Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

From the top floor of the castle, screams pierced through the heavy doors and came from a room at the end of the corridor.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

At this moment, even the candlelight on both sides of the corridor flickered violently amidst these screams.

Fortunately, the screams finally stopped as seven uniformly dressed vampire wizards entered the room.

"..."

Even though the walls of the room were covered with water coral and the room was almost overflowing with water, it still couldn't hide the intense burning sensation.

In the very center of the room, the once magnificent bed had been removed and replaced by a coffin radiating a thick, bloody glow.

At this moment, the seven vampire wizards stood around the coffin. After the leader nodded, they simultaneously stretched out their hands and released a milky white halo into the coffin.

"Buzzing..."

Unlike wizards of other races, vampires have modified the [Powerful Healing Spell], and the healing aura they release has a faint blood-red hue.

Inside the coffin, an elderly vampire lay on his back, his body almost entirely submerged in thick wizard blood.

However, the body had been burned beyond recognition, and the person looked like a charred, withered tree.

His skin cracked open, constantly oozing steaming fluid, and every rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by a sizzling sound of burning flesh beneath his skin.

Even more terrifying is that his lower body, from his waist to his feet, has been completely carbonized, and it seems that it would fall apart completely with the slightest touch.

Despite the healing light enveloping him like a cocoon, his severe injuries showed no sign of improvement.

So much so that now, it is only by the blood in the coffin continuously supplying it with energy that it is barely clinging to life.

"Buzz..."

Shortly afterward, the seven vampires simultaneously lowered their hands, and the milky-white aura inside the coffin dissipated.

"Your Majesty, your sixth round of treatment has concluded."

The leader then spoke, but it was clear that the other person was too weak to speak, and he sighed silently in his heart.

"You... get some rest. The seventh round of treatment will begin tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he led the other six vampires and quickly left the place.

"Creak—thump."

Meanwhile, outside the door...

Just as the seven vampires were about to leave, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows and blocked their path.

"clatter……"

Upon seeing the visitors, they quickly bowed and said:

"Lord Rosa x7"

"..."

Across from him, Rosa had a gloomy face.

He glanced at the closed door before speaking:

"How is His Majesty the King now?"

Upon hearing this, the seven people exchanged glances, and after a moment, the leader spoke:

"His Majesty the King was already seriously injured at the time, and the final dragon flame directly burned his body, even severely damaging the symbolic blood within him. There was... very little left."

"If that dragon that spews dragonfire hadn't been below level two, I'm afraid... even the high concentration of demonic blood in the coffin wouldn't have been enough to save His Majesty's life."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Rosa remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Okay, you can go now."

"It's x7."

"..."

A moment later, after all seven vampires had gone far away, Rosa slowly walked into the room.

"..."

At this moment, Komorod lay weakly on his back in the coffin, his eyelids opening and closing as if he might fall into a coma at any moment.

The servants beside him were continuously injecting him with a magical potion, a specially made painkiller that could barely alleviate the pain of being burned by the dragon flames.

"You may leave now. I have important matters to discuss with His Majesty the King."

Rosa dismissed the servants in the room and then slowly walked to the coffin.

He stared at the dying old man before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

You see the other as your most formidable rival, but in the end, you are saved by them.

"Why...?"

He sighed, then turned his palm upwards, and a drop of scarlet blood appeared.

The blood droplets emitted a thick, bloody light, and each drop... could distort the surrounding air.

This is the symbolic blood bestowed upon them by Osiris, which is both the source of their increased strength and a trump card that can double their strength in desperate situations.

Theoretically speaking, this drop of symbolic blood... might also stimulate the regenerative power that has been burned away within the other person's body, saving their life.

"This is my portion. I was planning to use it to drain those annoying guys and that dragon dry in one go, but then you rushed over..."

As he spoke, Rosa reached into the coffin, and the blood droplets on his palm moved with it.

"I don't know what you're thinking... but—I won't owe you anything."

Having said that, Rosa manipulated the drop of symbolic blood to slowly descend, about to implant it into the other person's body.

However, at this moment

"Buzz—!"

Just as the blood was about to be injected, a ripple suddenly appeared on Komorod's body, as he used his mental power to block the drop of blood.

"No, Rosa...no..."

Komorod struggled to speak, his throat burned open, his voice barely audible.

"I...I don't have much time left."

With each word he uttered, his chest heaved violently, as if he were using up all his remaining strength.

"What are you doing?"

On the other side, Rosa roared and then quickly collected the blood that had been flung away.

"Rosa, since we were little...we've lived amidst the war against wizards, so...I understand...your following of the King's ideas, and I acknowledge your pursuit."

Komorod turned his head away, his cloudy eyes unable to meet the other person's gaze.

"But I never thought of competing with you for anything. It's just that... Vasiti's blood flows in my veins, and this bloodline itself carries a mission, a mission to assist the King."

"But now, I can no longer... sense the 'contract' left in my blood by the ancestor Viser."

"..."

"I... can finally rest, Rosa... don't feel guilty, just think of it as..."

"Consider it a big favor you owe me."

After saying that, Komorod turned to look out the window and ignored the other person.

"..."

Rosa stood by the coffin for a moment, her gaze repeatedly falling on the blood droplets in her palm before turning away again and again.

A moment later, he transformed into a cloud of black mist and silently escaped from the room.

"..."

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

After Rosa left, Komorod's body suddenly reacted violently, with wisps of white vapor instantly emerging from his skin and flesh.

"Well--!"

He was already at his limit, and the only reason he had been able to hold on until now was because of the powerful soul of a second-level wizard, and... that lingering thought that he could not shake off.

"I... can't be wrong."