"Has she returned yet?"
Elina paced back and forth anxiously in the room.
She had a feeling that waiting for Hilia to go down here might lead to some situations she'd rather not see.
However, she didn't dare move; that magic puppet seemed like a sword, one that would strike down at her if she dared move, forcing her back to bed.
The maiden was growing restless.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Hilia walked in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Elina."
Hilia walked in from outside.
She had learned from Rose that this Elf maiden had awakened and spoke with him, knowing that she...
Was perhaps not of the Elf Royal Family?
Hilia's expression was strange as she saw Elina wandering around the room in blue pajamas, her snowy white skin exposed from the collarbone downward, and Rose had seen it all.
Hilia couldn't help but glance at her magic puppet, uncertain if Rose was still on it.
