"Kid, my daughter's life is no joke. I tried, Ainz tried." She pointed to the black obsessed mage. "Are you sure?"
"She tried?!" Lith thought. "Solus, didn't you tell me she had just a red mana core?"
"Indeed, and is still red."
"Try scanning her clothes, accessories, anything that doesn't have any mana."
"Her barrette!" Solus exclaimed. "It has no magic flow, but that's impossible! This means that even items capable of hiding one's talents do exist."
"Forgemaster is definitely a specialization we have to take."
"Pretty sure. I will be back in a week and…" Lith tried to move, but the Marchioness stood in his way.
"If what you say is true, you'll stay here and cure her as soon as you are finished, not a second later!"
Lith was enraged even more, he was being taken hostage by a grief-struck madwoman abusing her power, but remained silent. Both Count's Lark and his family were in danger.
When Marchioness Distar noticed Lark's shocked gaze, she had already gone too far.
"It is never wise mistreating a healer, my liege." Ainz used one of his personal spells, sending in her ear a whisper that only the Marchioness could perceive.
"Healers tend life, but how you relate to them changes their attitude and care toward their patients. If Manohar is unavailable in the future, if this Lith can actually do what he says, do you really want to make an enemy out of him?"
"Please, save my daughter." The Marchioness said with a deep bow. "If you manage to heal her, I will send you to whatever academy of your choice. I swear to the gods."
"This is much better." Lith thought.
The following week was pretty stressful for him. Being paranoid, he was sure the Marchioness or one of her servants would spy on him 24/7. Lith had to sleep every night, and spent the following days pretending to experiment with hand signs and accents.
He could actually cure the girl right off the bat, but that would have been too fast. Lith had followed Count Lark's advice, preparing himself for revealing at least part of his talent.
When Manohar was his age, he had solved a similar case in less than three days. Lith didn't want to appear as good as him, so he took as reference another contemporary great healer whose records were stored in Soluspedia.
"I can't be too much of a genius, but being average is out of question. To achieve what I want I must be treasured, but not envied or used as a paragon. Scoring 90/100 is more than enough for my needs."
A week later, he entered again in the young lady's bedroom, under the eyes of her family and Ainz.
Lith first put his hand on her sternum, taking control of her mana flow and forcing the poison to move in a single spot before extracting it.
Then, he made it float in a bubble, before dripping it in a vial he had made prepare beforehand.
After that, Lith executed his best healing spell, closing the wound in one go, without leaving a mark or a scar.
The girl immediately regained a healthy pink colour, her breathing turned from quick and shallow to strong and steady.
Marchioness Distar couldn't believe her eyes. She quickly unwrapped the gauze, barely giving Lith and the male side of the family the time to turn around.
Doing it left him full of regrets.
"Be strong, old man. We are still physically young, there are still plenty of wonderful breasts waiting for us in this new world. Think of it as an investment. It's better to start our relationship with our new backer with a clean slate."
While the Marchioness was hugging her daughter, sobbing, Ainz took the poison to analyse it, while Lith exited the room, waiting for the permission to go back home.