"My daughter is such a good girl. But ever since she contracted Black Pox, she's become a bit cold and short-tempered. Please forgive her if she causes you any trouble, Young Master Merlin," Lisa said, her expression sheepish.
Merlin smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. I won't be angry or blame her. I understand the situation."
Who wouldn't feel depressed and tormented after years of suffering from illness?
If it were him, Merlin was certain he would also be easily irritated and consumed by misery.
So he wasn't surprised that Nivis's personality differed from what was described in the novel.
After all, Nivis in the novel was already recovering, with Abel there to support her emotionally.
His task now was the same as Abel's: to be a pillar of support for Nivis so she could heal.
They continued walking until they reached room 146.
"Before entering, please wear this mask, Young Master Merlin," Lisa said, handing him a special white mask.
