"Your highness, how may I assist you? I am at your service," Isidoro eagerly offered.

"Let's be direct. You're facing an illness that doctors cannot diagnose, correct?" I asked.

"Yes, your highness, but how did you..." Isidoro's voice trailed off, his expression puzzled.

"You're dying," I stated plainly, noting the erratic flow of his mana. Despite the severity of his illness, there was hope for recovery if I could stabilize his mana leakage and administer appropriate treatment.

Isidoro's eyes widened in shock, understandably overwhelmed by the gravity of my diagnosis. Breaking such news was always challenging, but I had grown weary of the aristocratic pretense that often obscured truth in this world.

"I can heal you," I offered, sensing his mix of astonishment and gratitude.

"With all due respect, your highness..." Isidoro began hesitantly.

"Your loyalty entitles you to knowledge of my plans, but remember our pact; discretion is vital unless I permit disclosure for strategic reasons. Betrayal will have consequences," I cautioned, detecting a glimmer of hope in Isidoro's eyes.

"Shall we proceed with your treatment? There is much to discuss," I prompted.

"I am ready, your highness," Isidoro replied, his determination clear.

"Please, remove your shirt," I instructed, causing Isidoro to blush and recoil, misunderstanding my intent.

"Don't worry, nothing inappropriate is intended," I reassured him, sensing his embarrassment. "I merely need to assess your mana flow."

Grateful for his compliance, I began my examination, guiding him through controlled breathing exercises to facilitate the process. Injecting a trace of my own mana, I pinpointed the source of his imbalance, inadvertently absorbing fragments of his memories due to a minor disruption in his mana pathways. It became apparent that the leakage was occurring within his brain's mana pathways, hence the unexpected overflow of memories.

"What in the world?" I exclaimed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of information.

Isidoro was no ordinary individual; he possessed the dormant power of House Hangin, a lineage tracing back to the Varala Kingdom's origins and blessed by Bathala. As a child, Isidoro had unknowingly awakened this power, enabling him to communicate with and influence animals, granting them and selecting individuals the gift of good fortune akin to the fabled Midas touch. It explained his affinity with merchants and shed light on his current situation.

"Isidoro, I have inadvertently accessed your memories. Now, I require the truth. Your loyalty binds you to disclose all," I insisted, eager to unravel the mystery surrounding his past.