As Azrael stepped into the ward, he saw a girl, approximately 110 cm in height, lying on the bed with both of her hands resting behind her head, staring at the ceiling while moving her legs up and down in a manner that suggested boredom.
The ward itself was quite spacious, with the bed positioned in the center. Because it was not a real hospital but rather a facility where most of the healing was conducted by healers, there were none of the high-end machines one would expect in a hospital ward.
The décor was also far from resembling a typical hospital; instead, the atmosphere was far more welcoming, far less clinical, almost like a child's room. Colorful drawings adorned the walls, scattered haphazardly but with an undeniable charm, creating an environment suitable for children rather than patients.
As soon as Azrael stepped inside, No. 4 turned her head in his direction, assuming it was Deus who had entered. However, when her gaze fell on Azrael, her expression froze.
