“Don’t you know that it is more uncomfortable for me that Your Highness stays here like this?”
Filina, who came to the infirmary with Ian, uttered impatiently. Ian, who was looking down at her, distorted his face and said,
“Stop being so stubborn. I asked you to go to the hospital and consult a specialist but you refused, and now I can’t even stay here?”
“I said it was just stress.”
There was no exact name for her symptoms in this day and age.
However, if it were South Korea, it would be called “panic disorder.” Filina had the same mental illness before she possessed the novel.
At least when she first possessed it, the symptoms of panic disorder were completely gone, but after four deaths, she naturally suffered from the disease again.
In fact, it was not surprising.
It was shocking to die, but she had gone through the same thing four times in a row, so how could she live in her right mind?
She was lucky she didn’t go crazy.
Filina looked at Ian standing in front of her and said dryly,
“Your Highness, please pay attention to your surroundings. Your Highness won’t be the only one in trouble if any strange rumor spreads.”
Sitting on the bed in the infirmary, she sighed and lay down. As Ian stared quietly at Filina, he spoke in a low voice.
“I’ll do what you say this time, so promise me one thing. You’ll go to the hospital as soon as possible if you don’t feel well like earlier.”
She had to have the right to go to a hospital with a specialist.
However, a right to go out was only possible if Weaver’s final approval was obtained after applying for a “special outing” to the vice commander of the Order to which the cadet belonged.
There was no need to go to the hospital after going through this cumbersome stage.
“I understood.”
But Filina lied to Ian just to get over the situation quickly.
Ian’s face looked unhappy. Perhaps he had noticed that Filina was lying.
However, he sighed as if there was nothing he could do, and carefully pulled the blanket to cover Filina.
“Cecilia talks a lot about you.”
Ian said as he raised his gaze and glanced at Filina.
Ian, who was looking at Filina, smiled quietly and continued:
“She said she missed you when you came into the military school without saying anything.”
Filina looked at Ian with a slightly confused face.
She never thought Cecilia would be disappointed.
Ian, having said that, stared at her silently for a moment, and then walked away. The guard, who stood behind him, followed Ian.
The instructor in the medical room went out to see him off, and the space full of the smell of medicine fell silent.
Filina, staring blankly at the ceiling, raised her arm and covered her eyes.
Who the hell is it?
Who the hell killed me in my third life?
All she could remember was the crane pattern, so she was frustrated.
Was it related to the embroidery on Ian’s handkerchief?
The most suspicious person was Henry Argeny, who was closest to him.
He killed Leon, and it was no big deal if he stabbed another person.
Filina closed her eyes quietly, lowering her hand above her forehead.
Her head was a mess. She just wanted to sleep like this.
Suddenly a faint breath was heard in a quiet space. At the same time, her eyes flashed open.
There was another breathing sound except for Filina. She turned her head and looked at the seat next to her.
She saw someone on the bed between the white curtains. Filina’s hand moved sideways and slightly pulled back the closed curtain.
At the direction she was looking, she saw beautiful features of a person sleeping.
‘Why didn’t I think of it?’
Henry was also in the infirmary.
She had completely forgotten that she had called the instructor and sent him here.
Henry‘s eyes were closed, perhaps in a deep sleep, even though it must have been quite noisy when she was talking to Ian.
The sound of his even breathing spread clearly. Perhaps he fell asleep after taking medicine and hardly woke up.
Filina looked at Henry indifferently. She could see his face so clearly because he was lying down on his side.
The soft silvery hair fell sideways. Perhaps there was still heat left, but the white skin was exceptionally pale.
Silver eyelashes, tightly placed over tightly closed eyelids, shook thinly. She wondered if he was dreaming as his forehead was distorted.
There were two swords used by Henry in the original story.
One was a sword with a handle painted black, which he carried with him now.
Another was an expensive sword later given to Henry as a “Sword Master” in celebration at the Imperial Palace.
A beautiful long sword with two sharp horns.
At least the sword he had now had no crane pattern. It was something she had known from her second life.
She remembered taking out Henry’s sword as a prank at the time.
Then the only sword that was in doubt was the one that Henry was about to receive at the Imperial Palace.
The air cooled the dry, sunken gaze of Filina. The hand holding the curtain made a small fist.
At that moment, she heard a small knock on the door of the infirmary. Filina lowered her hand holding the curtain and turned her face to the door.
Filina and Henry were all who were in the infirmary.
The instructor had not yet come in after he left to see Ian off.
Soon the white door opened softly and someone came in.
The red eyes, which were looking around the infirmary, met Filina’s eyes in mid-air.