Nolan sat beside the bed, relaxed, and quietly opened a book to read.
The room was dim, since the magical circuits that powered the lights throughout the palace were still down.
On top of that, the royal palace was still under Meliodas's control, so the situation would likely continue for quite some time.
Nolan's gaze drifted to the bed. His sister lay there with her eyes closed. Her breathing was weak but steady.
'Why is it taking so long? he wondered. I healed her wounds, and the token I gave her saved her life… Could she be suffering from trauma?'
His brow furrowed at the thought.
Trauma was far more serious than ordinary wounds. It affected the soul, and healing it required more than simple medical treatment.
As Nolan considered different ways to help his sister recover, a faint moan escaped Seira's lips.
Her eyelids trembled, then slowly opened, revealing her beautiful eyes.
