Thrown Into A New World: Let The Punishment Begin!

Chapter 529 - The Little Ball Of Fluff

When Prince Draco returned to his room, the Butler disclosed that a physician was on stand-by and was waiting to take a look at him.

Not wanting to worry the old man anymore, Draco nodded in acceptance, allowing the physician to enter his room.

The physician checked the young prince\'s body thoroughly to ensure that he had not suffered in the cold weather for the last three days.

At the end of this check-up, the physician had a look of surprise on his face as he stared at Draco unblinkingly.

"The Prince seems to be completely healthy." He revealed his diagnosis.

The Butler heaved a sigh of relief at these words as he had been worried that his Master might have been affected or ill after three days out in the cold.

"Thank you, Sir." He expressed his gratitude then paid attention to everything that the physician had said to ensure that he was able to take better care of his Master.

Once the physician had said everything that needed to be done, he glanced at the young boy seated on the bed one last time before walking out.

\'He… seems… completely fine.\' He recalled what he had diagnosed as he stepped out of the room.

Even for men who were born in Roschester, it was close to impossible to be able to survive in a blizzard for three whole days without any damage being done to their bodies.

But here was a young boy who was not even born in their fief yet he had absolutely no signs of any harm done to his body due to the severe cold.

Not to mention that when the boy was found, he was only wearing a simple attire with no coat to shield him from the cold.

Therefore, no matter how the physician looked at it, he found that this result was nothing but miraculous.

\'Mother Roschester favors the Prince too much.\' He ended his thoughts after coming to this conclusion.

This made him impressed with the Young Prince and he awaited the time when he could serve him as his loyal citizen.

Back inside his room, Draco sent the Butler away in order to get some rest.

Laying on the soft bed, he stared at the ceiling as his mind wandered to what he had experienced after entering the innermost portion of the cave he had been tossed into.

However, before he could mull over it in great detail, he heard the sounds of movement coming from his side.

Glancing in its direction, the young prince found the ball of fluff with pale blue eyes looking right at him.

He had placed the creature on the floor but now it was on the bed, next to him which made him shake his head.

The creature did not bother with his reaction but blinked its eyes while staring right at him.

\'You did not have to use your brother\'s name to suppress them.\' The stiff voice echoed in his mind, belonging to the creature who had accompanied him on his return journey.

The prince was quick to grasp that the creature was talking about the \'conversation\' he had back in the Parlor with the men of this fief.

\'Revealing my identity would have a greater effect on them.\' The creature scoffed but its appearance made it look adorable as its head bob after the scoff.

Draco chuckled but it was a wry one as he shook his head.

\'They do not have to know about this.\' He answered, rejecting the suggestion he had just received.

\'This isn\'t the right time.\' He added, which was true as the creature had nodded in response.

\'You are too weak after all.\' Another sneer was heard which made Draco raise his brow in amusement for being scorned by this big ball of fluff.

Once the sneering words came to an end, a whimper filled the room as Draco had ruthlessly raised his hand and flicked the creature\'s head.

\'Do not disrespect your etched.\' He reminded his identity to the creature who was his fated etcher.

As though it had realized its mistake, the etcher bowed its head in apology and sighed.

\'But it is the undeniable truth that you are still too weak.\' The etcher repeated, watching his Master\'s hands vigilantly as it was ready to dodge in case it got flicked once again.

However, this time, Draco did not attack his big-mouthed etcher but nodded with him.

If it wasn\'t for his weak abilities, his etcher would not have become this way and would have retained its original form.

Sighing hard at this thought, the young prince clenched his fists.

\'I will work harder so that you can transform back to your original appearance.\' He promised while rubbing the soft fur on the head of his etcher.

In reply, the little ball of fur nodded while yawning, a result of the gentle massage it was receiving.

Draco continued moving his hands until the creature fell asleep next to him on the bed and only then did he stop.

Looking down at the ball of fluff huddled into a circle, he returned to staring at the ceiling with numerous thoughts swirling around in his head.

Exhaustion for what he had experienced was catching up to him now as he laid on the soft bed, back in the comfort and luxury that he had been used to all his life as a Prince of this Kingdom.

However, just before his eyes could seal shut, he raised his right hand in the air, taking a proper look at those fingers of his.

The image he saw now was nowhere close to what he had seen inside that cave.

The swollen and bright red fingers due to the frostbite had now completely healed.

There was no hardened flesh, no blistering to be found, and neither was there any discomfort or pain in those fingers which he was sure to have been affected by frostbite.

His body had almost frozen due to the cold but all that changed when he entered the innermost portion of the cave.

He met his etcher there and was also healed completely to such an extent that even the physician had been surprised to see that there was nothing wrong with his body.

No one knew of the suffering he had faced after being swept away by the whirlwind and thanks to what had taken place in that cave, they never would.

With a smile on his face, Prince Draco dropped his hand by his side and finally fell into a deep slumber.

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Back in the parlor, Sevenz sat in the same position as he sipped hot tea to soothe his chilled body.

The fireplace was loaded with fresh firewood and the entire room was filled with the heat emanating from it.

The men from earlier who had the \'conversation\' with Prince Draco all left the room once the young boy had walked out so right now, he was the only one inside this vast parlor.

"How long do you plan on hiding your presence?" Sevenz whispered as he set the teacup back on the table.

He had been lost in his thoughts about the occurrences of these past few days but this did not mean that he wasn\'t aware of his surroundings.

After hearing his words, two figures entered the room after opening the window and jumping in through it.

"Close the window!" He yelled, shuddering at the cold breeze that entered the room after them.

Looking at the figures following his instructions, Sevenz was already aware of who they were so he wasn\'t too suspicious nor was he curious to know their identities.

However, the figures were shocked to see that this man was devoid of any expressions of shock or surprise after seeing them and had even ordered them around.

The two who had entered the room were none other than Horace and Sigma.

After making sure that their Master was fast asleep, they had just arrived outside the window when the servant had brought in hot tea for Sevenz Oca.

Yet their presence had been revealed by the same man who had detected them with ease.

This shocked them and their suspicions were visible on their faces.

They knew who Sevenz was and also were aware of his etcher, Tutu, but they could not understand how he had been able to sense their presence so quickly.

After all, they were elites among the Black Shadow knights of this Kingdom and their skills and power were much higher than the rest of their peers.

"Just because you haven\'t met someone stronger doesn\'t mean that they do not exist." Sevenz\'s lazy voice filled the room which had only been engulfed by the sounds of the crackling fire until now.