The next day, Faustina was able to only focus on studying as she investigates in her free time. Usually, after class, she would stroll down to places holding her journal as she tries to take note of the things that she sees. And as time passed by, weeks already passed with her doing this routinely.
She sent fire letters to the king, but he had no response, so Faustina stopped doing so and only informed Orwell. She didn't want to be a nuisance to the king, after all. Days passed and Faustina was still having dreams about Eula more frequently than ever. Sometimes Eula appeared in her dreams as young, and sometimes, sick. It was bizarre how those dreams didn't exactly look like dreams at all, given the fact that Faustina could easily evoke Eula's appearance so vividly.
How could dreams look so real?
It bothered her.
"Miss Faustina."
"Y-yes, Ma'am!"
