In that very instant, Movira’s arm swiftly wrapped around her waist and hauled her back, bringing her once more into the warm covers.
Seraphina let out a low cry, about to fall.
“Careful.” Movira’s voice sounded by her ear.
Seraphina leaned against Movira’s chest, still a little shaken, her heart racing.
It was not only because she had nearly fallen, but even more from the fear of that powerlessness.
She looked down at her faintly trembling legs, strong worry entering her voice:
“I… what’s wrong with me? Why is there no strength at all in my legs?! I can’t even stand steadily… Movira, have I caught some strange illness? Why is it like this? I clearly didn’t do anything!”
Looking at the terrified appearance of Seraphina in her arms, Movira reached out and soothingly patted the other’s back. “Don’t overthink it. Mm… I’ll have Erasia come take a look at you.”
She was indeed a little worried.
Although last night… there had been reasons, Seraphina’s body was inherently more delicate than ordinary people’s.
Movira was also clear about her own strength and feared she had been too rough without realizing it. If she had truly left Seraphina with some bad symptoms…
Before long, Erasia’s knock sounded outside the door.
After receiving permission, Erasia pushed the door open and entered.
Within the Demon King’s Castle, unless she needed to appear in some “agent” capacity, she always wore maid outfits of various styles.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness.” She bowed in salute.
“Erasia, Seraphina is feeling a little unwell. Take a look at her.”
“Yes.” Erasia walked over. “Your Highness, please relax. I will examine you.”
Although Erasia still did not give Seraphina a very comfortable feeling—if there was a reason, it was probably the vigilance of not wanting to be seen through, after all almost no one could read what Erasia was thinking inside—
that was no reason to doubt the other’s medical skill.
Seraphina still cooperatively extended her hand.
As white magic flowed through various parts of her body, Erasia’s expression remained completely unchanged.
It felt as though even if Seraphina were on her deathbed, she would not show anything in advance.
Of course, this time there was nothing of the sort.
“Mm… please rest assured. Your Highness’s body has no major issues. The current weakness and soreness are mainly due to… physical exhaustion from overexertion, somewhat similar to the collapse after strenuous exercise. Rest will allow recovery.”
Experienced physicians could often judge through this simple magic… exactly what had been done.
Erasia was no exception, yet her wording was extremely cautious, perfectly avoiding every term that might cause embarrassment, and without any excess tone.
Even so, Seraphina still vaguely felt that the phrase “overexertion” was a little strange.
She had clearly done nothing yesterday?
But since the cause had been made clear, she was no longer so worried.
“So it was just being too tired…” Seraphina muttered softly, pinching her still-sore waist. “Looks like having a nightmare also consumes quite a bit of energy and stamina…”
The examination was finished, yet Erasia did not leave immediately and instead continued:
“Your Highness, first thing this morning, Saint Eustacia went to find Lina.”
Seraphina started in surprise and, no longer caring about the soreness in her body, abruptly propped herself up to ask urgently: “What happened?! Didn’t I specifically instruct Saint Eustacia not to go find Lina during this period?”
“She did go, but Lina did not see her. She was turned away at the door.” Erasia added another sentence, still calm and without waves. “Judging from Saint Eustacia’s expression when she left, she likely will not let the matter rest.”
“Then what about Lina? How is Lina?” Rather than caring about Saint Eustacia, Seraphina was more concerned with Lina’s reaction.
“Lina did not have any particularly intense reaction. She only told Saint Eustacia through the door not to come again. Other than that, there were no further actions.”
Hearing this, Seraphina’s nerves eased a little and she let out a breath, falling back into the soft embrace once more.
“That’s good… as long as no conflict broke out.”
With both tasks completed, Erasia took her leave.
Once more only the two of them remained in the room.
After a moment of silence, Seraphina stared blankly up at the ceiling and sighed a little dejectedly:
“So I have to stay in bed the whole day today? Like I’m paralyzed…”
Movira leaned down. “What’s so bad about that? You can just rest properly.”
“But…” Seraphina furrowed her brows. “There are still some things… I need to go see Lina, and I still have to give Saint Eustacia a few more instructions so she won’t…”
“Why do you need to see so many people? Isn’t seeing only me enough?” Looking at this stubborn appearance of hers, Movira suddenly interrupted her.
Seraphina failed to react for a moment to the particular flavor contained in those words and subconsciously refused along the same lines: “No! I…”
Before the words finished, she met Movira’s narrowed eyes.
The light flickering within them left her dazed for a moment.
Movira timely steered the topic elsewhere, making Seraphina realize that in her current state, never mind walking to the study, even getting out of bed was fraught with difficulty.
“But right now… do you really have the ability to walk over there?”
She tried several times and still lost to reality, yet if she wanted a once-and-for-all solution, she definitely could not bring herself to ask for it.
She could only curse that hateful “nightmare” in her heart! Yet at present there was no other way…
“Um… you…” She opened her mouth, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, then quickly closed it again after speaking, as if weighing something inside.
Finally she gathered her courage, her voice a little trembling, soft and sticky, embarrassment reaching the extreme.
“…Could… could you carry me over… all right? My… legs are soft… I can’t walk…”
By the end she had almost buried her face into the quilt, only a pair of moist eyes left showing as she secretly observed Movira’s reaction.
Seeing that the other showed no intention of responding, anxiety rose in her heart and she added another sentence in a self-abandoning manner: “Ple… please… Sister~”
That call of “Sister” left even Seraphina herself a little stunned.
It was soft and gentle, completely unlike her usual image!
Yet Movira ate it up completely.
Hearing that address, her heart melted.
Seraphina was truly adapting more and more!
Movira no longer teased her. “All right. Then hurry and change your clothes. We’ll leave right away.”
Before Seraphina could recover from the tone she had just used, Movira had already found clothes for her.
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