YUKI returned to her room with a slight wound on her neck. The tip of the Katana was sharp, and luckily it did not go through her neck. Should she feel like she was fortunate to be spared? Or should she be mad because she almost lost her life? Yuki could not explain her feelings at the moment. That demon made her froze and nearly drove her insane. That demon guy called Damien, or whatever his name, harmed her physically and exhausted her emotionally. Her emotions mixed up like a mess.
Yuki was tired.
She did not realize how hectic the situation in her room was, but the maids were busy running around, getting something to treat her wound. The maids cleaned the wound and rinsed it with warm water. They applied an herbal ointment that smelled and looked like an antibiotic and covered her wound with a two-inch rolled gauze bandage. The wound on her neck was not deep or dangerous, but if the Katana went a little deeper, it might have cut her veins.
