Azlynn’s P.O.V.

As Arthur informed me about Alicia’s surprise visit, I promptly returned to my villa. Meeting her after ten days was a gust of fresh wind in this suffocation.

Standing in the moonlit courtyard, she was already waiting for me as I reached there. Alicia spoke worriedly.

“Little princess, you are looking worse than before. Please come inside.”

She guided me to the living room filled with the scent of sage and flickering candles, helping me sit.

“Please drink this. It will help with pain.”

On the glass table, a cup of pale golden broth, was the potion she cooked for me. Lifting the lid, I took a small...