Chapter 243
Vivianna, who had been nursing Romandro, heard the news about Ian and went to his office. The passing mages were murmuring with relief, saying that he had regained consciousness quite early for someone who had lost so much blood.
She turned the corner carrying a tray with warm tea. Philea was standing in front of the half-open door. Vivianna called out to her in surprise.
“My lady?”
“Oh, hello.”
“What are you doing here? Why don’t you go in?”
“I heard he woke up, but when I peeked in, it seemed he was talking with the mages. I’m waiting here in case I might disturb them.”
Philea smiled sheepishly, fidgeting with her fingertips. A bowl of barley porridge sat on the windowsill in the corridor. Judging by how cold it had become, it was unclear how long she had been there.
“When Ian was little, he always asked for barley porridge when he was sick. But now that the imperial palace is full of delicacies, I suppose he won’t eat this anymore.”
“The food we ate as children is what we remember during our toughest times, my lady. Don’t worry, let’s go in together.”