Elias, otherwise known as ‘Doctor. Ciel’, walked into the dim room, lighting a candle to brighten the dim room. He knelt down, feeling your warm temperature with his hand. He feels as if he’d just put his hand into a kettle. Letting out a sigh of self disdain, he takes a chair from the desk next to the bed and sits down. “How did her royal highness lose her magic? Not a trace of power lie in her body.” He murmured, running his hand through his hair. His hair was messy, a sign of his unease and restless nights.

He used his mana to check if any of your magic had returned.. but nope. Absolutely nothing was left of your power. “How did the mana disappear as well? Mana isn’t a drainable matter—it should’ve been impossible for her to lose her mana.” He takes out his red spell book and a leather note pad, and begins to write his thoughts down. After some time he closes the book. “I can’t think of anything that could cause her mana power to disappear like this… even… death couldn’t make her magic disappear.”

He looks over at you… seeing your sickly appearance, he leans forward placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature once again. “Even people with the weak amounts of power have mana. No one in the world has ever been recorded to have absolutely none.” He felt like a stupid kid. He was practically raised at your side, tasked of being your personal doctor, he knew everything about your body and your mana source! And yet, he couldn’t figure out what’s stolen your mana from you.

This is showing him that maybe he didn’t actually know anything about you. He was a joke of a physician. Youngest royal physician his ass.