Mullie

When Mullie opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry. There was a figure sitting beside him, who quickly stood up after realizing he was awake.

"Your Highness, you've finally woken up."

His vision gradually cleared, and the person in front of him was Tiffany.

"How long have I been unconscious? Have you been here the whole time?" Murray sat up, rubbing his forehead, while Tiffany sat back down.

“It’ll only take an hour, Your Highness,” Tiff replied, glancing at the clock beside her.

Mullie was pale and smiled apologetically at Tiffany. "I've kept you waiting for so long. I must have scared you today. That's just how my body is. I faint easily. The servants stand guard at the door and knock on my door every now and then, afraid that I might faint in my room and no one will know."

“It’s alright, Your Highness.” Tiffany feigned concern. “Is there no cure for this?”

Murray shook his head, and Tiffany sighed softly, "It will be alright, Your Highness."

Murray looked at the woman sighing in front of him. Whenever she did this, he always felt a slight sense of unease. He didn't feel it when he first met her, nor at the ceremony of inheriting the title, but he could feel it when he was with her today.

Is it because she inherited a title and became the head of a family?

He thought that was the right way to do it. After all, it would be very incongruous for her to put on a pitiful act after seeing her decisive and resolute demeanor. Not to mention that he was also present when Tiffany was in the meeting. At that time, her gaze was cold and her words and actions were like those of a different person. Even her first suggestion was to search the Magic Tower.

That's the Demon Tower. This is the first time it's been searched since the current king ascended the throne. Although nothing was found, it was the first suggestion made; no one else would have dared to do it.

He thought that perhaps because her father was assassinated, and a bunch of relatives were eyeing her family's wealth, she had no choice but to become like this.

Or perhaps her innocent, white-flower-like appearance is just a facade; she was never like this from the beginning, and now her true nature is being revealed.

Now, standing before me like this, with a worried expression, what is it all for?

He didn't believe Tiffany liked him that way, even if she was pretending. After all, who would let the person they liked just fall to the ground?

He felt a slight pain in the back of his head, glanced at Tiffany, and then lowered his eyes.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and with Muli's permission, the servant came in carrying a tray with a bowl of medicine on it.

He walked to Muli's side and bent down slightly. "Your Highness, here is today's medicine."

Mullie was already used to taking a bowl of medicine every day, and he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing the drink, the bowl was placed back on the tray, and the servant carried the tray out.

Muli glanced out the window and said, "It's getting late, why don't we stay in the palace for the night?"