"Shh..."
A deep, gentle voice arose beside her ear, and Dora turned to look, only to see a stooped figure cloaked in dark gold, wearing a hood, standing beside her, extending his index finger to his lips in a gesture of silence.
"Where is this? Who are you...uhn, who are you?"
Curled up on the stretcher, Dora asked in a delirious murmur, and the next second, the sharp pain from her injuries spread rapidly, causing the broken-bodied knight to convulse in agony. At the same time, her consciousness, now returning to clarity, also remembered what had happened before.
She seemed to have been taken to a chapel for recuperation and had seen a highly revered Patriarch, surrounded by many unfamiliar faces. His Eminence had asked her some questions, about Lord Black Fan, and then... then nothing was clear anymore...
The person beside her seemed to be the one who had brought her here.
Why had she followed him?
No good, she couldn't recall anything at all...
