Chapter 275

Mick blinked, raised his head again, but the spark in his eyes still hadn't returned.

Clearly, he thought he'd just imagined it.

"I ask you—do you want to save her?"

This time, Mick finally confirmed it wasn't an illusion; his pupils focused.

He looked at Gervas with desperate hope. "Yes… yes! Please, save Rebenah! Please…"

"Swear fealty to me, become my serf, and I will save her. Otherwise, I won't lift a finger for someone unrelated to me," Gervas said coldly.

But to Mick, it sounded like celestial music.

"Noble lord, please save Rebenah! If you bring her back to life, I'll do anything—my life is yours!"

"Good!" Gervas finally nodded in satisfaction, then pulled a green vial from his robe.

At that moment, Rebenah was at her final breath, her lips mumbling faintly.

"F…father… I think I see Mother…"

Hearing this, Mick shattered completely.

Gervas slowly knelt, gently pinched Rebenah's chin, and poured the vial's contents into her mouth.

The next instant, a flood of green energy sparks spilled from her lips.

But most of them began to swirl within her body.

Finally, all the green sparks converged at the wound on her abdomen.

Visible to the naked eye, Rebenah's wound began to heal, leaving only the torn edge of her clothing—no scar remained.

"Rebenah!"

Mick was stunned and overjoyed, but Rebenah didn't wake immediately.

"Don't rush. Though I gave her a precious Life Elixir, she lost too much blood and isn't a Title Knight—she'll awaken later."

"Life Elixir?" Mick stared at Gervas in disbelief.

"What else did you think it was?"

Mick knew the noble wasn't lying—and had no reason to lie.

Only the legendary Life Elixir could revive someone on the brink of death, heal wounds visibly, and leave no scar.

"Thank you for saving my life, noble lord—I, Mick, now give you my life!" Mick gently laid Rebenah flat, then knelt deeply and bowed his head to Gervas.

"Enough! Though it cost me dearly, I need people now—you, a Silver Knight, have some use. Come with me to my domain."

Then Gervas led all of Mick's group back to Stormhold.

Mick's group had originally numbered over fifty, but after the fighting, fewer than thirty remained.

Only five Title Knights remained, including Mick, plus twenty-odd women and children.

Among them were the wives and children of Mac and others, as well as those of fallen soldiers.

…

"I… where am I? Is this death? Where's my mother?"

Rebenah slowly woke, opened her eyes, and found herself lying on a soft bed, above her hung a beautiful copper lamp.

At least seven or eight candles burned on the lamp.

She believed she must be dead.

If she were still alive, she could never be in such a place.

Not just the soft bed and elegant lamp.

Even candles—before fleeing, she'd lit only one or two at night.

Now, sunlight streaming through the right window proved it was daytime.

"My lord, she's awake!"

At that moment, a voice called beside Rebenah's ear.

Startled, she turned quickly to her left.

There stood a beautiful young lady in silk robes, watching her.

She smiled. "You're awake, brave girl!"

"I… you…"

"Don't fear. This is Lord Gervas's castle—he saved you and your companions!"

Soon, hurried footsteps approached.

This time, Rebenah finally saw someone familiar.

"Father!"

"Rebenah! You're awake—thank heaven!" Mick's eyes filled with tears as he embraced his daughter tightly.

"Father, what… what happened? Didn't I die?" Rebenah released her father and instinctively touched her abdomen.

She realized she now wore entirely new clothes.

The wound no longer ached—it felt as if nothing had ever happened.

Yet she clearly remembered the sword piercing through her…

Mick finally understood.

"Rebenah, quickly get up and thank Lord Gervas—he saved you, and all of us!"

"Him?"

At her final moment, she had indeed seen that figure—she'd thought it was a hallucination…

"Enough! Mick, let her rest."

"She's a brave girl—she deserves my mercy."

Eveleen, who handled aerial surveillance, had told him of Rebenah's heroic actions.

Gervas admired the courage of this girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen.

Even the maid Carolyne, upon hearing of it, looked at the girl with new respect.

Then Gervas left with Mick.

Only Rebenah, still feeling as if in a dream, remained.

"Here—this is the meat broth the kitchen just made for you. Eat it, and you'll recover faster."

"Thank you, beautiful sister!"

Carolyne burst into laughter. "You should thank Lord Gervas—I'm merely his servant!"

"Yes, sister—I thank Lord Gervas too!"

The girl nodded seriously.

She didn't know how rare it was to earn Carolyne's approval.

After all, as the saying goes: one mountain cannot hold two tigers.

Especially a beautiful girl like Rebenah.

Any girl entering the castle drew Carolyne's hostility.

"Alright, Rebenah, eat quickly—the broth will get cold…"

…

"My lord, you called for me?"

"Pike, sit down and speak."

The man was Pike, captain of the Hunter Village.

Pike's hunter team now formed one of Stormhold's most vital income sources.

Each month, they delivered at least five hundred high-quality furs.

And wild game meat reached thousands of catties.

This meat was one of the primary protein sources for Stormhold's people.

Of course, with more refugees arriving, serfs who wanted a meat treat could now buy cheap meat from them.

Yet Pike's hunter team's importance remained unchanged.

In fact, Gervas actively cultivated them.

They all received their share of the precious silver fish.

Gervas hoped one day their targets wouldn't be mere beasts—but demons too!

"My lord, I'll stand—please give your orders!"

The longer Pike lived in Stormhold, the more he respected his lord.

Though his current status allowed him to sit as instructed,

he refused to sit—he believed standing before Lord Gervas was the greatest honor.

"Fine," Gervas didn't insist; Pike had always been like this.

"Pike, have you heard of a Tier-One demon beast—the Fiery Wool Sheep?"