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Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1655

Severin put two and two together after hearing the conversation. 'Is Gilda sick?' Severin wondered.

Though Gilda had a smile on her face when she saw Wuhlricht, Severin observed that the smile appeared forced. It was likely a conscious effort to prevent Wuhlricht from worrying too much about her.

Before Wuhlricht could say anything else, Gilda said, "But I've gotten over it, Dad. All humans eventually die. If I can't be cured, then so be it."

"Are you sick?" Severin frowned and observed Gilda's body intently. He could only frown after attempting to diagnose the issue because Gilda appeared entirely healthy. His medical knowledge proved scant in identifying her ailment, but there had to be an explanation as to why she would faint thrice in a day. Severin was puzzled as a result.

"Who is this?" Gilda wanted to shift the focus away from her health, so she turned her gaze toward Severin and asked about him.

Wuhlricht introduced Severin with a smile, "This is my senior's disciple, Severin. I've mentioned him to you before."

Gilda viewed Severin more highly after the instruction. "Your senior is a top talent in the realm of attainment, so his disciple must be a remarkable individual too."

They were both unaware that Severin had already progressed to a fourth-grade medium-rank alchemist, but Severin chose not to correct their misconception. "Your attainment level is incredibly high, Miss Gilda. Now that you're a level nine saint, it'll only take a bit of further effort for you to break through to level one royal saint."

Severin was the disciple of 'that man' after all, so Gilda was not surprised that Severin could gauge her attainment level so accurately. She smiled and said, "Hehe, I tend to faint very often, and there are times I may lapse into a coma. There's no point in becoming a royal saint if there's always a risk that I might collapse and never wake up. It would be laughable for me to collapse during a battle and die just like that."

Severin frowned at her statement and suggested, "I have some medical knowledge, but I can't identify the precise ailment you're suffering from without doing a more thorough examination. Would you like me to take your pulse and assess your condition? I might have a way of treating it."

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