His spirit and his body connected once more, allowing him to see the mortal world and not the spiritual any longer.
When he looked around, he saw himself on the bed with one of the apothecary's apprentices, who was assigned to Silver Leaf, cleaning his forehead with a warm towel.
"My Lord!"
The man exclaimed.
Asher hurriedly sat up. "Leave."
He ordered the apothecary, and the man left quickly. Disobeying his lord was equal to death.
Before Asher could think properly about what happened, the door swung open, and a white-haired man with a golden spectacle that had no handle walked into the room with a thick, white fur coat in his bent right arm.
"My Lord, you're finally awake."
Ashe frowned.
"How did I pass out?"
"Your men said you were just patting Aquilia when you suddenly began to act strangely like you were listening to something and you fainted. It's been three hours since then."
"What?!"
