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"Sorry, the room is a bit messy."
Following Little Schmidt, Marvin and his group arrived in a cramped bedroom. The entire room was only a few square meters with corners piled full of classical books, pages scattered all over the floor, making it difficult to step across, and a woman with a vacant expression sat on the only bed, her eyes empty and staring blankly at the sparrow on the windowsill, motionless.
"This is my mother." Little Schmidt picked up the scattered pages off the floor one by one and said to Marvin and the others, "Her mental condition isn't very good, but she's quite quiet, and I'm feeding her her medicine."
As he spoke, Little Schmidt took a bottle off the desk labeled Goffrey's Fragrant Wine, unscrewed the top, and brought it to the woman's mouth, softly saying, "Mother, it's time for your medicine."
The woman complied by opening her mouth, her eyes still fixed on the sparrow perched on the windowsill, taking medicine had become routine for her.
