"Your majesty, how are you feeling?"
"I'm alright, Sheila."
Sheila glances to the king's pale face slowly gaining its color as magic circles lit up to his skin. The incantations she made was working. The markings were similar to a disappearing tattoo.
"Your body is requiring more and more enchantments," Sheila utters. "Nightmare is taking so much toll to your body."
The king smiled, and spoke a different subject as to avoid Sheila's statement. "How was Faustina?"
Sheila's brows twitched at the mention of her name.
"What of her?" Sheila retorted.
"Well, she's a child. Lotheringwood sent me a direct fire message telling me happenstances around the capital. It seemed like the Forsaken is plotting something,"
"What he is conspiring is beyond one could comprehend." Sheila exclaims. "The Diener des Lichts are investigating it, but I doubt we'll find anything more than him wanting to summon Eulalia Fortunatorum from death's door."
