As he couldn't stand it anymore, he drank melted opium, but he couldn't remember how he had fallen asleep since then. He tried his best to recall what happened.
Kloud's voice and Curtis's glance. The feeling of his fever going down little by little. Cool serenity. Sleep coming on. The sense of walking in the air and the bottomless darkness.
Nowhere in his memory was Marianne. Nevertheless, he could imagine her expressions, eyes, and voice.
What if she entered the room the moment he was awake?
She must have had worried about him. With a sad expression, she would feel bitter and bite her lip, and her green eyes would be filled with resentment and affection.
Then she would've probably shouted at him like this: "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me anything until you ended up being in this sorry state? You promised to tell me anything honestly, right? If you had told me sooner, I could have helped you earlier. You are really stubborn!"