Nolan carried both of them to their room, gently laying them on the bed. He pulled a chair closer and sat down, watching over them.
"This was a bad idea," Nolan muttered to himself. "I wish I hadn't done it. Just a little bit of my mana—and look what it did to them. I just hope there aren't any side effects. I hope they're okay…"
He touched their arms. Their body temperature had already cooled down; earlier it had felt like they were boiling, almost a hundred degrees Celsius. "At least that's better now," he whispered, then leaned back. "Well… let me try to sleep."
The next morning, as soon as he woke, Nolan went straight to Linda's room. Both Celia and Linda were still unconscious, lying peacefully on the bed. He sat at the edge, concern written all over his face.
"They still haven't woken up," he sighed. "Maybe tomorrow… But tomorrow is also the day of the tournament. This isn't going to be easy."
"Good morning, Master," Lyra greeted softly.
