Reborn As Noble Chapter 1183: Guided by the Eyes of Truth ( 1183 )

Javier exhaled deeply, his footsteps echoing in the corridor as he continued his slow trek. A heavy question weighed on his mind: What if he committed a catastrophic error during the operation? What if his blade veered, cutting a nerve or piercing a vital organ? He halted, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. Although he possessed a burning passion for research and clinical study, this was an actual living person he was dealing with. She held a place of importance in his life, and he was terrified of losing her. Perhaps it was time to seek his father's wisdom. Given that his father possessed the legendary Eyes of Truth and held vast, profound knowledge, he might be the only one who could help. With a heavy sigh, Javier realized he had no other choice; he would need to consult his father or possibly his mother for guidance.

He resumed his walking, then stopped short. He peered around the hall, searching for guidance. Where were they located? Which room was the right one? He cursed inwardly; his familiarity with this part of the estate was nearly nonexistent. The only reason he had reached Gracelle’s chamber initially was by tracking the faint mana trail she left behind, noticing how it flickered and dimmed before finally stabilizing. Perhaps he should use his innate skills to map the floor and locate them.

Javier stood perfectly still, hands tucked into his pockets, and activated his tracking ability. Just as his detection ping began to pulse outward, a gentle touch fell upon his shoulder. He turned to find Mimi looking up at him with a mischievous smile, her tail wagging rhythmically as she bit her lip. Liana, Gloria, Felicia, and Delya were standing close by as well. Javier offered a warm smile in return.

"Young Master?" Liana asked, moving toward him with effortless grace. Javier replied, "Yes, Liana?" She tilted her head, asking, "Why are you standing here all by yourself?" He scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. "My father called for me, but I have no idea where to find the room. I was about to use my skill to track him down." Mimi chimed in, "Nya? I know exactly where they are!" She seized Javier’s hand and skipped ahead, while Liana and the others followed behind at a measured pace.

Meanwhile, in the meeting hall, Garius reclined in his chair, checking the time on his mana watch. Alf smoothed his glove, and Erinette remained stationed nearby. "Hmm? What could be causing such a delay for Javier?" Garius murmured, his voice calm but betraying a trace of impatience. Francesca smiled softly, assuring him, "I am certain he is on his way. He likely felt the need to confirm that Gracelle’s condition remained stable before he left her side." Garius let out a quiet breath and remarked, "He really should not take this long." Francesca replied, "He will arrive shortly. Please, do not worry, dear."

At that exact moment, a soft knock resonated against the door. Garius straightened up and called out, "Enter." The door creaked open, and Javier stepped through, gesturing behind him for the girls to wait in the hall. Garius shook his head. "Just bring them in. They are your future wives, after all." Javier motioned for his companions to follow him inside. He stood straight, placed his fist over his heart, and offered a respectful bow, while the women behind him performed a graceful curtsey.

"Esteemed Father." He looked up as the others straightened. "So, Javier," Garius began, his gaze intense. "Tell me, how is her condition?" Javier proceeded to recount the full details of Gracelle’s state, covering everything from her vitals and the life-support measures he had implemented to the curse poison suspected to be plaguing her. Garius stroked his chin, his eyes locked on his son. "Tell me, Javier, what are your next steps? How do you intend to proceed?"

Javier released a long, shaky breath, his features etched with worry. "My plan was to perform a surgical procedure to extract the curse poison, but..." He paused, looking visibly troubled. "I lack real-world experience, and I do not fully comprehend the essence of this affliction. The danger lies not just in the surgery itself, but in my inability to predict the unknown complications of this sickness." Garius raised an eyebrow. "What do you define as surgery?" Javier looked down. "It involves creating an incision to reach the internal structures. To reach the source of the curse, I must open the skin to find it. It is a process demanding incredible precision; even a slight miscalculation could result in fatal injuries."

Garius looked at his son thoughtfully. "You mean to cut her open and remove the curse manually with your mechanical inventions?" Javier nodded. "Yes, Father. But the risk scares me. My tools are razor-sharp, and the slightest slip would cause damage that might never heal." Garius leaned forward. "Have you considered crafting your tools from magic-conductive materials? Imagine instruments so refined that a healer could channel purification and curative magic through them. As the tool touches the tissue, it could simultaneously mend the damage and dissolve the poison. Our healers are far more capable than standard ones; if you open a path, their magic can flow inside to purify and heal the wound from the inside out. You would not need to excise anything physically; let the magic do the work through the incision point."

Javier’s eyes glowed with realization. "So, instead of just cutting, I use a magical probe to navigate and neutralize the curse while healing the tissue in real-time?" Garius leaned back, satisfied. "Most healers outside our Sect only treat surface-level wounds or simple ailments. They lack the expertise for deep-seated problems. However, what Gracelle suffers from is a Curse Parasite. It is a living, predatory curse that drains the host’s life force. Unlike a static hex, it adapts and grows, making standard purification useless." As Javier watched, Garius’s right eye flickered with a faint, otherworldly light. "And this living terror is man-made, is that correct, Alf?" Alf nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Your Majesty. Assassins and shadow practitioners craft these horrors to bypass conventional medicine. It is designed specifically to resist all forms of standard healing, making it a nightmare to detect or remove."