“Kkuueeeaaah!”

That night, the mansion was once again turned upside down. The face of the butler, who had not been able to get a proper night’s sleep for several days due to incidents happening every night, was pale.

“What’s going on?”

Even Lev’s face, seeing Illeon’s condition, was equally pale. The butler, with the help of workers, managed to restrain Illeon on the bed. The head butler wiped the cold sweat on Illeon’s forehead with a handkerchief.

“He seems to be having seizures.”

“Seizures? Why Illeon?”

The butler carefully chose his words.

“There were similar incidents when he couldn’t see before. Whenever he tried to drink herbal tea or perform a ritual, he suffered from terrible pain.”

“Hmm.”

Aaaargh!

Lev, hearing his son’s screams clearly even outside the room, staggered.

“My lord, are you okay?”

When Bernar tried to support her, Lev waved his hand. Elisia, who rushed out of bed at the horrible sound, couldn’t help the butler or comfort Lev.

Lev, with a pale face due to the horrifying sound, hesitated and looked at the standing Elisia.

“The kid seems to have chosen to fight.”

“…”

“Elisia, are you going to run away?”

Elisia’s heart pounded irregularly.

“Why… Why is Illeon…?”

She couldn’t understand why. Just a moment ago, wasn’t he smiling happily with Karina? If he only left, he would achieve all the success and honor predetermined in the fate given to him as the male lead of ‘The Blind Beast’s Flower.’

For some reason, she couldn’t understand why he was heading down a painful thorny path.

It should have been enough for her to leave.

Lev passed by Elisia, who was standing hesitantly, and disappeared into his bedroom.

But Elisia couldn’t leave that spot.

With uncertain steps, Elisia went to Illeon’s door and sat down on the floor.

In the room beyond the door, Illeon, suffering from pain, was bound to the bed.

Elisia felt tears welling up.

It was the beginning of a long night.

Illeon’s screams subsided.

Even so, until quite some time had passed, Elisia couldn’t enter his room.

After calming her heart, Elisia cautiously got up and entered Illeon’s bedroom.

Thunk.

Despite trying not to make a sound, a small noise occurred, and Illeon turned his head in the direction of the sound.

“It’s you…”

“…It’s Elisia.”

“The Lord sent his servant to the suffering lamb.”

Elisia approached Illeon cautiously.

Seeing him tied to the bed, his arms and legs so tightly that the blood didn’t circulate, she couldn’t help but break down in tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“No, I wasn’t crying.”

“Didn’t tears flow, and didn’t you sniff your nose?”

“I have a bit of an allergy.”
In the dark room, only Illeon’s red eyes were vivid.

“I thought I wouldn’t see him like this again.”

It was said that Illeon would walk a flowery path once he opened his eyes, and there would be no more miserable scenes in his life. However, Elisia felt saddened by the fact that this incident happened because of her influence on Illeon, someone she should forget and should not be with.

“I’ll wipe away your sweat.”

Elisia touched the water kettle placed at the head of Illeon’s bed. It was still warm, probably brought by the butler not long ago.

Splash.

Pouring water into a basin and squeezing the towel, Elisia wiped Illeon’s face, and he seemed to breathe more comfortably.

“You’re quite good at this.”

“The temple priests do relief work.”

Elisia replied vaguely. High-ranking temple priests usually didn’t engage in relief work. It was generally lower-ranking priests who dealt with such activities that were usually impossible for gods to communicate. Depending on the understanding of the original work, the grades of sacred power that could be obtained varied, and the criteria for how much they read and remembered the original work were diverse.

Since Illeon had no way of knowing, Elisia gave a vague answer.

“Relief work, huh? It’s a thankful task. Can I ask for a favor while you’re at it?”

“Yes. If there’s anything you need, please let me know.”

“I’m thirsty. Can you give me some water? There should be a small kettle over there.”

Illeon made an uncomfortable sound as if his throat was parched. At that moment, Elisia’s lips, moistened with water, touched his.

A few drops of water flowed through the lips that had touched each other.

Illeon looked at the woman who lowered her face, holding water in her mouth for him.

“Are you a priest or something?”

Her complexion was calm as if nothing had happened, and there was no sign of embarrassment. Regarding Hadoomsha, Elisia hadn’t thought much about it other than visiting her mother Lev a few times when she was young.

But the woman who seemed to have forgotten human emotions looked sacred.

The cold water from the water jug briefly absorbed the warmth of the woman and permeated through Illeon.

A floral scent was felt in the mouth.

The fragrance, like something emanating from the woman’s body, lingered in the nose and mouth.