Still, on this day.
Charlotte, who hadn't slept all night, fetched a basin of water and carefully wiped Dermat's face and body.
Facing such a bizarre and bloody figure, she couldn't help but feel scared. However, her fear was outweighed by her strong sympathy and deep longing.
"Your Highness," she silently called out to him, speaking to him.
"You must get better soon."
The devil in the earring only responded with mockery.
By evening, the blood-like sunset pierced through the murky glass window, casting its light onto the narrow wooden bed. Charlotte sat at the edge of the bed, nibbling on a stale piece of bread, her first meal of the day.
As she struggled with the bread, the man lying in bed began to undergo a transformation.
