"Princess Anyang, you..."

His throat growing dry, Arthur froze completely. Turning his head to the side, that exquisite countenance was right before his eyes.

The familiar fragrance of flowers nearly enveloped him. Arthur’s words caught in his throat as he stared at he

The three days of official leave quickly passed, and Arthur once again resumed his daily routine of commuting between the military camp and the General’s Manor, while Evelyn began preparing to set up her own shop.

She had previously exchanged her pawn tickets for

Why was his forehead so scalding?

Evelyn reached out to touch it, immediately feeling the burning heat radiating from him.

There was no need for further speculation—Arthur had developed a high fever. Frequent illness had made her deeply familiar with the suffering it brough