It's been two days since Knite got the fever. No one ever paid any attention on us, not even a single soul had asked if we're still living or not. They only give foods regularly as if we're some sort of slaves that's on a punishment. Knite's feeling has improved slightly though, he is now able to stand although he is still pale. I'm still worried but we have to do something, we need to escape here.
"Can you really do it? You told me that your powers were being concealed by those chains before." even though he won't say that he doesn't feel good, I know it, and clearly I can see it. However, he would just give me a simple nod together with that smile he shouldn't supposed to imprint when he was so sick.
"Please, stand back." Even if I'm unsure whether I'll allow him to use magic or not, I just heed his words without saying anything. I just agreed to what he wants like an obedient pet.
