147: 21 Promise Me

21 Promise Me

Manolo’s POV

I've never yelled out of control like that before.

My heart almost stopped when I saw Sibyl put the petal in her mouth.

I still remember what my grandfather said to me: “The Immortal Flower has great power. It is the most precious herb of the witches. Although it can clean up many strong poisons, it is also poisonous in itself. If a person does not have special blood or is not strong enough, even licking a flower petal will kill him.”

Is Nuri so important to Sibyl? She would even like to trade her life for Nuri's.

I gave up my manners and grabbed her hand. “Are you crazy?”

Sibyl is calm. She smiled at me, not afraid of the coming death.

I was frantically rummaging through my suitcase, trying to find a way to save Sibyl.

The precious herbs and potions I collected fell to the ground, but I was not in the mood to care about them. I was getting desperate. Even though I am the offspring of the ancient mermaid, with more than ordinary wisdom and super-ability, I cannot save the people I care about most.

As far as I can remember, Sibyl's skin would immediately start to freeze, and then she would lose touch and language, and gradually become an ice sculpture.

“Sibyl, are you cold?” I held her hands, trying to convey my body temperature to her.

“I'm fine.” Sibyl didn't feel uncomfortable.

I waited a little longer with some trepidation, and Sibyl was as healthy as ever.

I looked at Nuri in bed. He looked much better after eating the petal. His brows were no longer furrowed, and cold sweat had disappeared from his forehead.

This petal is valid, so why didn't Sibyl die?

I set my eyes on her. All the feelings were rushing down my throat, and I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound.

I feel like I don't know her. No, she doesn't even know herself.

“Who the hell are you?” I couldn't resist asking.

Sibyl, too, looked at me quizzically, as if I had spoken some strange language.

A cough.

Nuri opened his eyes.

“Let go of my wife's hand.” His voice was weaker than usual, but still commanding.

I held Mrs. Rodriguez's hand like this, which was really against the rules.

Sibyl looked at Nuri in surprise and ran to him.

My hands were still in the same position, and I could still feel her warmth. A sense of loss flashed through my mind, but I quickly adjusted my emotions.

I examined Nuri. “The toxins in your blood are almost gone. You need to rest for the next few days. Don't be tired or angry.”

“Thank you. You all go to rest, I want to be quiet.” Nuri's mood was bad.

We prepared to leave together.

“Sibyl stays.”

I paused for a second, then left their bedroom with the others.

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Nuri’s POV

Silence returned to the room.

My wife, Sibyl, helped me sit on the bed and put a pillow on my back.

I looked at her beautiful face. This is the same face I saw in my vision.

I remembered the poison needle that had been stabbed in my chest.

I will point my weapon at my enemies and expose my softest parts to those closest to me.

I held Sibyl in my arms.

“What's wrong?” Sibyl smiled and patted me on the back.

“Don't move,” I said, burying my head in her chest, feeling her scent and warmth.

She listened to me and let me hold her.

I told myself. Sibyl in the fantasy is just an illusion created by vampire bats. The real Sibyl would never hurt me.

“I'm worried about you.” Sibyl's voice was concerned, “You know what? When I saw the blood on you, I could hardly stand up in fear. You are my support. If you fall, I cannot face life alone. Promise me you won't get hurt again.”

I snickered. “As a knight, I shed a lot of blood on the battlefield. The wound is a knight's medal.”

“Don't get hurt again,” Sibyl said with a cry in her voice.

I let go of the hand holding her and lifted her chin with one hand.

Her eyes were full of tears, like a clear spring.

I wiped her tears with my other hand. “Don't cry. I promised you I would come back alive. I kept my word.”

“You liar. If it weren't for the petal of the immortal flower, you'd be in heaven right now.”

“The immortal flower petal? That cold thing you fed me with your mouth?”

“How did you know I was feeding you with my mouth?” Sibyl's voice trailed off.

I like to see her shy. “I was in a coma, but I felt the taste of your lips, so I swallowed it.”

“You can't scare me like that anymore. My heart is too weak for the bad news. Promise me you won't get hurt again.”

“I Promise.”

I remember when I was little. Every time my father came back from the war, my brother and I would cheer around him, and my mother would cry and say to him, “Promise me you won't get hurt again.”

I didn't understand why my mother was crying instead of cheering for my father's victory. Now I know. Because, in a wife's eyes, a husband's safety is more important than his honor.

“I've got the Dragon Scale.” I took out the Golden Dragon Scale from the most secret pocket of my coat.

Sibyl carefully took it and placed it in a basin of water that had already been prepared.

“What did you put in the water?” I smelled something special.

“Volcanic ash and alum.”

I didn't speak and looked at my wife. When the Dragon Scale was soaked in water laced with volcanic ash and alum, she took out flint, lit a piece of paper with a strange spell on it, and threw it into the water. 2

Something amazing happened.

The dragon scales floated up from the water. It sparkles and is surrounded by red flames.

It grows smaller and smaller, and eventually becomes something like a jewel.

Sibyl reached for it.

“Be careful,” I shouted.

I tried to rush to her side to stop her from being burned by the fire, but my body was too weak and my movements were stopped by the pain.

Sibyl had put her hand into the fire and said a spell I didn't understand.

She grabbed the Dragon Scale. The fire disappeared, and the Dragon Scale turned into a tiny red crystal.

“This is real,” Sibyl said happily. “See, this is the crystal of its energy. You can embed it in your Vulcan Bow, and your power will grow stronger.”

I shook my head and put the crystal into her hand. “I don't need to be stronger. I want you to be safe. Make it into a necklace. It will help me protect you.”

Sibyl happily kissed me on the cheek.

In the eyes of a husband, the safety of his wife trumps all glory and power.

“You know, Sibyl? I saw a vision of my father and brother in the valley of darkness. I saw them fight to the death on the battlefield.”

Sibyl's mouth was pursed into a line as if she had done something wrong and didn't dare look me in the eye.

I touched her head. “I saw the most painful thing in my life: The death of my father, my brother, and my mother.

“I'm sorry...”

“You don't have to apologize. I also saw our wedding. Our wedding was the only thing that made me happy.”

Sibyl looked at me and then looked away.

This topic is heavy for all of us.

“Sibyl, on the next anniversary of their death, you and I will go to the family cemetery together. Your name is no longer Sibyl Campbell, but Sibyl Rodriguez. My mother would love to meet you.”

Sibyl threw herself into my arms, and she said, “Yes.”

After a while, she said, “Thank you.”

I knew she was crying again.

According to the rules, I should take her to visit my parents' grave at our wedding. But I hated the royal family and the Campbell Princess, so I left that part out.

Sibyl never mentioned it either.

Traditionally, brides who have not visited their husbands' family cemeteries are not recognized. Grandma had warned me, but I still couldn't convince myself.

Now I understand.

I think my parents will also like my wife because she is such a gentle and kind-hearted woman.

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