My Demon Queen
"We're going to do you medical checkup tomorrow so--"
Was what I had been told by Noel. When I asked Novelle-sama about it, she looked frightened, declaring that 'needles are scary'. I wonder what she meant-- could it be a urchin-like beast? If so, I will certainly have to prepare myself.
However-- such an expectation had been shattered by the reality of this world as I was brought to a large building with a large red cross in the centre which held the semblance to a church. I questioned the chosen colour of red, back in my world, red was the representation of blood and war, a color to be avoided. It painted an odd image in my mind.
Coming to this world, there were many things I still have yet to understand. There is an absence of mana in this world-- in a stifling sense. Mana recovery is suppressed as I, a demon lord possess the ability to absorb mana directly from the surrounding. I had initially thought it would be dangerous, however, it seemed that the people of this world were incredibly weak. I have yet to meet a single individual with a high combat prowess capable of rivaling myself. Thus I deemed that it was an unnecessary worry.
Though however slow mana regeneration may be, I am confident that my mana pool has the capacity to wipe out an entire kingdom without the need of recovery.
Though, one question remains. Why do people of this world have TALENTS? From records i've read in the past, heroes were said to come from a world absent of special abilities and skill. Why was it that people of this world were capable of activating skill in the absence of mana? How was this possible-- i could not comprehend. I do have a theory-- this could perhaps not be the hero's world, though, it is strikingly similar to the descriptions written in the archives.
"I remember your mom telling me that Liliath got scared by the glass door," Dylan-sama said in an astound voice, he was conversing with Noel.
I have no doubts that Novelle-sama's personality was imparted from her father. Noel looked at me with a wryly, and I averted my gaze.
After walking a little in what seemed to be a geometrical underground cave, we arrived at the sliding glass door. And it was from there we entered the so-called hospital.
The most noticeable point wasn't what i was seeing but the temperature. The coldness was a stark difference from the immense heat outside. I've come to realize that many buildings are built with 'air conditioners'.
It was crowded, though not stifling. I could feel their stares on my being.
That's right.. as an other-worlder, my hair stands out among the crowd.
Perhaps my garment contributed to the attention? For this occasion, I picked out this black dress for official purposes with an embroidered coat, a cardigan--
Though it may be slightly late to notice this but this pair of black shoes fit me well, it could even be said as superiorly comfortable-- many times better than the foot-wear I was exposed to since I was young.
I saw numerous posters that I initially thought were bounties-- I still remember the shock I felt seeing a bounty on my own self..
These posters contained comprehensive information regarding certain diseases and methods to prevent them. Things like avoiding sick people and being 'vaccinated'. There were many things I did not know about this church, it's immensely complex.
I was in awe of the floor, it was shinny beyond measure, I was able to see my own reflection off the surface. I felt as if I was in a goddess' domain however.. there was an aura of death.. Though it is light compared to my own world as death was everywhere, this would be the first time I've felt such an aura since coming to this world.
Pandemics do happen back in my world-- a common occurrence whenever new heroes would arrive-- the reason for such is unknown. But the diseases brought about due to the repercussions of the hero summoning were easily dealt with under the supervision of the bishop and priest. Unlike curses which could only be treated by a high priest, the disease brought upon by the summoning could be easily cured with the most basic of healing spells.
Many people went about their tasks, it was a calm, unrushed atmosphere. Though, the slight death put me in unease. I passed by a number of individuals in wheeled chairs, others with an odd fluid bag connected to their arm. Everything about this church was seemingly novel. Was this how a society without magic treated the sick? I felt sympathy towards them as obtaining treatment in this church wasn't 'perfect' without the aid of healing magic.
I could treat them with ease however.. i understood that if i did such a thing, it would cause an issue with the current system used by the people in the world. I don't plan on starting a revolution with me positioned in the centre of it all.
We waited for someone-- It was supposed to be a priest with the rank of 'doctor'. A rather odd title.
"Liliath, can you talk a bit about the world you came from?" Dylan-sama asked.
I felt myself tense up.
"Sorry, I don't mean to dig into your past, I just want to know what kind of world you came from. Are there like-- demi-humans? Elves? Dragons? Those kinds of things. Oh, and kingdom histories of legends and what-nots."
I spoke what I knew, answering the questions that Dylan-sama threw at me that was somewhat relatable. It was odd, how was it possible that Dylan-sama knew so much about my world when i barely knew anything about this world.
The kind of world the heroes came from-- perplexing.
"Father, the doctor is here, she's calling us," Noel interjected, bringing Dylan-sama out of our conversation.
Noel is unusually quiet today.
The 'doctor' was a short female wearing a white coat that stretched to her ankle. It looked nothing like the priest clothes I knew. And between her eyes was the so-called 'glasses'. This would be the first time being up close to someone wearing this accessory that was said to help improve vision. I've seen people wear it back at the demi-human, Prune's restaurant, but at a distance.
"So this is your summon?" the 'doctor' said with a stunned look, glancing back and forth at me and the file she held in her hand.
"Hahahaha, what an exotic TALENT. Now, LIliath, I'm Trisha, and I'll be the doctor assisting you with your medical check up today. So if you have any questions feel free to ask."
I nodded at her kind words.
During the checkup, Noel and Dylan-sama accompanied me to different designated rooms for different tests. Though, they would separate from me when I was to take the 'test'.
The first one was called a blood test? It involves the intrusion of a weird needle device into the skin, like a leech, it would take up the blood from my body. I suppose this was what Novelle-sama warned me about?
"Trisha-sama, do these so-called 'needles' possess a side effect?"
"Huh? Uh, the blood test requires your blood, so I'll be extracting a little bit of it with the needle. Could you perhaps be scared?" Trisha spoke as she wore elastic gloves, it looked like they were made from hardened slime, but i'm inclined to think that it's the super convenient material called 'plastic'.
"Not particularly," such was the truth. If this process merely involved taking a little bit of blood then i suppose there was nothing to be afraid of? Why was Novelle-sama so wary over it? I should have asked Noel about this earlier.
There was some fear lingering in my mind now-- fear of the unknown.
"Put your arms here and relax," Trisha brought my outstretched arm to sit on the arm of the chair. There, after wrapping upper arm with a belt, she applied an ointment that made my skin feel a cool sensation. "If you're scared you can look away.
With half-closed eyes, I watched as the needle was inserted into my arm, blood being drawn up into the fat tube-- there wasn't any particular feeling that could explain why Novelle-sama thought of it as a threat.
After the trigger of the 'needle' was pulled to the very edge, Trisha pulled it away from my skin. quickly switching it out for a soft white ball.
"Press onto this," she told me.
I stared in puzzlement. Why was it necessary to put a fluffy object on the wound? Was this what Novelle-sama was afraid of? Could this soft cotton-like ball be the source of her fear? No, perhaps it was like a bandage-- if that were the case.
"It's alright Trisha, the bandage is unnecessary as the wound should be closed already."
I took away the white bandage piece and showed her the part that had been healed. As a demon lord, I would be fine even if I were to be inflicted a fatal wound, it would recover in a blink of an eye so long as the philosopher stone remains intact.
Trisha blinked twice and nodded, injecting my blood into another different tube. She wrote something on it before ushering me out of the room. She stuck behind, having some other things she had to tend to.
I was asked to wait outside until she completed.
"So.. did you get scared? Did it hurt?" Dylan-sama showed a smirk as he spoke, legs crossed, sitting on the cushioned chair. I was rather irritated by his attitude so I think I would like to retort.
"It's nothing compared to the time I had my heart ripped out," I smiled, Dylan-sama visibly trembled.
I felt a sense of accomplishment within myself.