The dream ends here.
Someone came into view and touched Philsa's slightly red and hot forehead with a soft palm that had a comforting warmth. He remained motionless, like a child, without resistance.
"Sigh..." she let out a sigh of relief.
“Sherry…”
"You're finally awake." What Philsa saw was Sherry's face, with a gentle smile that seemed to bloom softly.
Besides his sword, Philsa noticed a simple breakfast on the table—a glass of water and a plate of white bread.
Upon seeing the food on the plate, Philsa suddenly felt her empty stomach rumbling in the dark.
A week later, the patient's injuries had basically healed.
The Alchemists' Guild processed his paperwork and moved him into a separate room so he could recuperate for another week.
The patient belonged to the renowned Silverwing Knights, and he was injured in the Sea of Trees, not far from the Holy City.
The Alchemists' Guild, of course, did its best to take care of this.
That day, there was a knock on Philsa's bedroom door. Before he could get out of bed to open the door or even respond, the visitor had already turned the handle and barged in.
"Huh..."
This rude habit... Philsa already guessed who the visitor was before they even entered the room.
Then, subconsciously, the image of a girl appeared in my mind.
Having not seen her for many years, my impression of her is quite vague.
He only now remembered that she lived here—in the holy city of Gransis. He had planned to visit her after finishing all his important business in the holy city, but he never expected to be so badly injured…
"elder brother?"
"Huh? Ha, oh... wait? How did you know I was here? I look like a sick person right now, it doesn't look good."
"What are you saying, brother?" the girl asked, tilting her head in confusion. However, she was already used to Philsa's sometimes unclear speech.
"Oh, it's nothing, Haruja, long time no see."
This is a client that Philsa met when he was on a mission in the Holy City.
Because of certain events, this girl became his adopted sister. From then on, they treated each other as brother and sister.
Although it may seem like banter or jokes between young people, it is undeniable that Firsa and Haruja's relationship has remained in good shape.
Despite maintaining correspondence, the two hadn't seen each other for over half a year.
After so long, hearing the term "brother" again gave Philsa a sweet feeling.
It turned out that Haruka had learned from the Alchemists' Guild that Felsa had been injured and sent to the Holy Capital for treatment, so he came to visit him the next day.
In her mind, her sworn brother was a very capable warrior. His appearance was like ice—cold and strong.
In reality, he appears somewhat cold on the outside but is warm on the inside, and he often gets injured while protecting others. He is extremely dedicated to carrying out missions for others, including Haruja himself.
He upheld the creed of the knightly profession very well.
This impression is a deep imprint left from the first time I met him.
Haruja admires his older brother, who is a skilled rider.
"It looks like you're badly injured..."
The girl sat upright in front of the bed, carefully placing the fresh flowers she had bought into the empty ceramic vase on the table.
"You could say that. However, I'm basically fully recovered now. I'll be leaving the capital in a few days. I'm so sorry I didn't bring you any gifts..."
"Thank you, but no need." The girl obediently shook her head, her short, jet-black hair swaying neatly at her shoulders, shining like black pearls.
"By the way, Haruka, is that all-black formal wear you're wearing the most fashionable girl's outfit in the Duchy right now? It looks quite good on you!"
The girl blushed and lowered her head. This was the first time anyone had complimented her attire.
The most striking feature of this gothic-style outfit is its thick, black, silky hand and foot stockings.
It is both warm and lightweight, and it can also perfectly show off the beauty of a young girl's figure.
Against such a mysterious black backdrop, her skin appeared even whiter and more even.
Philsa thought to herself, "This is indeed a beautiful dress that could be popular throughout the entire duchy and become a trend among young women."
"Hmm, it's actually quite good..." he muttered to himself, nodding.
As she basked in her brother's praise and felt quite pleased with herself, Philsa suddenly asked, "Hey, how's your swordsmanship training going?"
She was startled, just like a student who doesn't usually study hard and is suddenly asked by a relative about their recent grades. Their head buzzed, and they felt a little flustered inside, but they still maintained a calm demeanor on the surface.
"It's alright, there's been some progress."
When the girl parted ways with Philsa half a year ago, she repeatedly agreed to her brother's earnest advice: to practice swordsmanship diligently so that she could protect herself in unavoidable emergencies.
However, after parting ways, he put his brother's words out of his mind.
It seems like it's been half a year since the last sword practice.
"How about... I try it out at the guild dojo after I've rested for a few days?"
"No, no, I haven't been feeling well lately!"
The girl quickly waved her hands, refusing. If her brother tried it, everything would be exposed!
"What an easy excuse to see through," Haruja stuck out her tongue. Firza gave her a reproachful look, helpless against the girl's laziness.
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