordered the potion to be served. Just as the servant was about to bring it to Fen