After that, Lancel remained at the Gretelle Mansion to recover.
While he couldn't feel much at rest, the moment he tried to move, pain seared within his body. It was enough to remind him that he truly needed to stay still.
Heck, even something as simple as lifting a spoon proved to be difficult.
As for his reward, Fiore's had been simple. A promise to nurse him back to health and tend to his every need without complaint.
"Are you sure about that?"
At first, Lancel was hesitant.
He had no idea how long his recovery would take. It could be a week, a month, or even several months. And yet, Fiore had offered to devote all her time to caring for him.
She was still an apprentice witch, still in the process of learning magic, which meant that staying by his side would take away from that time.
"It's fine. You might not know this, but I was actually about to die that day, you know?"
"Really…?"
