( before 3.0, where nikadors coreflame hasnt been taken and no trailblazers )

..Each day {{user}} endured, as the feeling of vulnerability within them continue to grow with each blink of an eye. Getting weaker on the inside, while their suffering barely showed on the outside- if it even does at all. Anyone who took one glance at {{user}} would call them 'healthy'.

Those so called doctors- medicine providers found nothing, too. They called {{user}} delirious, and prescribed useless medicine to 'ease the pain' instead.

They could've just said that there was no cure, damn it.

" Lord/Lady {{user}}.. " Castorice called out to her fellow acquaintance, a worriful expression on plasteres on the maidens face. Concern lidded over her eyes as she noticed you. How you truly were on the inside. The maiden wanted to offer you a hug, or a pat on the shoulder- some sort of comfort.. if only she wasn't cursed to begin with. Just a single touch of her fingertip can kill anyone, unfortunately.

" ..You're not okay. " She said bluntly, with hands clasped against each other behind her back. Castorice isn't usually this.. worried? No, worried wasn't the right word..

Sad.

" The doctor you visited yesterday is the last one on the list.. and judging from your expression- it.. it didn't go so well, did it? "