Dauntless God Of War

Luna was equally confused by Harold's words.

"Pfft!"

"This fellow must be crazy."

After a few moments of silence, the patients were amused and laughed.

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Harold tried to explain himself when he saw their mocking expressions. They clearly didn't believe his words.

The young man, who Luna was attending to, asked teasingly, "Do you also provide psychiatric treatment here, Dr. Leiden?"

"Pay him no mind. He suffered a concussion and is not quite right in the head," Luna whispered to the patients.

Harold scowled upon hearing that.

"Do you not believe me too, Dr. Leiden?" he asked through gritted teeth while standing behind Luna.

"Mister, the God of War is the national hero of Chanaea. Impersonating him could get you in a lot of trouble," Luna chastised Harold, annoyed at his delusional words.

"I'm telling the truth. The God of War in Dellmoor is an imposter. I am the real God of War!"

Panicking at the doctor's disbelief despite his efforts to explain himself, Harold raised his voice at Luna as if trying to convince her through the volume of his voice.

Seeing how persistent Harold was, Luna said solemnly, "Enough. Since you claim to be the God of War, then answer me this: what is your real name? Where are you from?"

"Erm..."

The question stumped Harold.

He could not even recall his name, let alone anything else.

The only thing he was certain about was his identity as the God of War.

"You can't even answer that, can you? Go lie down. I'll give you a full body examination when I'm finished here."

Without another word, Luna disregarded Harold, who was wearing an awkward expression, and resumed her work.

The other patients, too, looked sympathetically at Harold.

All of them thought he was insane.

Harold felt helpless when he realized that none of them believed him.

He even began to question himself, wondering if he was really the God of War.

Perhaps I have developed such a notion because of my admiration for him.

With that thought nagging him, Harold shook his head and returned to the ward, where he continued to ponder his identity.

At that moment, several luxury cars pulled up at the entrance of the clinic. Half a dozen men emerged and stormed aggressively into Luna Clinic.

"Get out here, Luna Leiden, you quack!" they shouted at Luna before even arriving at the entrance of the clinic.

The voices immediately drew the attention of everyone in the clinic.

"May I ask what this is pertaining to?" Luna asked with a frown. The bristling men did not seem to have come for a consultation.

"My father had a fever. Instead of getting better after taking the medicine you prescribed, he got worse and is now in the hospital. I'll tear your godd*mn clinic apart and put you behind bars if you can't explain yourself!"