Beast Gacha System: All Mine

She needed to establish herself before that little girl appeared.

In the end all she had was herself. She came all this far by herself. Getting close to Nikolas, reminding Arzhen of his love for her, she had gone this far because of herself.

She shouldn’t have lowered her guard yet.

But at the same time, this thing that had infected them, whatever illness this was, she needed to fix this first. She couldn’t prophesy if she was... hysterical. She couldn’t protect herself if she was mad.

Tap—

Ruby flinched, her whole body jerking against the restraints again.

A man had entered the room before Arzhen could ask her more questions. He wore the plain robes of a temple healer, his dark hair neatly styled back, and his expression calm and professional.

Father Rohan.

Seeing her conscious, he turned immediately to Arzhen.

"Your Highness, please call someone to summon me when something as important as the Saintess regaining consciousness happens," he said.

His voice was respectful but completely without fear. He spoke to Arzhen Vasiliev as though he were merely a visiting relative who had forgotten to inform the nursing staff.

Arzhen looked at the healer with condescending eyes, his jaw tight. But he said nothing.

"Saintess, how are you feeling?" Father Rohan asked, already leaning in to check her pulse, her temperature, her pupils. "You still... look unwell. Do you want to return to sleep? I will give you a calming medicine."

"No—no, no, thank you. I want to... I want to keep conscious," Ruby said, her voice still hoarse and trembling.

"Ruby... how about you listen to what the healer says—" Arzhen reached out his hand toward her.

It was a gentle gesture, meant to be comforting. But sudenly, Ruby flinched away.

Her body recoiled before her mind could stop it, her shoulders hunching, her bound wrists pulling against the linen ties. Arzhen froze, his eyes widening with shock. But Ruby’s face, he realized... her face was even more shocked than his.

She hadn’t meant to do that. She didn’t know why she had done that.

"It’s alright, my Prince. If the Saintess wants to remain conscious, it’s actually a good thing," Father Rohan said smoothly, stepping into the awkward silence.

"Didn’t you see how the two of us might have gotten the same illness?" Arzhen snapped, his composure cracking. "This is not natural! We were both struck down at the same time, with the same symptoms! I know best how it feels. Just make her rest!"

Rohan didn’t answer immediately. Ruby, too, looked at him, wondering if the healer agreed with the speculation she was surprised Arzhen had voiced. She had felt it too, and apparently he was feeling the same.

After a long breath, Rohan shook his head. "It might look the same, but it should be different."

BAM!

Arzhen slammed his fist against the bedside cabinet, the wood rattling under the force of the blow. "This could be sorcery!"

But at the sound and the sudden violence—

"AH!"

The explosive outrage Arzhen displayed made Ruby curl up, her body folding inward like a flower at dusk. A thin, keening whimper escaped her throat.

"A-aaa-aaaa—" Her eyes were wide and wet, her pupils blown, her entire frame trembling with irrational fear.

Arzhen turned to her, and his eyes faltered. The anger drained from his face as quickly as it had come. "I-I’m sorry, Ruby, I was just..."

Rohan shook his head slowly, then calmly took hold of the situation. "Your Highness, please head outside first. I will follow you shortly and explain what I think to you."

"You—!" Arzhen nearly spat again, his pride stinging and his temper flaring. But Rohan met his gaze with a sincere nod.

"Saintess," Rohan turned back to Ruby, his voice softening. "Perhaps just a medicine to calm the nerves, one that won’t cause drowsiness. How about that?"

Ruby, still trembling and making small, frightened sounds in the back of her throat, looked up at him. Slowly, she nodded. "T... thank you."

"Please stay strong, Saintess."

"Y-yes."

Arzhen had no choice but to stand and reluctantly leave the room. He had never been dismissed so thoroughly in his life. Never did he feel so squarely slapped in the face. Not even when his own father had practically disowned him.

But he didn’t know why he felt, infuriatingly, that whatever this Father Rohan said would make sense.

His dignity and pride had been trampled, set aside like an afterthought, and yet he felt helpless.

Just because he needed his medicine... Just because this unassuming healer held the key to the only treatment that kept him functioning!

And the worst part... was that he couldn’t even argue!

Seeing Arzhen’s back retreating through the doorway, Father Rohan turned to Ruby with a deeply worried expression. His dark eyes studied her face. "You seemed to react when he moved toward you. Is there something wrong?"

The flinches. Of course Rohan would notice. The observation made Ruby’s already pale face go paler still. "N-no! I... I don’t know what happened, but my body... maybe I just... maybe I’m just being overstimulated..."

Her voice trailed off, weak and unconvincing even to her own ears.

"Please untie these..." She lifted her bound wrists, the linen strips rustling against the bedframe. The gesture was meant to be commanding. She was the Saintess, after all. But it came out as a plea.

Father Rohan looked at her, and then his frown deepened with an even more profound worry. "How about the medicine first?"

Ruby stared at the healer incredulously. What was the meaning of this? She had given him an order!

She was the Saintess, the highest holy authority in the temple, and he was merely a contract healer. Yet he was refusing to untie her? Keeping her bound like a prisoner in her own bed?!

"Saintess, I will tell you since you seem not to remember what happened," Rohan said gently. "You suddenly screamed in the middle of the night just a few hours ago, while clutching your neck very, very hard."

Ruby’s eyes widened. So the strong instinct to clutch her neck earlier... it had not been only in her mind. Her body had been acting it out. Her hands had been trying to hold her head in place, and last night, she did so violently?

"Now, do you understand why we took this measure?" Father Rohan asked quietly.

Ruby felt as though her pride had been struck with a hammer. Shame drowned her in waves, pulling her under into a sea of imagined horrors.

People seeing her like that. The priestesses, the acolytes, the temple guards.

They had all seen her screaming like a madwoman, clawing at her own throat, thrashing on the floor like an animal in its death throes?

The humiliation was so horrifying that for a moment she couldn’t breathe.

"Just what Vision did the gods show you, Saintess?" Father Rohan shook his head slowly, full of heartfelt concern. "Please, please take care of your health and consider talking to a wise psychology doctor. I will ask the Head Priest to find the best. An old healer from a Wereowl Tribe might..."

"That’s not needed!" Ruby’s voice came out sharper than she intended, cracking on the last word.

She was deeply offended. This was clearly questioning her sanity.

Was he going to call her mad? Spread rumors that the Saintess had lost her mind?

She could see it already. The whispers in the corridors, the sideways glances, the slow erosion of everything she had built...

...again.

It was happening again, and even more shameful than the first—

"Saintess..." Father Rohan’s frown deepened, his worry seemed too genuine. "If the Visions were too much, it might damage your heart. Even the strongest mind would break. It’s not something to be underestimated."

No!

What she had felt wasn’t a Vision. It was a memory—though she didn’t know where it had come from.

She had only ever experienced one life before she regressed, and she didn’t remember her head ever being ripped from her body. She would have remembered that, because she would’ve died!

Unless... unless she had regressed more than once. Unless her previous deaths had been so terrible that her mind had blocked them entirely, burying them beneath layers of forgotten time until something... had cracked the seal and let the memories bleed through?

That was when Rohan handed her a small potion bottle. The liquid inside was an unremarkable color, neither glowing nor shimmering, nothing like the legendary Healing Elixir that had saved the Third Prince’s life.

But perhaps not all potions needed to be remarkable to be effective.

Ruby drank it at once.

Right.

This time, she would genuinely prophesy something horrifying.

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