Next morning.
August slowly opened his eyes with hazy vision. The sunlight coming from the window blinded his eyes. August sat up with a growl, his whole body tired.
"You are awake." Oliver's voice echoed in his ear. August slowly focused on where the voice came from, scrutinizing his eyesight.
Bit by bit his vision became clear and saw Oliver standing beside his bed giving him a slight bow, "Please get ready fast. Mistress is waiting for you in the backyard." Oliver spoke.
"...Oh." August had no recollection of his memory other than Schoel throwing him off the cliff.
Can death die again? August scanned his hands. They were completely fine even, his body was completely intact. He was not feeling any kind of pain even after falling from such a high altitude.
"How did…I.." August questioned looking up at Oliver.
"Mistress brought you back. Even took care of you the whole night. Natlus healed your words." Oliver explained.
