"Oh dear. Finally, you've regained consciousness. I thought I might have to surrender my dear life to the General if you didn't wake up today," the royal physician sighed, shaking his head.
Ren looked up at Zayden, who immediately averted his gaze as if he had done something he shouldn't have.
"Why?… What did he do?" Ren asked hesitantly, curiosity stirring despite himself.
Not to mention, even his clothes had been changed…
"Ahem," Zayden faked a cough, tapping the physician's shoulder. "Nothing much. Really. I just told him and a few others to make sure you recover well."
Eiran stifled a chuckle, covering his mouth with his hands.
"Why are you laughing?" Ren turned toward the child, raising an eyebrow.
"Dad doesn't want you to know he threatened everyone to treat you properly or they'd lose their lives—oops! I wasn't supposed to say that," Eiran said quickly, glancing up at Zayden, who shot him a glare.
