"Hi, Lancel."
Fiore lay in bed when he entered. She was noticeably weaker than before. Her blue hair was slightly unkempt, while her golden eyes held a tired gleam.
According to Countess Gretelle, Duchess la Blanc had instructed that she remain in bed for a week to avoid overexerting herself while she recovered.
"This is funny. There are two Lancels."
"...."
While she wasn't completely out of it, the effects of Death Parallax were still there. She spoke normally, yet her perception remained distorted. She even mentioned that she was seeing two other women in the room.
But when Lancel glanced around, there was no one else.
At first, she had been afraid. But as the days passed, she seemed to have grown used to it, treating what she saw less like a threat and more like something she could laugh off.
"By the way, Lancel."
"Yes?"
Fiore leaned closer, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I saw it."
"...."
"Your magic."
"...Uh?"
