Chapter 135. Astrid
The beautiful blonde girl slowly regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttering open as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings. She was lying in a cozy room, its walls adorned with simple decorations. As her gaze swept across the room, it settled on a small, pretty elf sitting nearby. The elf had pale skin, striking white hair, and deep red eyes, which were currently focused on a book she was reading with intense concentration.
Sensing the girl’s gaze, the little elf looked up, her serious expression softening into one of surprise. "Ah... you’re awake," the elf said in a sweet, gentle voice. She was so cute that the girl immediately felt the urge to pat her head.
Before the girl could say anything, the elf’s face lit up, and she suddenly shouted, "That aunty woke up!" Without another word, the elf darted out of the room, leaving the girl alone.
"Aunty?" The girl wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, muttering to herself, "Not cute at all."
Moments later, the little elf returned, this time accompanied by another beauty. Unlike the elf, this woman was human, with an air of confidence and a sharp gaze that immediately commanded attention.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I’m an alchemist well-versed in potion-making and pill-crafting, not in diagnoses," the woman, Mathilda, said with a shake of her head. Despite her complaints, she approached the bed with a determined look and reached out to check the girl’s pulse.
As Mathilda’s fingers touched her wrist, she glanced at the blonde girl’s face and suddenly gulped, her expression shifting to something much less professional. Her eyes lingered a bit too long, and she swallowed hard like a pervert trying to keep composure.
"You go play somewhere else," Mathilda said to the elf, her voice tinged with barely restrained excitement. "I’ll give her a full-body checkup."
Wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, Mathilda leaned in closer, but before she could proceed, the little elf spoke up, her tone firm. "Brother Tyler warned me never to leave you alone with any woman."
Silvia’s words were resolute, and she refused to budge, her red eyes watching Mathilda warily.
Just then, the girl in the bed sat up, her movements fluid and graceful. "It’s alright," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "I can heal myself."