Eventually the festival outing with Lady Sagrina, which was scheduled for the next day, had to be delayed to a few days later. The lady sent her a get-well-soon card.
On the second day of her bedrest, soone visited her in person.
“Saintess Evanessa.”
It was Daniel, who Evanessa hadn’t seen since the welcoming ceremony. Evanessa, who had barely managed to crawl to the parlor, smiled weakly.
“I didn’t expect you to visit.”
Evanessa was having a hard ti because of her muscle strain, and her voice ca out hoarse. Daniel shook his head with a serious expression.
“It looks like I’ve disturbed you when you should still be resting.”
“Even if this were my deathbed, I would be glad to see you Daniel.. Just seeing you here gives strength.”
It felt like she was seeing her one way ticket ho.
Seeing Evanessa seriously confess her feelings, Daniel bit his lips and turned his head.
“Saintess, even in this condition, you are still in a good mood. I should follow your example.”
“….Which part?”
“I heard that you and Lady Sagrina will be going out in three days.”
Daniel avoided the question.
“I will be in charge of escorting you two on that day.”
“Ah, is that…so?”
Evanessa didn’t know what to expect; as in the ga’s original storyline, she would never go out with the lady. She didn’t think that Daniel, the busy commander of the knights, would beco their escort as a result of her choice.
‘Of course. This has to be the power of the heroine?’
As she had chosen to go out with Beatrice, Daniel would accompany them like an awkward third wheel. Evanessa had a bad feeling that other dangerous people would also follow along, but she tried to ignore it.
“Then, I will see you on that day. Thank you for visiting today.”
Evanessa waved as she saw Daniel off. Daniel had a strange look on his face once again. By now, Evanessa felt like she could get a rough idea of what the expression ant.
‘You’re holding back your laughter, aren’t you?’
Evanessa stored the fact that Daniel was the type to laugh pointlessly in her mind, as she went back to her bedroom. She felt awfully drowsy as soon as she swallowed the dicine prescribed by the Doctor along with so porridge.
That night, a silent guest arrived at Evanessa’s bedside while she was asleep under the influence of the dicine.
White clothing swept across the moonlit floor. Long, white hair, like snow, draped over the bedsheets.
The man tilted his head after he lifted the canopy and placed his hand on Evanessa’s forehead.
“Her recovery is slow.”
It had already been a long ti since her body, which had been full of mana, had purged itself of everything except what it needed for survival.
The Saintess, who he had thought was raised as the temple’s last resort firepower, had actually fallen so weak.
Soone with the ability to freely absorb mana, the basis of all magic, sounded like they would be the equivalent of a human bomb. All one would have to do was infuse all that mana into a pre-drawn magic circle. As such, she had the potential to beco the worst weapon in human history.
However, the ‘current’ Saintess did not seem to know how to properly use mana.
“Hmmm.”
The man tapped his lips with his index finger. There was one reason that he could guess for this. If his hypothesis was true, it seed that this could be an excellent case study for his ongoing research.
The man’s lips pulled up in the corners as he looked down at the sleeping saintess.
Only
“I’m looking forward to the future.”
***
The illness contracted at the Magic Tower miraculously disappeared the day before her eting Lady Sagrina. Feeling good for the first ti in a while, Evanessa dismissed her maids and took a stroll in the garden of the villa.
“I thought I was going to die.”
At this point, Evanessa thought that she should really make a physical fitness schedule to follow.
‘There’s no such thing as Pilates here, right?’
Even if there was, with Evanessa’s flexibility, it was impossible for her.
‘What kind of exercise do people in this world do?’
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