The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 1135

Rufus' POV:

I waited anxiously as the doctor tended to Beryl's wound. "How is she?" I asked.

The doctor checked on Beryl carefully. Then, he took off his glasses and said respectfully to me, "She is fine. Her only injury is a scratch on her arm, which will heal in a few days. As for why she suddenly fainted, I honestly find it little strange. We need to do further examinations to figure it out."

I recalled the scene when Beryl summoned her witch power. I knew that it was the reason why she was feeling so exhausted and weak right now. Based from Crystal's demeanor and expression, it seemed as though Beryl just needed a few days of rest.

I felt a huge weight off my shoulders. And because I didn't want to tell the doctor that Beryl had the witch bloodline, I just said, "I see. Since she is weak, can you please prescribe some nourishing medicine for her?"

"Okay. I can do that. Besides, you have to make sure not let her catch a cold. Now that she is weak, she is extremely vulnerable to other diseases." The doctor said a few more words and left to prescribe medicine.

Meanwhile, I sat in front of the bed and tucked Beryl in. She had already fallen asleep. Her sweet, innocent lips was a little agape and her face was chubby and lovely. Who would have believed that a small child could defeat a python on her own in such a dangerous situation?

It never occurred to me that Beryl had the witch bloodline. I assumed that was something she inherited from her father, who was likely to be a wizard.

It made sense since Crystal was obviously a true werewolf, given that she possessed pure lycan power.

But it was still a little strange. The power that Beryl had just showcased was very ominous. Unlike ordinary power, it seemed to have something to do with the black witch.

Even though I had never witnessed a black witch in action, my gut told me it was black witch power. Was it possible that Beryl's ancestry included any members of the black witch race?

But even if she did, so what? The little girl still wanted to protect me, even when she lost control.

That alone moved me to tears. For a long time, I didn't give much thought whenever Beryl called me her father. She was just a kid after all. But now, I felt different.

I didn't want Beryl to get hurt. I hoped only for her happiness and health. Despite her stubbornness and misbehavior, I still found her adorable.