Chapter 32 (1/2)

Chapter 32

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Artizea opened her eyes faintly.

She was buried in a cozy duvet in an unfamiliar room. There was a white one-piece pajamas on her body.

There was a fire in the fireplace. She heard the sound of firewood burning.

Heating in this weather was unusual, but it was good enough for Artizea’s body who was in the middle of a cold.

Artizea wriggled her hands and feet while lying still. Her knees and shins hurt, and her arms and shoulders stung.

So did her face. Artizea tried to graze the wound on her mouth that she got from having been slapped in the face.

What was different from other times she was beaten, was that her eyes were not sore. It looked like someone had wiped her face.

She slowly sat up.

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It wasn’t just certain parts of her body, but the muscles and joints of her shoulders and limbs also hurt. It seemed that her body was under even more pressure because of how nervous she was feeling.

And she thinks she fainted. Her last memory was of Cedric grabbing Miraila’s arm.

She doesn’t think she passed out right after that though.

Even so, she never lost her memory in this way.

It wasn’t really that big of a deal, but could the situation really have been so nerve wracking that it caused her to faint?

She had broken up an embankment, spread a plague, dealt with the Pirate King of the South Sea over the southern city of the Empire.

Even at that time, there had never been a situation where she fainted.

Artizea carefully got out of bed.

Then she stroked her face once with her palm. Her cheekbones hurt.

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“Phew….”

She sighed. She wanted to see the mirror, but she didn’t actually want to see it. She was certain it must be terrible.

To think that such a face was seen by Cedric. She felt an unfamiliar melancholy.

She had no memory, so there was no way to know for certain.

Artizea sighed.

The memory that seemed to be overloaded is probably because of the complexity in her head.

But that was the end for today.

It was then, the sound of a knock on the door was heard.

She didn’t answer, but the other person opened the door silently as if it was just a formality.

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It was Ansgar.

When he saw Artizea standing up, he put the wash basin and towel he brought in on the table near the door, and politely bowed.

“I am Ansgar, the butler of the Grand Duke Evron.”

“Yes.”

Artizea replied, suppressing the soaring feelings into her throat.

But she couldn’t stand it all, so she said it again in a tone full of emotions.

“Yes, I know.”

“It’s an honor to meet you. Ced has told us of how nice it would be for the Lady Heiress to stay here until the situation is settled.”

“Yes, I am grateful.”

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“Thank you for your understanding. The mansion is still a little cluttered. Normally, it’s a space where only soldiers come and go. We started cleaning it only last month.”

“Yes……”

“I’ll serve you during your stay here. If you have any needs, you can tell me anything.”

As Ansgar said so, he approached Artizea with a towel soaked in warm water.

Instead of leaving her face to Ansgar, Artizea accepted the towel.

“The doctor said that you were too traumatized and lost consciousness. Most of the wounds on the body are partial traumas, so you’ll be able to recover in no time. I will bring a hand mirror.”

“No. It’s okay……. I don’t want to see it.”

“Yes. It is said that it will leave no scar. So you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Yes. “

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Artizea replied vaguely.

It’s not that easy to be beaten to death by one’s bare hand. More so with a woman’s hands.

Miraila was stronger than Artizea, but she was still just a lady.

The heaviest of the things that hand could have held would be, at best, the emperor’s coat.

It was not common to get hit like yesterday. But it certainly wasn’t her first time.

Artizea carefully wiped her face with the warm, wet towel. The front and corners of her eyes, and the stinging areas on her forehead and cheeks were also gently wiped.

“The Lady’s maids are also in this mansion. They might be unpacking now. Would you like me to call for them?” Ansgar asked, gently.

The reason Ansgar dared to ask was because Artisea’s condition seemed very bad.