Chapter 915 — Dragon and God
Blade of Dawn · Page 1 of 4
Inside the medical center belonging to the Tarrond Assembly.
Metsen lay obediently on the circular platform, a cluster of medical machines humming around her, several scanning probes sweeping slowly across her torso from above, while she herself narrowed her eyes and let these Omega-controlled devices bustle about her.
"This is the last examination," Noretta's voice came from beside her, carrying a trace of relief. "Once it's over, you can leave this place."
"Actually, I'm not in much of a hurry to leave now..." Metsen's lazy voice drifted up from the platform. "I'll tell you, once I learned the Assembly covers every expense here, I even thought about pitching a tent on this thing..."
Noretta gave her friend a look of contempt: "You can try—I guarantee the medical center's team will have you lying here for a full century, and by then you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
As she spoke, the last group of medical machines bustling around the platform suddenly let out a low hum in unison; then every scanning probe retracted into the slots above the platform, and Omega's broadcast announcing the completion of the medical examination rang through the room. Metsen at once shook her head, muttering as she pushed herself up: "Then forget it. I've no intention of being taken apart and then diagnosed with minor medical damage..."
Before the words had faded, a curtain of light enveloped Metsen from head to toe. As the light-screen slowly swelled, shrank, and writhed, the colossal blue dragon silhouette vanished bit by bit, a human body gradually taking shape within it. In less than a moment, Miss Blue Dragon had switched to her everyday human form. She flexed her joints slightly, and once she had confirmed her sense of balance, she stepped toward the edge of the platform.
Noretta came forward to meet her: "How do you feel? Any better?"
"Basically recovered—there's some lingering weakness and a bit of incoordination, but it'll pass soon enough once the parts inside me finish adapting to one another," Metsen said, exhaling softly. "Ah... my only regret now is listening to your sales pitch and swapping in a third auxiliary heart—it was scrapped before I'd even used it long, which proves those light-rings are completely useless..."
"Don't say that. I read your examination report—at least it was the last one to blow up," Noretta said with a faint smile. "The boost the light-rings give is closely tied to your mind-impulse. You have to believe first..."
Metsen waved a hand to cut her off before she could finish: "Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to hear another round of your theory that lighting equals performance—and besides, I have real business to attend to."
"Real business..." At her friend's last words, the urge to crack a few more jokes and lift her spirits was instantly replaced by gravity in Noretta. Her brow furrowed little by little, and her steps slowed. "You... you're going to seek an audience with our god now?"
Metsen smiled: "He said I could come to Him whenever I wished after I returned... That is no ordinary honor."
"Yes... an honor," Noretta repeated softly, her expression complicated. Then she raised her head and stared into her friend's eyes. "You still haven't said why you're going to seek an audience with the god of your own accord, or what you went through. You... what exactly did you encounter? Can you really not tell me?"
"Perhaps I can, but right now I don't dare," Metsen answered her gaze, and after a two-second pause shook her head gently. "Some things can only be confirmed once I have received an answer from the god—only then will I know whether I may speak of them. But you needn't worry—I'm fine. At least, I'm fine for now."
With that, she gave Noretta no chance to press further, but turned and strode toward the room's exit, leaving behind only one sentence: "I'm going up to the upper sanctuary. When I'm back, dinner's on me."
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