Outside the window, the moonlight was bright, spilling over the trees and shrubs, casting faint glimmers of light.
Feeling the steady rhythm of Celestine's breathing on his thigh, Charles quietly covered her with a blanket.
He shifted his gaze to the wound on Celestine's arm, which had already scabbed over. The orange-quality miracle drug had indeed proven to be effective.
"I just wonder if it has scar-removing effects. If not, I'll have to check out the Seven Kingdoms Merchant Association or the Alchemist Guild." Charles thought to himself.
No girl would want to have a few extra scars on her body. Charles considered this quite a bit.
He also noticed the change in himself today, the calm and composed demeanor he had always maintained was starting to become more lively.
Thinking of this, Charles lowered his head again to glance at Celestine, who was sleeping soundly.
Earlier, Celestine hadn't asked what had happened.