While the royal court debated Arthur's fate, he was far from their discussions. Over at Arcane Academy's infirmary, the cause of all this commotion was experiencing a very different situation—one that had nothing to do with politics or strategy.
Arthur, still recovering, was receiving special attention from the academy's nurse.
Arthur's P.O.V.
A dull ache spread through my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My limbs were heavy, my head felt like it had been slammed against a wall, and every muscle screamed in exhaustion.
"Shit… I really pushed myself too far this time."
I tried to move, but my body refused to cooperate. Every attempt to lift even a finger felt like dragging a boulder.
But then, something else caught my attention.
A strange warmth—intense, familiar, and undeniably pleasurable—spread from my lower body. At first, I thought it was some weird side effect of mana depletion. But when the sensation grew stronger, sharper, my foggy mind cleared in an instant.
