Lying on the bed, Shar-ti first took off the hoodie and flipped the blanket over.

“Ugh, it was cold, then hot… and now my body feels heavy.”

Perhaps due to the fluctuating emotions, she felt like her fever had risen even more.

Although she wanted to wear something light, the burn scars needed to be covered.

More than her voice, it was the traces from five years ago that she wanted to hide.

For a moment, Shar-ti ran her fingers around her neck, suppressing words about concern for someone she wasn’t sure of.

Regret, anxiety, and fear were momentarily set aside.

“Yeah. Anyway, he’s leaving in three days.”

Talking and practicing voice communication with Ren for just a day before he left was the only purpose.

It might not be a pleasant memory, but through conversation practice, it could be helpful for Ren.

“Believing everything Ren says might be difficult, but hearing my voice didn’t seem repulsive, right? It’ll be okay.”

Even if she received new wounds, once Ren left, those wounds would be concealed beneath other scars, not visible.

Continuing her self-defense, Shar-ti shook her head left and right.

“Let’s stop thinking about it. My wallet situation is more urgent.”

It wasn’t too late to mourn later.

Now, productive thoughts were more important.

Before the snow fell, she needed to diligently gather herbs, fill the water container visible on the floor, create new potion recipes, and make potions for sale.

Moreover, she had to make clothes for Ren before he left.

“Ugh, dizzy…”

Shar-ti finally pulled her face out from under the blanket.

Trying to make plans, her surroundings spun.

“I should postpone the house-call therapy.”

Going to Vireta’s house right away with this condition was too much.

House-call therapy had to be scheduled generously, up to a maximum of three months.

Besides, because she had a lot to take with her, it was physically burdensome.

“My body won’t collapse like this, right? Is it because of the soldiers?”

The cold medicine she made was effective.

Houses with children inevitably purchased large quantities of Shar-ti’s cold medicine.

So naturally, she should be feeling better now, having rested and gotten up, but she was still exhaling hot breath.

“Maybe I’m thinking too much.”

In a state of strong mental pressure from Ren and the soldiers, coupled with threats from Doudin, it was natural that her body would weaken.

“I’ll gradually get better. Now that the soldiers are gone, Doudin has been dealt with, and Ren is leaving, my complicated thoughts should be resolved.”

“Back to being alone again…”

Suddenly, Shar-ti muttered to herself inside and then wet her lips by washing her face with her hands.

Being in pain, weakened physically, her mood sinking—all of it made her feel down.

“Just sleep.”
Shar-ti, who tossed and turned in bed, turned her hoodie inside out again. Desperate to get some sleep, she took out sleeping pills from the drawer and swallowed them. Holding the blanket tightly, Shar-ti closed her eyes firmly.

“I hope time passes quickly…”

Perhaps due to the cold medicine and sleeping pills, Shar-ti quickly fell asleep. However, because she had slept at an odd hour, she woke up in the middle of the night.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Shar-ti touched her forehead and checked her temperature.

“I was more surprised than I thought. The fever is still lingering.”

It seemed like she had suffered greatly before facing the winter. Shar-ti, exhaling deeply, got up from the bed.

Accustomed to an industrious lifestyle, such a long nap was unusual for her.

“It feels a bit dizzy, but there should be no problem washing up.”

Sweating and feeling sticky, Shar-ti moved to change into dry clothes.

Looking at the makeshift door made of wooden planks, Shar-ti weakly smiled.

“Surely, I wasn’t a slave.”

Seeing the scars on Ren’s body, she had wondered, but there were no slaves who couldn’t sew or hammer.

With a sigh, Shar-ti, with a limp, went outside the bedroom. The quiet house greeted her.

Ren was nowhere to be seen.

“Is he sleeping? Well, he must be tired.”

Considering the late hour and Ren’s busyness after she collapsed, he must have fallen asleep.

Thinking about replenishing Ren’s energy with herbs, Shar-ti headed to the bathroom.

In the chilly temperature of the bathroom, Shar-ti shivered.

“It won’t work.”

The decision was quick.

Shar-ti, giving up on the bathroom light, closed the door and immediately filled the bathtub with water, placing a magic stone inside.

The water, reaching knee height, slowly began to warm.

Shar-ti, feeling the warmth of the bathroom, slowly took off her clothes before entering the bathtub.

“Ahh… Feels so good.”

Instantly, Shar-ti’s expression relaxed as she took a deep breath.

Dipping her body into the warm water made her feel refreshed.

With sweat-soaked and chilled body now warmed up again, her mind also became clearer.

“I shouldn’t go to the village until the fever completely subsides.”

Transmitting a cold to the wounded soldiers would be a big problem.

Patricia might have left a message with Vireta.