Richard opened his eyes slowly, the blurry ceiling coming into focus. He realized he was in the infirmary room. As he peeked a little through the bandages, he noted that the wound was well-covered, thanks to the healing amnis. However, the blood loss left him feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
"Good job..." a familiar female voice said from beside him. Richard turned his head to the right.
"What did you come here for, Margareth?" he asked.
Margareth sat beside his bed, her eyes fixed on her hands as she peeled an apple.
"I hope you'll really call me 'sister' this time, just like you called Alicia," Margareth said.
Richard chuckled, though it was strained. "Hearing that from an anarchist like you really tickles my stomach. It seems like you've softened up since meeting Allen."
Margareth's expression hardened, and she slammed the knife down on the table with a loud bang. Richard shuddered, a fleeting fear that she might stab him with the fruit knife flashing through his mind.
