Location- Sky Blossom City, Healing Ray Hospital, Patient Ward no.16
On my way here to the hospital, I had gone through the info I got on the remaining three-party members of papa and mama Wyatt’s party. The info was not detailed; it only contained information on their personal life, not much was recorded about their professional life. But still if not for Elliott It would have taken me weeks or even months to find these people let alone get this information.
Chris Kane – Card Grandmaster, Silver Grimoire holder.
Amanda Kane – Card Grandmaster, Silver Grimoire holder.
Maya Kane – Card Grandmaster, Silver Grimoire holder.
Chris and Amanda are siblings while Maya is Chris’s beloved wife. All three of them were the genius among their peers and had achieved the card grandmaster level a decade ago. Since they could not upgrade their grimoire to golden grimoire all three of them were stuck at the initial stage of card grandmaster for a decade without any progress. They were the only party members of papa and mama Wyatt for the past 2 decades.
One could even say they were the trusted confidants of papa and mama Wyatt. Yet these people were never introduced to young Wyatt. What reason could warrant such secrecy? The most surprising thing was that this party barely received any missions from the Adventure guild association, just enough to maintain their status as an adventurer party.
But from young Wyatt’s memory, I know that papa and mama Wyatt left for missions twice or thrice a month. Considering that their party is not part of any adventure guild, their only source of mission should be the guild association but the log at the association shows that papa and mama Wyatt’s party just fulfilled the minimum number of missions every year to maintain their status as an adventurer party. So, where did their party get their other missions from? Just thinking of other possibilities my body shuddered as these other possibilities all involved illicit dealings. I had a hard time believing this as papa and mama Wyatt were honest to the government as good tax-paying citizens.
“Excuse me? How can I help you” A lady in her early twenties asked as we entered the patient ward 16 where the Kane’s were admitted. This lady was the second child and the only daughter of Chris and Maya Kane, Connie Kane. She seemed to be looking after her comatose-ed parents and aunt.
Before answering Connie I scanned the whole ward with my soul pupils for any possible covert eavesdropping or spying devices. Finding no such devices I introduced myself to her, “Hello, I am Dalton Wyatt and they are my colleagues Corey and Susan. My parents were the friends of your parents and auntie.”
“Oh! You are Uncle and Auntie Wyatt’s son. Come inside.” She welcomed us in and offered her condolence “Sorry for your loss. My parents and aunt wanted to visit their funeral but their wounds elevated suddenly, putting them into a coma.” It seems she knows about my parents and me, unlike me, she seems to know a lot.
The patient ward was spacious as only the three of Kane’s were occupying the ward meant for 4 patients. Looking at the arrangements It seems Connie was occupying one of the beds and was spending 24/7 in the hospital taking care of all three of them.
“Thank you, Does the hospital allow you to live here?”
“Officially no, but unofficially yes. As long as enough money is…” Connie was a talker, maybe because of spending most of her time in hospital alone taking care of comatose-ed family members. I just had to lead her and she would spill everything she knew.
Turns out Connie had to sell her silver grimoire to afford all the medical expenditures of her parents and aunt. Even though her elder brother is trying hard to amass money by working 4 different jobs a week it was nothing compared to the black hole hospital bills. Of not for the money from her selling get grimoire they would on streets right now.
Connie also did not know much about our parent’s professional life, she knew papa and mama Wyatt because before going into a coma her parents and aunt showed strong interest in attending their funeral. Seeing that Connie was another dead end, I diverted my attention to the three Kane’s and examined their conditions with my soul pupils.
What I saw in the bodies of Chris, Amanda and Maya caught me off guard, numerous black thread-like entities were festering on their soul pathway slowly consuming their soul energy, no wonder they went into a coma because all their soul energy was being fed to the parasitic entities and just enough was being fed to their bodies to stay alive and produce a continuous supply of soul energy for these parasitic entities.
“What did doctors say about uncle and aunties’ condition?” I asked Connie.
“They said that a type of parasitic energy is feeding on their soul energy and generating abnormal amounts of body heat. If not for the apparatus connected to them and regular visits from hospital healers they would die from burning from inside out.” Saying this Connie started to weep, I could understand her source of sadness but not her sadness as only the one suffering knows the pain.
Burning from Inside out, fuck that is cruelty beyond my imagination. All three of them were constantly suffering from unimaginable pain as the parasitic entities burned them constantly from inside. This made it seem that entering a coma was a blessing in disguise for them.
Seeing the condition of Chris, Amanda and Maya I knew how cruel their enemies were. And here I thought I was imaginative, whoever these fuckers were they freaking invented Bbq from inside out. I am not being inconsiderate of the suffering of the Kane family. Instead, I calmed down since I had a solution for their condition but it involved them losing their free will.
Right now the Kane trio were no better than being considered dead. Losing a little of their freedom meant nothing as long as they lived. This was the argument of my impulse but my morality opposed for obvious reasons.