The place was in its usual scattered condition, the carpet was so full of dust that the footprints of the recent visitors were trailed on it. The furniture on the shelves was unmoved, and the paintings were slightly slanted. The first Princess's dreary bedchamber was only stirred by the hot soup and the smoke of incense. The humid and oppressive atmosphere, along with the motionless body on the disordered bed, was cloaked by the fumes from the soup and incense.
Like a crime scene… she did a really good job of making the ambiance like this.
'Guide-sama, you can let my heart beat any moment now.'
"Hah!" Yanarym abruptly rose from the bed and was hovering desperately for air. "Oh, my sh*t! My heart stopped for so long! I thought I died! "
Guide-sama: "You almost did."
She punched her chest and turned to look at the side table where there was food served. It was still oozing. She was not that long gone?
