Arde
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There was one small detail that Arde noticed at that mont.
Right next to Lukrov, there was a sword leaning against the wall. At first, she thought it had been left and forgotten there, but it seed too well prepared to be natural.
It was a long sword without a scabbard, polished and ready to be used.
It was both beautiful and sharp.
At the sa ti, Ardes instincts were filled with suspicion and doubt.
Indeed, in Lukrovs private quarters, there was a considerable assortnt of weapons. However, he had never brought them into Chizurus room. Even when he spent the night here, Lukrov sotis kept a dagger sowhere for self-defense, but he never placed it in plain sight.
For him, Chizurus room was sacred, not to be defiled with weapons.
That was it.
Sotis, when Chizurus breathing beca strained and faint, Lukrovs gaze would shift to the sword imdiately.
Arde closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, struggling to calm her grief-ridden mind.
This wasnt the ti to be crying.
If Chizuru did not make it, Lukrov was already prepared.
Arde couldnt say anything about it
no She didnt even know what to say.
The mont the beef soup arrived in the room, Arde approached Chizuru with a silver spoon.
She has to eat this.
Shall I do it?
Since Lukrov basically wanted to care for Chizuru himself, there was no need to ask anything. However, Arde asked only to be sure.
As expected, Lukrov shook his head.
Hand it to .
He carefully lifted Chizurus upper body and cushioned her back with a couple of soft pillows to give her more comfort.
He held Chizuru firmly by the shoulders with one arm and slowly brought the spoon to his lips with the other hand.
After blowing on the soup to cool it down to a suitable temperature, Lukrov whispered to Chizuru gently
as if to encourage her.
Just eat so of this, Chizuru, even if its just a little bit.
Chizurus consciousness seed to be foggy, and she could barely move aside from opening her eyes a crack. Lukrov placed the tip of the spoon against Chizurus lower lip.
At least, do it for .
Chizuru opened her mouth slightly.
He carefully poured so soup into it, and Chizuru managed to swallow a little bit of the amber liquid. She imdiately coughed and gasped in pain.
Lukrov tossed the spoon aside and wrapped his hands around Chizurus face in an affectionate gesture.
Good girl, Theres no need to rush. Lets drink slowly. I have all the ti in the world for you.
Instantly after Lukrov soothed her, Chizuru let out a heart-rendering sigh and leaned on his shoulder as if she were being pampered.
Chizuru took her ti and managed to drink about half of the bowl. Soon after, she sank into a heavy sleep, exhausted, and did not wake up for quite so ti.
One day passed in that manner.
As the second and third days progressed, there was a slight glimr of hope.
Her fever was still as high as ever and showed no signs of subsiding, but her conscious ti gradually increased with each passing day.
Estabelle would co to Chizurus room twice a day to check on her wounds, sterilize them, apply fresh herbs, and change the bandages. It was difficult to read the expression on the old womans face, which was covered with deep wrinkles, but even so, Arde felt that her expression was becoming sowhat calr, or was it just wishful thinking on Ardes part?
She hoped that this was not the case.
At least the wound did not beco infected as they feared. Also, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound seed to be slowly recovering.
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