Although Raylen had assured Emily that the clouds would become quieter, it took only an hour before the rain unleashed its restrained fury, this time with even greater intensity than before. However, the princess, exhausted from her fever and her conversation with the archdemon, had drifted into a deep slumber from which she did not awaken.
At the hour of four in the morning, the rain finally ceased, ushering in silence and a fresh, new day. The candles had completely melted away, and Raylen quietly slipped out of the room. He made his way to the kitchen, where Lauren and Westley were sipping blood from their worn-out cups.
Upon seeing Raylen, the two servants rose from their seats and offered him a bow, saying, "Good morning, Master," as they greeted him.
"Mm, morning," Raylen mumbled, the veins beneath his eyes becoming more pronounced as they pushed to the surface of his skin due to his thirst.
