Edward closed the bathroom door, as the sound of pouring warm water touching his exhausted body filled the room. But the water could not wash away the pain that began to throb violently in his head; sharp stabs struck the socket of his left eye and spread through his skull, as if his body refused to adapt to the new void left by "Tula."
Edward sank into his thoughts while steam filled the place. "Why is this servant truly helping me?" he wondered in bitter silence. "Doesn't he have the power to control me? What does he really want from me?" Tula's words—that everything has a price—made him rethink everything. As he tried to search for answers, the pain returned with even greater intensity, cutting off his train of thought. Edward clenched his fist and said to himself in despair, "Forget about it for now... as long as he helps me in my revenge, let it be. I will leave these questions until their time comes."
Edward emerged from the bathroom wearing clean, well-tailored clothes, with the black blindfold over his missing eye. As soon as his feet touched the corridor, amazement took hold of him; the lights that had been off for years glowed with a golden brilliance, and the dilapidated mansion, whose walls had been peeling, had become clean and tidy—even better than it had been before.
In the dining room, the table was set with a royal banquet, varieties of food he had never seen in his life. He turned around in astonishment looking for "Tula," but the place was empty. Suddenly, he found him standing directly in front of him with his cold smile.
"Please, Master, dinner is ready," Tula said, pulling out the chair with dignity, then poured him a glass of wine.
At that moment, a severe pain struck his head again. Edward took the glass to take a sip, but he froze in place; the wine in the glass appeared to his right eye as if it were pure blood, and he felt a wave of disgust fill his throat. When he wanted to eat, he took a piece of meat, but he felt it was full of blood and raw. All these delusions were the result of the pain and the loss of his eye, but they made the table look like a terrifying feast to him. He pushed the plate of meat and the glass away in revulsion, sufficing himself with pieces of bread and some fruit, trying to ignore "Tula's" silent gaze