Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty
Chapter 103: sleep-deprived man

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: sleep-deprived man

Cassian asked in a gentle voice. Now he felt more comfortable, so he could finally think clearly, and it seemed his mind was slowly coming out of the haze of that damn void.

"Amm, me?" the old man said while turning the herbs and fiddling with his small bag—a bag that Cassian had not even noticed earlier.

"Yeah, you? Weren’t you the one who saved me?" Cassian pressed on with eager eyes.

"Hah! Young man, you really know how to joke! I am just an old healer. Where would I get the power to save a knight?"

"It’s the master of this place who rescued you and your companion."

"Master? Companion?" Cassian’s eyes suddenly widened as memories from the last day came crashing into his mind.

How could he forget about his companions? They were all seriously injured, and here he was, living in complete oblivion.

"What kind of leader am I? That void completely messed with my brain and rendered me helpless."

"I have to go and see them! They are all injured; they must be waiting for me!" he said hurriedly and walked towards the gate, trying to pull the door open, but it did not budge. He was suddenly yanked from behind, and the old man dragged him back to the bed.

"Young man! You are still injured, and it’s best not to strain yourself. Your companions are in far better condition than you. They have already awakened. Soon, you can meet them."

The old man dumped all the information on Cassian at once and pushed him toward the bed. Cassian was grateful to him but embarrassed at being pushed by an old man.

The old man had surprisingly great strength to drag and manhandle a young man like him.

"Old man, don’t you think you are too domineering for your age?" Cassian said through gritted teeth, his ears turning red with shame.

Damn! How could he, a knight of such high power, be dragged and pushed onto the bed like a little girl by an old man? Where would he put his face in the future if someone found out about this?

"Haha! These old bones still work very well to this day. Don’t test this old man’s patience. Lie down on the bed obediently and remove your pants."

"What? Old man, what are you talking about?" Cassian shrieked in pure horror. Were his ears deceiving him, or was the old man really serious? Asking him to remove his pants? What kind of situation had he landed himself in?

"Now, do it!" the old man said while tugging at his pants.

"No! Keep your dirty paws off me! Old man, you pervert!"

"Huh! What haven’t I seen? I was the one who was taking care of you for the past days."

"What?"

"Yeah! Now do it quickly. My medicine will lose its potency if it keeps waiting. You have a deep wound on your thigh that needs constant treatment."

Now Cassian suddenly remembered he had been deeply injured on the thigh by that monster. His face flushed even more. What had he been thinking? The old man probably had good intentions, but here he was, doubting him.

Cassian clenched his eyes in frustration and let the old man apply medicine to his thigh.

It was not the first time he had undressed in front of others. Being injured and treated was a common thing in his years as a knight. But now, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and he had a feeling the old man was deliberately teasing him.

"Now it’s done. If you want, you can go down and meet your companions; everyone is in the downstairs hall," the old man said, patting his thigh and starting to pack his things.

Cassian hurriedly covered his muscular legs with a blanket. "Hmm, I will come down in a bit."

"Thank you," he hesitantly added. He did not know what the old man’s intentions were, but the fact that he and his master had saved him and his companions was already worth his gratitude, and he could not allow himself not to say even a thank you.

"It’s alright! I am just doing my job. Save your thank you for the master of this place; he will appreciate it more," the old man said with a wink and hurriedly left the room, afraid that Cassian would start asking him more questions.

Cassian’s face was livid with shame and anger. Why did the old man’s words sound so wrong? And what was with that wink? How could an old man behave like that? He was really flabbergasted by the old man’s behavior.

At one moment, the old man’s care seemed genuine, but the next, his actions seemed to be hinting and teasing him about something.

"Damn! Has he really become paranoid? He had never doubted himself in the past years, but now he could not even see behind an old man’s actions."

Huh! Cassian fell on the soft bed with a thud and closed his eyes to calm his chaotic mind. Letting aside all these thoughts, first, he had to see his friends and check their condition. Were the old man’s words true or not?

He hurriedly walked towards the washroom to clean himself and become presentable. Who knows, maybe he would encounter the master of this place. He had to show his sincerity to him.

The room had an attached bathroom to the side, where all the necessities were kept in a clean manner. The old man had pointed it out before leaving the room.

He was grateful for it because he really needed to groom himself, or he might scare his companions or other people.

And also, Cassian did not wish to appear in a disheveled state when he had always appeared in a clean and tidy manner in front of his companions. After all, he had to maintain his image as their leader.

He could not show them his despair and disheveled state, which made him look like a sleep-deprived man who had fought a hard battle in his dreams.