Chapter 222: Leader of Sheep
The reverberation of the thunder persisted in tandem with the relentless pelting of the hailstones, numbing and submerging all distant sounds into an unbroken cacophony of white noise. Lightning mercilessly flashed through the window, causing Emily to gaze uneasily at the tumultuous spectacle.
"Is it always like this here?" Emily inquired, her eyes still fixed on the view outside the window.
Raylen retrieved the first-aid box from one of the cupboards within the room and set it down on a small table positioned in front of the couch, where candles burned brightly. The surroundings glowed warmly from the light emanating from candle stands scattered around the room. He took a seat at one end of the couch, while Emily settled at the other.
"More or less, yes," Raylen replied to her, glancing at her face. One side was hidden in a subtle shadow, while the other was softly illuminated by the flickering radiance of the candlelight. "It is the first week of Winter, and the rain will soon be replaced by snow. It will be quieter than it is now. Your foot, Princess."
Emily turned away from the window, and her eyes fell on the first-aid box. She then said,
"I can do it."
Raylen stared at her, his head tilting slightly, and he nodded. "If you say so," he said, leaning back and keeping his gaze fixed on her.
Emily gently raised the hem of her off-white nightdress and lifted her injured left foot to rest it on top of her right knee. In the soft candlelight, she could discern the tip of the shard protruding only slightly from her sole, indicating that the piece had penetrated quite deeply. The redness surrounding the glass was quite visible, and from the side, the archdemon watched her in silence, as though observing and patiently waiting.
Her hand inched towards her foot, her heartbeat ringing in her ears as she pinched the glass shard, and she felt a sharp, brutal tear that made her grit her teeth.