Chapter 250: Brick by Brick
Irene’s hatred of resting never ceased, but it didn’t mean that it became any more possible for her to pick up a sword and begin again.
There was no way for her to fight against her physical state. Her head was dizzy, her leg gave in far too easily. Even if she was simply hugged too tightly, it felt like her insides might fall out of her.
A few days before, she had removed the bandages and felt the slowly closing gash. The wrap wasn’t to stop bleeding but rather hold her together. She realized that perhaps she had worn a half-chemise too tightly, and the relaxing of her body felt awful.
She also ran her fingers over the wound while she had it open. She realized it was very likely that there would be a chip in her sternum for as long as she lived. She hoped it would never cause her problems.
There were a lot of moments of simply sitting there, staring out the window whenever her father or mother weren’t there to yell at her that she was wasting the warmth from the fire. Her room faced the eastern region, yet she still looked off into the distance as if she could see the battlefield from where she sat.
Never before would she have wanted to be cold with the others. It felt like a never-ending nightmare of how little sleep she got because of the frigid temperatures they faced. She was always shocked at how well the Hydrogian knights did, considering they weren’t used to winters so harsh.
Overall, she was simply in awe of how the knighthoods were working together now that she wasn’t out there. Surprisingly, they put down their prejudices in the faces of monsters. Even though they had a propensity for sticking to their own, just as the mages did, if there was an attack, they were all working for a common goal, and that was all that mattered.
She missed the environment so much. Feeling useful to the duchy was so important to her.
So many of her days were spent lamenting on the fact that she felt so damn useless. She hadn’t felt that way since she was taken out of her first life.