Lanceil spaced out while sitting in front of his desk.

The conversation he had with Agatha in the hospital kept replaying in his mind again and again.

“Sir Lanceil? Is that you?”

With heavy eyelids, Agatha forced her eyes open, and she tilted her head to him.

“You’re awake,” Lanceil greeted while sitting next to her bed.

“Where am I?”

“Inside your room. The woman next door said that you fell unconscious on your way to the condominium.”

“The creepy woman next door?”

“Creepy?”

Now that Agatha brought that, Lanceil would agree that their neighbor looked creepy.

“I want water,” Agatha begged.

The strained expression on Lanceil’s face loosened as...