Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 116: Helena No Longer A Threat.

Chapter 116: Helena No Longer A Threat.

Afternoon.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The bond between Lydia and Helena, though newly forged it was not delicate but strong, and the thought of losing her filled Helena with a sense of dread.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Helena pushed open the doors with trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest.

Conan was surprised she knew her way as she rushed for the main stairs but he said nothing.

Inside, the warmth of candlelight greeted them, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Without hesitation, she hurried down the corridor, the knight close behind, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls.

With each passing moment, the lady’s fear grew stronger, driving her forward with renewed determination.

She prayed silently for the strength to save Lydia. knowing that time was slipping away with each fleeting second.

Helena rushed towards the door and swung it open.

"Lydia!" she wailed when she caught sight of her. Her feet quick to reach Lydia’s side.

"Please save her, whatever it takes" a voice met her.

Only then did she notice Theodore who stood by the wall close to the bed.

She nodded without meeting his eyes.

"Please leave us" she whispered. Her palm touching Lydia’s cold face.

She heard him move.

Lydia laid sick on the bed, her breaths labored and her skin pale, it was growing paler and she no longer had sweats, the room was suffused with an eerie stillness after Theodore left.

The air was heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs, a feeble attempt to ward off the effects of the magic poison coursing through Lydia’s veins.

Mira had come prepared.

Helena watched Lydia in silence for a full minute before the resolve and the determination flooded in.

She had to do something quick, her heart raced

She had to save Lydia.

She stood up with a deep breath. She looked around the room, picked up some candles from the table and lighted them onto each sides of her bed. Slowly she tighten the rubber holding up her hair and then she stood beside the bed, unhurriedly her hands raised in a gesture of concentration.

And then she began to breath through her mouth, With a whispered incantation, tendrils of shimmering energy emanated from her fingertips, weaving through the air like threads of silver. Her eyes were closed but the it fluttered open, revealing a glowing ocean blue eyes.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the magic responded to her command, swirling and pulsating with otherworldly power.

Helena looked down and pointed her palm to Lydia.

Unconsciously Lydia’s body tensed momentarily as the magic began its work, it was invisible but there was a force between the space after Helena’s palm do Ludia’s chest.

Helena frowned slightly and started to draw out the toxic energy that threatened to consume Lydia from within. Lydia started to frown, her body moving.

Waves of golden light rippled across Helena’s skin, it transferred into Lydia and then started to draw out, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow.

Helena’s brow furrowed with the effort, her every movement guided by a delicate balance of skill and determination.

Lydia twitched, a grumble escaping her.

As the moments stretched on, the air in the whole room crackled with anticipation, the only sound the soft hum of the magic at work.

Inch by inch, the poison was drawn out, its malevolent presence dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

Lydia’s breathing eased, her features relaxing as the burden lifted from her frail form.

Helena breathed calmer and with a final surge of power, the lady channeled the last remnants of magic from the sick Lydia’s body, casting them out into the ether with a flick of her wrist.

The room seemed to exhale as the tension dissolved, leaving behind a sense of profound relief.

Helena, breathed heavily as she bent quickly to wipe sweat off Lydia’s sad face.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered painfully before she opened her eyes, a glimmer of vitality returned to her gaze, the sadness in them fought and won dominance on the one in Helena’s eyes.

The lady smiled softly, her own weariness momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the moment. Magic had been wielded not just as a force of power, but as a conduit of healing, restoring hope where once there had been only despair.

Tears trailed down Lydia’s face as she succumbed to exhaustion.

Helena’s chin quivered while she hurriedly left the room, she needed to mix something for when she woke up.

"How is she?"

Theodore’s voice met Helena the second she exited the room making her turn to him, he was resting on the wall again. He looked almost casual but his shoulders were right with clenched teeth, she knew he wasn’t.

"She could stay alone but I now you wouldn’t want that" she started he merely watched her before repeating the same question.

"How is she? Helena" he called her name.

He knew it after all. He met her eyes despite never wanting to.

She held his sky blue eyes. "She is stable" she lied through her teeth, she couldn’t tell him it was temporal, because she was going to make it permanent.

He visibly breathed better. "Thank you" he whispered sincerely before veering around for the door to his wife.

And Helena only then realized how humble Theodore was. It had been irrational for all witches to think he was the enemy he only ended those who attacked.

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Kitchen, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Helena passed but she didn’t see Conan, only the maids and an eerie presence. She moved like she owned the building, before she remembered she didn’t know the way to the kitchen.

She paused, met the eyes of the house maids and asked softly. "The kitchen please"

Dorothy who had Red in her arms stepped forward. "This way, my lady" she said

Dorothy guided her while Joyous rushed up the stairs.

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In the dimly lit kitchen, the flickering flames of the hearth cast dancing shadows on the worn wooden surfaces.

Helena moved with purpose, her hands deftly selecting herbs and vials from the cluttered shelves.

Beside her stood Hound, his expression grave as he watched her every move, his knowledge of ingredients sought after in this desperate hour.

She had met Hound standing in the kitchen when she entered while Dorothy simply turned after they reached. Barely acknowledging him, she had progressed to work.

With furrowed brow, Helena’s mind took her to the still form of her sister lying on the bed earlier, her breath shallow and her skin pallid.

Fear gnawed at the edges of the Helena’s resolve, driving her to action as she poured her energy into the task at hand.

"Quickly," she urged the man, her voice tinged with urgency. "I need the mountains extract and the lakestone powder."

Hound nodded, his movements swift as he retrieved the requested ingredients from their carefully labeled jars.

Helena had no time to wonder how they have everything.

The scent of dried herbs and earthy spices filled the air as he placed them into the waiting mortar, his hands steady despite the weight of the moment.

With practiced precision, Helena measured out the ingredients, her movements fluid as she combined them with a mixture of water and moonlight essence.

Each element held its own significance, a delicate balance of nature’s bounty and ancient wisdom.

As the potion began to take shape, a sense of hope blossomed within her chest, pushing back against the tide of despair that had been threatening to overwhelm her.

Perhaps she could completely save Lydia without further complications.

She stirred the concoction with a silver spoon, the liquid shimmering with otherworldly light as it swirled in the glass vessel.

With a final flourish, Helena poured the elixir into a cup, the glass cool against her fingertips.

She turned and started to run back to the bedroom. She reached the room and Theodore was still sitting by her side when Helena sat next to lyida. Her heart pounding with anticipation as she gently lifted the sickly form of Lydia and administered the potion.

They all held their breathe.

Time seemed to stand still as they waited, the air heavy with anticipation.

Minutes stretched into eternity, each heartbeat a whispered prayer for salvation.

And then, as if in response to their collective plea, a faint stir rippled through the stillness, a flutter of Lydia’s eyelashes and a soft intake of breath.

Lydia blinked blearily, her eyes slowly fluttering open again and slowly color returned to her cheeks.

With a gasp of new breathe, Lydia held Helena’s eyes. Helena quickly reached out to grasp her hand, the bond between them strengthened by the miracle of healing.

Theodore blinked.

In that moment, as the light of dawn began to filter through the kitchen window, Helana knew that she had succeeded while the witch who did this should be ready for her.

She looked up, met Theodore’s eyes before quickly dropping it when she felt a stinge in the back of her eyes.

Theodore couldn’t thank Helean enough, but he knew now that she wasn’t a threat. She had saved his Lydia from the brink of darkness, weaving magic and medicine into a tapestry of hope and redemption.

Now he just needs to save Lydia from her own mind and pain.

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