[Portia's POV]
It is almost dusk when I am walking in the corridor, looking for Oliver. The red twilight shine from the glass window to the floor makes me feel as though walking on a long bright red carpet.
I still had a little bit of time before dinner and hearing Anthony's final verdict regarding my problem, so I went to find Oliver to talk about another important matter.
This is such an important matter when it comes to my life in the future.
I know—that the current problem is also a critical condition. The high probability of my body exploding because of unstable mana flow becomes dangerous. Strangely, I am not worried about it.
For now, I am much more worried about Diane's future fate.
Back then, when I was eighteen, I suffered a strange illness. That illness made me unable to speak and paralyzed for almost three months.
