Ronna stayed blankly in the room, by now she had a profound understanding of what it felt like to be in utter despair.
This made her mother extremely worried about her daughter, and after a while, she came to the door of the room again and gently knocked.
"Ronna, are you feeling any better?" Ronna's mother was very anxious, even though she had asked this question just five minutes before, and again ten minutes before that.
"Mom... please let me rest alone..." Ronna was very weak, as she covered her face in pain. However, next to her was a book, the one that Professor Moriarty had given her yesterday.
"I see... Next time, don't eat those wild berries given to you by the orphans." Isabelle d'Arc sighed, if it weren't for those unknown wild berries, why would her daughter have to suffer like this?
"I've washed your clothes for you, Ronna, remember to change into a fresh set." Isabelle, remembering something, called out again to Ronna who was in the room.
