By the sixth day, I could move my arms and legs a little, but when I tried to stand up, it was impossible, my legs lacked the strength to support my weight. Well, it's obvious, I mean, I spent so much time agonizing that now I'm malnourished. But since not everything is bad news and I already had some mobility, as I could I let Danamus know that I needed some meat and luckily it seems that the young dragon already had everything ready.

The young one is wise and knows that a large piece of meat would be impossible for me to eat, so a small but juicy piece of meat with a bit of fat flew directly into my mouth. I didn't stop to think about the possibility that it was the meat that was responsible for my condition. I hadn't eaten anything solid for a long time, and right now I need to recover, regain energy and body mass, something that I will not get if I only eat fruits and water.

That little piece of corpse tasted glory. If my taste buds could speak, they would be praising me like a god right now. If I could speak, I would be thanking the provider of such a delicious delicacy, but as I've been reduced to a mime all I can do is gesture. I hope the young hunter can understand my gratitude conveyed through my gaze and doesn't think I'm ungrateful.

"....."

"Ooa"

"Guyar"

'Well, I had to put in a little effort, but it seems that he did understand me. It would be great if we could talk mentally'

The next day, the seventh day, feeling a little more strength in my legs and in my body in general, I started to do gentle exercises to regain mobility. Now I could lift my hands and with some effort, I could turn myself over. It was like learning to walk again. I also tried to sit up, but my spine lacked the solidity to stay upright. There were trees nearby to lean against, but I lacked the strength and the will to crawl towards them.

There's also the fact that I could hurt myself if I tried to crawl. Of course, I could ask Danamus for help, but since I have no voice and the few sounds I managed to make with effort were completely unintelligible, it's quite complicated to convey what I want. Sure, I still tried to ask him for help, but the young dragon didn't understand my plea for assistance and when I pointed to the tree, instead of taking me to the tree, he brought me fruits, so it was a failure.

The recovery is taking longer than I had initially thought. It's the eighth day and even though the exercises helped a bit, the most I can do is sit up, but I get tired after a few minutes. On the other hand, I feel that eating better has helped me to speed up my recovery, though since it has only been a day, it could well be just my superstitions. But my voice shows no signs of recovery, so I don't know whether to be in a good mood or not.

'I'm sitting and I'm still feeling tired *Haaa* I hope this is over soon'

I already had planned the steps to follow once I regained my faculties. I thought about resuming the experiments right now, but with how weak my body is at the moment, it would be a big risk if the result was the same as this time. Well, it's better not to tempt fate, I mean, he never liked me and I know he'd be happy to see me suffer again.

The first step would be to divide the experiment into three parts. The first part will be the goat meat plus dragon's blood and if it shows the same result, it will be clear that it's the guilty combination of my current suffering. But in case they are not the expected results, the second part is to test the stones. I can't eat them directly, but I can suck on them or ask Danamus to turn them into fragments or rock flour. And if none of them show optimal results, the last thing is to repeat the same mixture.

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'Hopefully I won't die, and if I do, may it be without pain. But if possible, and if it's not too much to ask, I would like to remain alive, Mrs. Life. Thank you'

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Despite how boring as it is to be lying down without being able to move, the time elapsed quickly, of course, sleeping also helped. The recovery was progressive but slow, the body activated a part as the days went by, it also took twice the time I had originally thought, but even with the time that has passed my voice still shows no signs of improvement, apparently it was what suffered the most in this session, which worries me a little, but I still remain calm about it.

Fourteen days had passed when I was finally able to get back on my feet, albeit with some difficulty. I don't feel weak though, so I assume it's because my body's muscles have forgotten how to walk and are now struggling to regain their previous mobility, which makes sense. I mean, maybe it wasn't a long time, but the torture I suffered was no small thing, so I'm in no hurry and according to my calculations, I should be able to walk normally tomorrow.

In the end, sixteen days was all I needed to be able to stand stably, and it was not until the eighteenth day that I fully regained my faculties, except for my voice. I don't know if I'm bad at calculating or life is playing a joke on me, but since it's easier to blame others for your mistakes, let's just say It's life that hates me and wants to see me suffer.

Anyway, during this time, I'd already managed to regain a lot of my muscle mass, so starting the next experiment wouldn't be a problem, just eating and sleeping do their thing with fat. But since I was exercising throughout the recovery time, the fat didn't get out of control. Though for what's next, I don't know if it would have been better to accumulate fat like bears.

To be honest, it would match my current appearance as I look like a bear with the amount of hair that grew, but before any experiment, it's necessary to see if I got any benefit or without my knowledge I am becoming a masochist and all the pain I had to endure was for nothing. The senses were the first to recover, so I decided to start with them.

As I could already walk, I took a short stroll, but the city doesn't seem to have changed much.Though the plants from the initial experiments are all adults and bearing fruit, something in common is that the fruits of these trees are bigger. The plants themselves haven't changed much, but if you look closely, you'll notice subtle differences compared to the other trees in the area, such as the veins on the leaves.

Though the leaves are still green, the veins on the other hand have a slight gray tint that differentiates them from the other trees Their wood is also harder compared to the others, I could verify this by the amount of force Danamus needed to exert with his nails to pierce them, but it seems to be only slightly harder. Additionally, if its branches are turned into firewood, the fire lasts longer burning, that is, the wood takes longer to finish, and the smoke gives a sweet aroma very similar to incense.

'Well, now I have another source of income. I could use the wood to make scented furniture and the small branches as high quality incense. Sure, they will be products for the rich, but I don't think there will be a problem selling them. But this step, before I become a wizard, I'll have to become a merchant'

The fruits remain just as I remember them, sweet and big, but that's about it. After that little detour, I headed towards the castle. I mean, if there's one place to check if my eyesight has improved, it's the prairie and the distant forest, and the best place to observe both is in the panoramic view offered by the central tower of the castle.

Now that I think about it, it's curious, the tallest tower in a castle inhabited by a fierce dragon. Does that mean I'm the princess? Will I have to wait for the gallant prince to come to my rescue? Though, well, if you think about it in detail, it wouldn't be a bad option, I mean, I'd just have to wait lying down for the prince to do his job. Sure, I'll be like an object you pick up at the store, like a sex doll, but those are just small and insignificant details, I mean, he's a prince.

Even though it seems like the prince in charge of my rescue is such an imbecile that he got lost on the way. And if I decide to wait for him, by the time the imbecile arrives, I'll already be just bones, so while it's an option, it's not very reliable.

'In the end, I will have to free myself from this prison, but you will regret it, prince. You'll miss a good man and because of your ineptitude, you won't have my love, you son of a bitch'