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In a dark and silent void, Edric slowly opened his eyes. His head felt heavy, but his consciousness gradually cleared. He tried to recall everything that had just happened, with memories of Lion, torches, shouting, and Feren's worried face intertwining, weighing heavily on his mind.
He struggled to sit up, feeling every joint in his body protesting as if every one of them was in pain. He looked down at his tattered clothes, the dirt and blood clearly documenting the recent terror and despair. He couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking about how he had gone from being a proud House of Heraldry knight to this miserable state.
His hand unconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled out the small badge of the House of Heraldry that had accompanied him for many years. The badge had worn down to just a faint outline, but the family crest engraved on it was still clearly discernible. He gently rubbed the badge, feeling the cold metal leaving a faint warmth in his palm.
He thought about the family's past, about its glory and decline. Those scenes of the past seemed to be right in front of him, making his mood extremely heavy. He also thought about Feren, the kind and brave young man who had shown Edric the dawn of hope again, and had also helped Edric regain the courage and determination to protect this land.
In the faint sunlight, Edric gradually regained consciousness. He smelled the strong scent of herbs and ointments in the air, somewhat pungent but also comforting. He tried to move his body and felt pain spreading from every corner, but he knew he had to try to move and couldn't just lie there.
Although the room was simple, it exuded a sense of homey warmth. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting speckled light and shadow in the air, as if the rhythm of life was slowly flowing in this quiet space. Edric scanned the room and saw wooden furniture, fabric curtains, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall, each appearing simple and pleasant.
His body was tightly wrapped in gauze, with each piece bearing witness to his wounds. Slowly, he tore off some of the gauze that hindered his movement, each tear causing a sharp pain, but he gritted his teeth and made no sound. He knew this was just the first step in his recovery; he had more to do.
He struggled to move to the edge of the bed, every movement causing him pain, but his eyes shone with determination. He propped himself up on the edge of the bed, allowing his legs to slowly slide onto the floor. He felt the coldness on the soles of his feet, but also sensed a hint of strength returning to his body.
Edric's body felt like it was being pricked by countless needles, and every movement was accompanied by a tearing pain. He couldn't help but let out a series of low, mournful cries, the kind of pain that made it almost unbearable for him. Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and a kind old man walked in. The old man's eyes were full of care and warmth as he looked at Edric and smiled, saying, "Oh, you're finally awake! I am the village chief. You've been sleeping here for a whole week."
Edric struggled to sit up, but the pain in his body forced him to slow down. As he looked at the old man in front of him, he felt an indescribable warmth. This suddenly reminded him of his family, of the days gone by, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
The old man walked to Edric's bedside, gently straightened his bedding, and then took out a small porcelain bottle, pouring out some medicine for him: "Drink this, it will make you feel better." His movements were gentle and slow, giving Edric a sense of unprecedented reassurance.
He took the medicine, drank it, feeling a slight spiciness in his throat, but then his body seemed to get some relief. He looked at the old man, filled with gratitude: "Thank you, old man."
The village chief shook his head, his face wearing a smile as gentle as a breeze, warm and kind. He said softly, "No need to thank us, we should be the ones thanking you. You and your friends, with courage, protected our village and drove away that terrifying lion. Such a good deed is something we cannot repay." His eyes sparkled with sincere light, giving off an undeniable feeling of authenticity.
He continued, "Moreover, you are a noble of the House of Heraldry, the guardian of Asra Planet. For a noble of the House of Heraldry to visit our remote village is our honor." His words carried not only respect but also a deep sense of admiration and gratitude.
Edric heard the village chief mention the House of Heraldry and his heart trembled. His face instantly turned dark, and the storm of sadness, anger, and disappointment in his eyes surged like a tempest. He struggled to suppress his emotions, but still couldn't control the storm of sadness and anger in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice, "How did you know I am from the House of Heraldry?"
The village chief was shocked by Edric's reaction. He didn't expect this young man to suddenly show such intense emotions. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "When you were unconscious, we found the House of Heraldry emblem on your body. And there are also family symbols on your clothes. We didn't mean to invade your privacy, we just wanted to find some clues to see if we could find your family or friends."
Edric listened and felt his anger subside. He knew the village chief meant well and had no ill intentions. Taking a deep breath, he softened his voice, "I'm sorry for my overreaction earlier. Mentioning my family just brought back some unpleasant memories."
The village chief nodded understandingly, his eyes showing kindness and empathy, "I understand. Everyone's past may be filled with difficulties and pain. But you should know that no matter what, you are welcome and respected here. You and your friend Feren have become heroes in our village." His words were sincere and filled with gratitude, leaving Edric feeling a sense of warmth.
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