The Mechanical Era

Kant found himself still inside the long presentation room, lying down on the table looking up at the stone ceiling of the room. The void weapons and crystals were immediately taken out of the room, and Kant was prompted to lie down on the table, which now acted as a makeshift hospital bed.

He had to remove his suit, shirt, tie, and undershirt, to allow the physicians to properly examine him. It ended up exposing the rather healthy body that he had maintained throughout his 16 years of existence. Though there wasn't any 6-pack present, he can be considered to be very healthy.

The entire room that Kant was located in was now surrounded by DEF agents, enacting as security guards. Nobody is allowed to go in, nor they are allowed to leave. Kant had to patiently wait for the physicians to arrive, where they will check on him and make sure that he was alright.

Kristina and Alan also waited for them to arrive, standing straight with their eyes focused on the door. Soon, the long-anticipated knock came. The door opened, allowing a few men wearing cloaks and carrying books and satchel bags to come inside.

They first walked up to the minister and director and shook their hands. The man in front had a giant white beard, that stretched all the way down to the floor, like an old wizard. Behind him were his younger disciples, all trained physicians.

"Greetings minister Alan Fleck and Director Kristina Robin. We came as fast as we could upon hearing what had happened. How is his majesty's condition?" one of the physicians asked.

"Well, his majesty appears to be alright but looks can be deceiving. Can you please check on him? We are going to be needing him in these hard times," Kristina asked.

"Oh of course! We shall!" the physician replied.

The physicians then strode over to Kant, who found himself surrounded by the physicians, all observing him to make sure he is alright, evaluating his health.

"Good morning, your majesty. How was your day today?" the physician asked. Kant's ventablack eyes moved to meet the eyes of the physician.

"Good morning doctor. Yes, it was alright. May I ask your name?" Kant replied calmly.

"Why of course! It is Doctor Frederick Shipman. Now, I want you to stay still. We are going to be examining you. Just pretend that we are not here. Alright?"

"Hm... Alright." Kant kept on looking at the ceiling while the physicians examined him. They noticed that he looked to be in fine health, all except his eyes. From the information they have on him, they immediately turned from jet-black to vantablack upon touching the void crystal.

After a surface examination, they checked to see if his vitals were in order. They checked his pulse with his hand, and they his breathing by turning him around and placing their ear on his back. At that point, Kant wished he had invented a vital medical instrument that would have prevented this whole occasion.

Any observations that had been made were written down in their books using a wooden pencil. So far, he is looking to be in perfect health. Once they finished, they moved on to the questioning.

"Alright. You appear to look fine. Now, we are going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them with clarity. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, doctor, you did."

"Excellent! Now, first question. How long did you touch the void crystal for?" Frederick questions Kant. One of the physicians immediately turns a page and writes down his question.

"I held the crystal for about a minute. From the looks of it, the places I had touched it have... smoothened out," Kant replied. Another physician wrote down Kant's answer to Frederick's question.

"Ok, not for too long then. That is good. So, how do feel? Are you feeling any symptoms, such as pain or weakness?"

"Weakness? No. I feel fine. More than fine."

"Can you elaborate?"

"I feel more energetic, more awake than before."

"Energetic?"

"Yes. When I first touched the Void Crystal, I felt this surge of energy go through me, as if I drank about 12 cups of coffee in an instant, without the bitter taste," Kant elaborated.

"Are you still as energetic as before?"

"Hm... sort of. It has dissipated, but only a little." Kant replied.

"Alright then. Moving on. Are you experiencing any unusual sensations?"

"Like what exactly?"

"Like tingling, numbness, or dizziness? You feel any of that?"

"I most certainly do not. I feel better than ever."

"Better than ever, I see. Have you noticed any changes in your vision or hearing? Has it gone better?"

"No. It is the same as before." Kant replied.

This conversation went back and forth as the physician ask an endless amount of questions to which Kant replied patiently and calmly. The others were focused on writing down the questions and answers in the book, before walking back to the minister and general director of the DEF.

"What is his condition?" the minister asks.

"We cannot say. He doesn't seem to experience any pain or sickness. I am not sure that there is anything that needs to be done," Frederick the physician replied earnestly.

"But isn't a void crystal dangerous to people who have mana reserves? Although we know the king does not have any, that we know of at least, he is the child of two powerful people who both possessed magic."

"From what we know, a void crystal is harmless to people without magic, so we can assume it is the same for the king.

The only way the crystal has affected him in any significant way that we know of is his eye color. Other than that, he seems to be perfectly healthy."

"Alright. That is good. Although, is there a cure for his eye color change?" the minister asks.

"Well... we could try bloodletting..." The moment that Frederick spoke out the word, Kant raised his voice to speak out.

"Excuse me, but I humbly deny that request. I do not desire to risk death to change my eye color back to normal," Kant proclaimed. He had already gotten up from the table and put back on his clothes.

"Well, if his majesty is refusing the bloodletting treatment, I can only recommend a single health potion. However, I think it would be best if we wait it out."

"Wait it out?" the minister asks.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom "Yes. Just wait and see if there are any long-term side effects. I can come back to examine him in a week if that is alright with you all." The minister and Director turned to Kant, who had just finished dressing back up.

"Yes, this is acceptable," Kant replied. With that, it was settled. The physician was let go, the demonstration was delayed until further notice, and Kant went back to his room, ready to start working again.

As he was starting back up again, he noticed that there was a small cut present on his finger. Kant opened up his drawer and look out a small glass veil containing a health potion. He takes out the pipette and put a few drops on his finger.

However, as he watches, the health potion does not seem to be working. Strange. He then looks at the potion itself and takes out another drop, but before he can apply more on his small wound, he had noticed it had already disappeared.