Chapter 26: Shock

"Eat, eat, eat..." Agata's voice was filled with a plea.

Agata kept scooping up the thin porridge from the bowl, bringing it to the mouth of the infant who was only seven or eight months old.

But the child, who had been starving for several days, still did not open his mouth.

Since leaving the Northern Land, she had first developed a fever and experienced a strong sense of maladaptation, vomiting profusely. It was with difficulty that her fever subsided, but then her body couldn't keep up with the nutritional needs.

The baby's eyes were dim and exuded an extreme weakness. The intense crying that had come before seemed to be his last rally before the small life burned out all of its vitality.

Agata, with tears in her eyes, forcefully pushed the porridge into the baby's mouth, but it kept spilling out from the corners, with no sign of swallowing. No matter how she tried, she could not get the porridge in, there wasn't even a cough.