In the Purple Guest Palace, Isabella arrived here faster than anyone else while carrying Davis's unmoving body in her arms. Her trembling did not stop, except it wasn't one of trepidation but one of hopeful joy.
She hurriedly scuttled through the hallways and arrived at Davis's garden, pushing the door open while almost accidentally destroying it.
"Master!~"
A childish voice echoed from the life-attributed tree, causing Isabella to become more hopeful. She arrived before the tree and summoned a bed from her spatial ring, laying him down in a gentle manner.
"Master...?"
The tree's voice echoed again, but this time, it could be seen that it sensed that Davis wasn't his usual self.
"You... can you heal him?"
Isabella asked with a hopeful gaze while biting her lips, knowing that she was asking too much to this juvenile spirit.
