WARNING: Character appreciation post. Can be skipped!
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01: Death of her master
"Faustina," says Eula in a very weak voice, "I don't think I am going to live much longer."
"Don't say that," Faustina softly said, as the ladle touched the dried lip of her master. Eula's fair complexion was now pale. Her red hair was unkempt, although Faustina combs it every day.
"Is the medicine working?" Faustina asked, "are you feeling better, Master?"
Eula unleashed several fits of cough. Blood trickled at the side of her lip.
"Months have passed," Eula said weakly, "maybe it's finally the time..."
Faustina feigned a smile, "You're going to be better, Master. Just wait for the medication to take effect. I've added a hundred percent concentration of the herb, and I went to the forest to search for those mushrooms the book was referring to."
