That night, moonlight entered the room, illuminating the beautiful face of a silver-haired elf. She was recovering well, thanks to her innate regeneration as a blessed stage person, multiplied by the effects of the inn.
Soon, some time in the middle of the night when everyone—including the hardworking adventurers who had been barrier-hunting for a day—had shut their eyes.
She stirred, her long shimmery lashes trembling before lifting slowly, revealing gem-like red eyes still glazed with lethargy.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment before her eyes widened. Where was she?
Her nephew….was he alright?
She was about to sit up when she felt a soft hand on hers, and she turned to see it was her nephew, falling asleep next to her bedside, like a little cherub.
She calmed down immediately as she saw him, patting his small head.
