“Darn it… now I’ll have to clean up the bloodstains,” Sele muttered, pouting as she glanced at the drops on the floor.

  “Y-you really need to—your hand,” Fei spoke up, concern breaking through her fear as she gestured toward Sele’s injured arm.

  “I know,” Sele shot back with a huff. Then she cast Fei a sideways look, unimpressed. “And seriously—what kind of assassin are you anyway? You’re way too polite to be one. Hmph.”

  The complaint was half-annoyed, half-amused, but it landed all the same, leaving Fei unsure whether to feel scolded… or oddly relieved.

  “I—”

  Before Fei could finish, Sele lifted a hand—an unmistakable signal to be silent.

  Fei stopped immediately. She swallowed whatever she had been about to say and nodded faintly, choosing obedience over resistance.

  She stayed quiet, sitting back and watching, carefully observing everything now—the wounded arm, the unconscious girl, and the shadow in the chair—knowing full well that speaking out of turn was no longer an option.

  Sele let out a slow sigh and stretched her hands.

  A pure, luminous glow suddenly bloomed from her injured left arm, soft yet intense. The air filled with a sharp hiss—like water striking a boiling pan—as the light wrapped around the wound.

  For a brief moment, the sound and glow were all that existed.

  Then the light faded.

  The hiss died away.

  Sele lowered her arm. Her left hand was flawless once more, unmarked, as if it had never been wounded at all.

  Fei’s breath caught at the sight. Her eyes widened despite herself, the surprise impossible to hide.

  She’s a Rarer!?

  The realization settled heavily in her chest as she stared at Sele’s unblemished hand, a quiet chill running through her.

  “Ah. Much better,” Sele said casually, rolling her shoulder once more.

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  Her gaze dropped back to Lara’s wound. “Hey—you,” she added, speaking without even looking at Fei. “This is your doing, right?”

  “Y-yes,” Fei answered hesitantly, her voice tight.

  “Okay. Remove the ice,” Sele said, calm and unflinching.

  “O-okay.”

  The ice melted instantly.

  Blood gushed from the wound the moment it gave way, dark and frighteningly fast. Lara’s body reacted at once—she shuddered, a weak tremor running through her frame as a faint sound of distress escaped her throat, even though she remained unconscious. Her skin grew colder, her breathing uneven.

  Fei stiffened at the sight, dread flooding her chest as the reality of what she had done spilled out along with the blood

  Sele moved immediately, pressing both hands over the wound. Light flared again—warmer this time, steady and reassuring—as it flowed from her palms and sank into Lara’s body.

  The torn flesh knit together beneath her touch. Damage unseen mended just as surely—organs restoring themselves, blood loss slowing, then stopping entirely.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie,” Sele murmured, her voice calm, almost gentle. “Almost done.”

  The wound closed completely, skin sealing as if it had never been torn open.

  But Lara’s body still reacted. A faint whimper slipped from her lips, her brow tightening as pain lingered deep within her. Though unconscious, she trembled softly, the suffering not yet ready to let her go.

  “There, there…”

  Sele leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Lara’s forehead.

  A soft glow bloomed at the point of contact, faint and warm, spreading briefly like a comforting breath. Lara’s tense expression eased, the trembling fading as her body finally relaxed.

  The pain let go.

  She remained unconscious, but her breathing steadied, calm and even now—safe, at least for the moment, under Sele’s quiet watch.

  “Now for the boy.”

  Sele stepped to the other side of the bed, passing the shadow figure without giving it a shred of attention. She leaned over Alcy, studying his face for a brief moment.

  “Well, well,” she murmured with a faint smile. “Ain’t he a looker.”

  She pressed a light kiss to his forehead. The same gentle glow bloomed, soft and fleeting, washing over him before quietly fading away.

  Alcy remained unconscious—but his breathing evened, tension easing from his features as the room settled back into stillness once more.

  “Okay. I’ll go make a report to the nurses about these two and come back,” Sele said, her eyes fixed on the siblings as if committing their state to memory.

  “Excuse me, dip-shit.”

  She reached for her coat, lifting it off the chair where the shadow sat. The thing hissed at her in irritation but didn’t move, its attention never leaving Fei—watching her like a hawk, unblinking and patient.

  As Sele turned toward the door—

  “Wait!” Fei called out.

  Sele paused, glancing back just enough to answer. “It won’t hurt you as long as you don’t do anything to them—or try to run,” she said flatly, nodding toward the shadow. “That piece of shit’s loyal to the boss.” There was a clear edge of annoyance in her tone.

  She slipped her coat back on. “I’ll be right back anyway.”

  The door closed behind her.

  Left alone with the quiet machines, the unconscious siblings, and the shadow’s relentless stare, Fei sat stiffly in her chair—unable to shake the tension coiling tighter in her chest with every passing second.

  Sele is a 'Rarer'! What do you think that title actually means in this world?