Unknowingly, the fifth day of treatment ended, and tomorrow is the last day.
...
At night, Tilan came to the cell where the mysterious man was held captive. This was a place she temporarily rented from the King Camp, for keeping him in a tent would be troublesome, and cleaning would not be easy.
These days, she was busy with treatments and purchases, and today she finally had the chance to come over and talk with him.
"Could you find me a chair?" Tilan asked the guard. Despite not being a member of the King Camp, her medical skills and identity had gained recognition from most people over the past few days.
"Sure, please wait a moment." The wolf blood species guard answered respectfully, then had someone bring over a wooden chair.
Sitting in the aisle outside the iron bars, the torch inserted nearby cast its light into that damp and cold space, dividing the contours of the girl's face into light and shadow.
