Fresh off the bath, Dhein walked into dinner, his mind flying somewhere else. At the long table sat King and Queen Garvill, their three small sons, Fiorelle and Shina. The chair in the other end of the table was reserved for him.
"Please join us, Lord Theocheirós," the king said.
As he sat down, all gaze landed on him.
He looked at the queen, she seemed to have recovered from her arduous battle against the fallen god.
"First of all, thank you for saving my wife," King Garvill stated.
"She has no memory of the time during which she was bedridden. But she is healing now."
Surprised, Dhein stayed silent for a moment before he spoke, looking at Queen Margaret Garvill.
"Your Highness, you have been told that you were possessed by a fallen god, haven't you?"
She sighed.
"Yes, Lady Wixorn informed me about everything I needed to know after waking up but..."
She clutched her head.
"Something isn't quite right. I can't remember anything."
