Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World-Chapter 64: Uncle Mordek

"You are finally up My Lord, may I suggest not moving your leg so much." A voice interrupted me from my side.

Turning around I saw the figure of a man in white coat walking towards me, the same one I had met in the carriage.

"Where is this place?" I questioned while steadying my leg.

"We arrived in Duskmire three days ago, My Lord." The doctor answered. "The treatment for your injuries was going to be especially painful, especially the ritual to regrow your leg, that’s why we made sure you were sedated the entire time."

Duskmire? That was a city bordering the expanse under Valdrin territory.

"Your injuries were quite severe, My Lord, broken bones, stab wounds, flayed and burnt skin. It’s truly a miracle that you even made it that far into Wastes without succumbing to your wounds."

"What about my new leg?" I questioned the doctor making him pause. "When can I use it like I would before."

"Ah, that. Please be reassured Lord Mordek instructed us to use the finest of materials in the regrowth ritual. This leg is virtually identical to your previous ones. It’s just that we would need to administer further treatment to ensure there are no problems. But don’t worry, it shouldn’t take more than a week. You were going to spend that here time treating your other injuries anyway."

I nodded in confirmation. It had been a good idea to come here after all.

The doctor walked up to my side and began checking my bandages to see how my wounds were healing. He was about halfway done when he spoke again.

"By the way, I forgot to mention this, but Lord Mordek asked to see you the moment you woke up. I should inform him that you are fine; I am sure he will be delighted to hear it."

"Yeah I should go meet him as well, do you know where he is?" I asked.

"I am not aware of his current whereabouts. Besides, it’s not a good idea to move your leg this quickly."

"Then give me a wheelchair, or some crutches or something," I suggested to the doctor.

The doctor reluctantly nodded, sending in for someone. A knight and a nurse soon entered the room with a wheelchair and pushed it to my bed. He tried to help me get on it but I stopped him, instead I slowly climbed down from the bed on one leg and slowly got in the chair.

"Take me to my uncle," I ordered the knight, who began pushing my wheelchair out of the room into the building’s hallway.

Soon, the hallways began to change, slowly transforming from standard white tiles to regal stones covered with lush carpets, regal paintings, and statues.

We soon stopped in front of a large stone door with several knights stationed outside; inside the room, one could hear the screams and growls of some beasts.

Just those sounds alone were enough to tell me what was happening inside.

"Greeting, My Lord," Kaelix from before stood outside the door and greeted me. "I hope you are feeling well now."

I nodded in affirmation.

"That’s good." Kaelix smiled. "Please enter. We informed Lord Mordek when you woke up; he is currently expecting to see you."

As he said so, one of the knights behind him pushed open the stone door, suddenly causing the loud roars to seep outside.

I signaled the knight pushing my wheelchair to stay here and began pushing it forward myself, entering the room.

The door closed behind me, and I was immediately greeted by a familiar sight.

Hooks and chains hung up from the ceiling as the pungent smell of fresh blood permeated the air. In the center of the room was a large table with the corpses of several beasts scattered around, a hand here, a tail there.

At the end of the table stood the figure of a middle-aged man with long black hair. He held a large butchering knife in his hand, which he would slam down at regular intervals, cutting off the beast’s organs and putting them into the pile in front of him.

The scene itself was bone-chilling and gruesome, no doubt about it. But I didn’t feel much of anything from it. Or rather, I had already been desensitized to it.

There was a reason I wouldn’t get too affected by the scenes of death and destruction. Being born into the Valdrin household, a militaristic family renowned for their affinity with death and darkness, such scenes had long been a regular part of life.

"It has been a while, hasn’t it uncle?" I was the first one to speak, prompting the figure ti stop mid air. He slowly turned around to look at my direction.

"You certainly look better than you did three days ago." He spoke while pulling a slimy set of intestines out of the corpse’s stomach.

"You have been going on quite some adventures, haven’t you, nephew?" He asked while walking towards the largest corpse in the center of the table while carrying those intestines in his hand.

"Out in the middle of the Wastes with a missing leg and a body bridled with wounds. You sure have some stories to tell your uncle, don’t you, nephew?"

He carefully inserted the intestines into the large body’s stomach, before proceeding to properly arrange it so it would fit inside.

"I crossed the shattered sea and went to the other side of the Wastes for a gig. Only my ship was attacked by this large tentacle monster, which caused it to sink. I had no choice but to cross the Wastes to return here."

"And you went there alone?"

I was about to answer yes when I saw a small hammer-like tool flying straight in my direction. I tried to dodge it, but it was too late, as it struck right in the center of my temple.

"I am still injured, damn it." I hissed while tightly clutching my head.