After leaving the training ground, Louis walked with Sif along a dirt path and suddenly stopped, heading toward a simple yet clean wooden house.
"I'll go take a look inside," he said, pushing the door open and walking in.
The light inside was dim, with a faint herbal scent lingering in the air.
A knight lay on the wooden bed against the wall, his face still pale, but much better than it had been a few days ago.
He was the knight who had been injured in battle with the Frost Giant several days ago—Havier.
Seeing Louis enter, he instinctively struggled to get up and pay his respects, but Louis gently pressed him back down.
"Don't move," Louis frowned, "Your wound hasn't healed completely yet."
Havier showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, "Lord, I'm much better now."
"Don't push yourself," Louis pulled over a chair and sat down, "What did the doctor say?"
