The morning sun peeked faintly through the high glass windows of the west wing, its rays slipping through the ornate curtains.
"Haah..."
Aestrea sat on the edge of the bed, a thick bandage wrapped over his chest. His white shirt clung faintly to the dried blood beneath it, but he looked calm… calm, and yet tired.
The weight behind his eyelids threatened to shut them at any moment.
[21 hours remaining...]
Yeah, it had been more than a whole day since the battle, and Aestrea's life was hanging by a thread; his body was near his limit.
"Well... today's the final day to resolve everything..." he clenched his fists, and feeling that his mana had recovered totally, he couldn't help but smile lightly.
Knock, knock!
The door opened gently, and the first to enter was Alaine, her golden hair was tied neatly, her maid uniform spotless as always, though her usually composed eyes were soft today.
