"How long will that monster stay here…?"
"Princess Sophiel…"
Lumia muttered in extreme worry, her usual composure shaken as she gazed at her ever-graceful master—reduced to a state she had never seen before.
Sophiel, draped in layers of blankets as if they could shield her from the outside world, had barely left her room since that day.
Even when she did, the moment she heard anything—anything—related to Lady Rose, she would immediately shut herself away again.
Lumia couldn't blame her.
Not after that traumatic experience.
Though neither of them had been directly harmed, the sheer weight of that overwhelming presence still clung to their bodies like a phantom.
The suffocating force of Rose's mana had been… unlike anything they had ever encountered.
