A very small noise woke me up.
The sound of hand turning a doorknob 'click'.
I woke up to the sound and opened my eyes.
But it was still dark in front of me.
I was scared for a moment.
Did I dream of being rescued?
Am I still stuck in the carriage?
However, the soft touch of the blanket in my reflectively moving hand told me this was a different place.
At the same time, I lost all the strength I had in my body.
And I thought again.
I quietly moved my hand and touched my eyes.
As expected, it was covered with blindfolds.
I haven't seen the light for a long time, so my eyes hurt when I open my eyes and see a bright light.
Someone did this for me.
I was completely relieved to think so.
And various information began to come in through senses other than vision.
The smell of fire as the firewood burns.
The touch of soft and warm bedding.
And a voice that talks from a distance.
"Why isn't she still up? Is she seriously sick?"
Oh, it's Gilliu.
"She has been sleeping for three days. Shouldn't we wake her up?"
A slightly lower voice than Gilliu, Mayron.
"Lady Florentia is very tired. Don't worry too much, the only thing that's hurt is her forehead."
Estira's here, too.
Instead of black silence, I kept laughing at the voices of familiar people.
I thought I could lie down like this and listen for hours and hours.
"How are you two shoulders?"
Estira asked.
"I'm fine, but Gilliu's been moaning all night."
Mayron replied.
"Well, it's the first time I've ever used Aura that much. Can you give me more of that ointment, Dr. Estira? It's very cool and nice."
"Sure, I'll give you as much as you want, so don't hold it in, Sir Gilliu."
I thought they were talking about Estira ointment.
Then Mayron said.
"Doesn't my uncle have to apply it too? You were busy replying to the letters until late last night."
"Haha, then I'll borrow some. My wrist is a little sore."
Oh, it's my father.
The sweet voice with a smile was obviously my father.
It's a long way to Ivan's estate, how did he get here?
"Do you get a lot of letters asking after Lady Florentia?"
Estira asked my father.
"Don't even say that. Father, sister Shannanet, Larane, and Craney. It's not going to be an uproar from Lombardy to here by using emergency troops several times a day. If you hadn't helped me write back, I would have stayed up all night."
