"Are you messing with me?" "No sir, I am not. You stayed one night at the hospital all inclusive with meals, drinks, quarterly check ups etc. the total bill is at $4932,93"

"It was for one night I was not even willing to stay. I was kidnapped!"

"Mr. Zerdas, Sir, will you pay by card or cash?" I let my frustration out on the nurse as she bills me a ridiculous amount of money for a one night stay at the private neruv corporation hospital.

"No, listen to me...", as I prepare myself to dish out tens of reasons as to why this is ridiculous, I hear footsteps behind me.

"Ms. Nurse, apologies for disrupting your energetic discussion with patient Mr. Zerdas, but this bill will be on the house. He is in service of the main family of Ilyren.", an old, really skinny doctor intervened in our conversation stopping it midway.

That doctor looks more like he already has both feet in his grave than being alive. Only skin and bones, like a shell of what he once used to be.

The nurse simply nodded, visibly reliefed at the end of the conversation and tipped on the pc.

" Mr. Zerdas, follow me." With that, the doctor turns around and starts walking to the exit.

I was momentarily overwhelmed by his swift entrance and follow after him. "May I inquire what your name is?"

"You may not, Mr. Zerdas. As far as you are concerned, I am a human doctor in the private neruv corporation hospital. Now, here is the exit. I wish you all the best being in the service of Ilyren. May we not meet again. "

And with that, the doctor shut the door with a slam behind me.

"Look, he just got kicked out of the hospital." "Eh really?" "Yes, just look. He still has hospital clothes on him and the door got shut before his nose haha."

"Oh, you are right. Hey, does he not look a little bit dumb to you? Like, mentally ill? The way he is standing there and staring at us. As if he could understand us." "No, you are imagining things." "Huh? I am imagining things? Come here for a second. I am going to imagine my fist into your face." "You are imagining your fist into my face? Take care I am not imagining my foot into your ass."

Once outside, I immediately hear people gossip about my strange attire, hospital clothes. Normally, only wealthy people enter and exit this hospital so seeing someone leave with the official hospital clothes was an extremely rare occurence.

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Those stares and hushed voices get on my nerves, but before I lash out at them, I left. Hurriedly. I would only look like a monkey if I openly get mad at them. I make my way to the train station, as the hospital was near the middle of the city and it takes around 30 minutes to get to my temporary home at the edge of the city by train.

Once I take a seat at the train station, I mused about the recent happenings. Seems like Vivana kidnapped me while I showered but why would she take me to the hospital? On top of that, I felt weak and lethargic upon waking up as if I had a lot less blood in my body than before. Besides Ilyren is a vampire family. I have to ask Ters for more details on vampires, my living encyclopedia. Maybe he forgot something to mention when I asked him before I did my assassination. Hopefully he is alright, I completely forgot him in the stress of the situation.

While waiting for the train to arrive, I recognize a ratkin. An old one, smoking a surprisingly expensive brand of cigar with an annoyed expression on his face. Out of boredom and needing something else to focus on, I decide to approach him.

"Greetings to you.", I call out to him.

"King of the Somara lands." "Oh, you again. The noisy human thing. Go away, I do not have time for your petty tricks your kin so often uses."

"You look annoyed. What happened?" "Annoyed? Me? No, I am just thinking about something."

"About your time as a king of the Somara lands?"

"The king, not a king. The king. And no, not about that." He stops speaking, takes a huff of his cigarette and mulls again. I look at him out of the corner of my eye. Once some time passes, I prepare myself to leave and let him think, but then he starts to speak again.

"You know, before the great fusion, our kin used to be livestock for the pussytribe." "Pussytribe? Do you mean the catpeople?" "Bah, catpeople, pussytribe, all the same. They toyed with us, used us as playthings for their young ones. Took our poison and used it as appetizer for their meals. There were multiple rebellions lead by fellow kin. All were squashed. At least, till I came..."

"Old man, I hate to interrupt you, but my train arrived." "Huh, always in such a hurry. Goodbye young man. May we meet again."

While I board the train, I think to myself: He did not look as deranged as the last time. Though there is no way he is Aszern, the king of the somara lands. He as the king should not be in Fentun, waiting for the train completely alone.

At most, he was a subordinate of Aszern that delusioned himself into being the king.