Chapter 33

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The day dawned.

I don't know how the morning came.

I blinked my stiff eyes hardly.

I came into the room last night, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed thoughtlessly, covering myself with a blanket.

However, tears did not stop.

Every time I blinked, the transparent stream of water was constantly pushed out of the eyelids.

It was a strange act.

I had cried so much but didn't know why I was crying.

'Is my body weak?'

I even thought about this.

'Some people cry because their body is weak.'

Am I like that.....?

"......Ugh, my head."

I muttered, sitting on the bed while letting my feet fall on the floor.

My head ached and my eyes felt feverish.

Last night, I tossed and turned for a while and fell asleep as I kept pushing back the tears.

At that time, Bessie knocked on the door to check on me, but I pretended to sleep because it was difficult to be caught crying when I couldn't even tell the reason.

Bessie seemed to hang around for a while and then she went back.

"Whoo."

I had to look in the mirror, but I had a strong premonition of what kind of figure I would be reflecting.

Just as expected.

"Oh, lady!"

Bessie, who came to clear the room to check on me if I woke up, was startled and stopped in the doorway.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"......is it very bad?"

"Wait. I'll get some ice right away."

It is very bad...

I touched my eyelids.

It felt feverish and stung a little.

They're swollen.

Well, it would've been weird if I slept like that last night and wasn't this swollen.

Bessie, who had just returned, gave me a cold cloth bag.

I put it gently on my eyelids.

"How did your eyes get so swollen......what happened?"

"I just had a really sad dream."

Bessie kicked her tongue, that was only the reason came to mind.

"I'll light you some scent candles before you go to bed today. I heard it's also helpful for dreams."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and."

Then Bessie took something out of her arms.

Only then did I notice that she brought something in, besides an ice bag.

"This one. The Duke asked me to bring this to you, lady."

"cough, cough."

"Lady?"

"Oh, no. Dust."

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand.

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