#12. At the Edge of a Dream (4)

“Miss, is there anywhere else you’re feeling uncomfortable?”

Eily examined Eleonore’s condition with painstaking care, as if she were handling a delicate glass ornament.

Every movement was cautious, and that care was plain not only in her voice as she asked how Eleonore felt, but even in her reddish-brown eyes.

“Oh, honestly, I’m fine.”

And it wasn’t just Eily who was acting that way.

There was Albris, the handsome blond man, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t interfere with Eily’s examination as he watched his younger sister from afar.

There was Eugenie, still by her side despite having scrapes all over her own body, just as Eleonore did.

Sophie and Manuela, too.

Even the maids who usually attended to Eleonore.

Everyone gathered in Eleonore’s bedroom had worry in their eyes...