Next morning.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains and spilled softly across the bed.
Vincent opened his eyes—and instantly realized that not only had all the injuries on his body completely healed, but his abilities had also advanced.
He had broken through to Rank Eleven overnight.
Something like this had never happened in the history of the Astrium Empire.
A sudden thought struck him. His heart skipped, and he quickly turned his head to look beside him.
Rory was still asleep.
Her small body was nestled against his chest, eyes closed peacefully. Yet her complexion was an unhealthy pale white.
Her slender, fair legs rested loosely against his, and the clothes she wore were light—almost too light.
"Rory…"
Vincent's eyes filled with guilt and pain. He gently pulled the blanket up, carefully covering her.
"Mmm…?"
Rory opened her eyes drowsily. The first thing she saw was Vincent's handsome face, filled with concern, remorse, and tenderness.
