Draven turned to gaze at Adela with terror. He opened his trembling lips to say.
"I'm all right. You truly had a terrible dream, which is unfortunate. Did you share it with anyone at all?"
Adela averted her sight and formed a mournful expression. She sighed and said, "I attempted to talk to my mother, but she ignored me and told me not to worry about it; it's only a dream."
Draven approached Adela with a troubled expression. After gazing at Adela for a while, he sat down next to her. Adela's brows furrowed as she wondered why Draven had abruptly seated himself next to her. She backed away a bit from him. While spouting her lies, did she do anything improperly? She overheard Draven put his palm on his forehead and breathe loudly. Then, suddenly, he said, "If you see something like that again, let me know right away, okay?"
Adela slowly bowed and asked, "Is everything well, your highness?"
"Y-yes."
