𝟒. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝

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StarPoisons.

Understand, when you grasp or know what something means or how it works. It's like when you follow a story, solve a problem, or know what someone is saying to you. Understanding helps you make sense of things around you.

Amidst the echoing thunder, he stirred with a groan, his eyes struggling to open. Pain gnawed at his head, causing him to moan in pain softly.

Amidst distant yells, he focused on the commotion and managed to sit up, wincing as his body protested. A sharp sting along his back intensified the ache. "euh.. Où suis-je..?" His voice was only a mere whisper. Taking in the deep red furnishings with tints of a sort of blue and walls that had a bland white flare that made him feel even more queasy.

As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, the door swung open abruptly, startling him from his observations. In stepped a butler, tray in hand, with a concerned look. "I see you're awake already, hm? You endured quite a blow," he said, offering a glass of water and some medication.

"Où... Où suis-je?" he repeated once more, his voice tinged with bewilderment and frustration. In response, the butler stared in confusion, not comprehending the language. "Pardon? I do not speak French, my apologies. Is that the only language you can speak?" asked the fellow, placing the tray onto a nearby dresser. Encre slinked forward slightly, his hand holding his head for a moment, overwhelmed by confusion, stress, and a deluge of negative emotions flooding his thoughts. He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the overwhelming emotions.

"No.. I speak anglais as well.." he managed to say, his French accent betraying his fear. He quickly corrected himself, "English.." His voice shaky and quiet.

Suave, the butler, nodded understandingly. "Well, I am Suave. It seems that you were brought here on mere accident.. Usually, My lord never allows mortals like yourself," Suave explained, causing Encre to turn in confusion, his nonexistent brow furrowed. "Mortals?" he questioned.



End Chapter.
335 words.

As usual, I felt a little bored. Short chapter but I'm bound to make a continuation in a little bit.
You know the thing I explained 3 days ago, there's the letter in case.

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