Chapter 6 6

Eira gradually opened both of her eyes. As the remnants of the medication leave her body. She glanced up at the ornate ceiling a few times, blinking a few times, and then the realisation hit her.

She is currently in the home of an unknown person, and he has seen her face. Because he discovered her in the woods, we might assume that he also came across other deceased people. He is aware of the fact that she is a murderer. Having a face-to-face conversation with someone while you are

You are on a mission that was in direct violation of the rules. Her commander in chief will most certainly discipline her, but she did not care about that at all. The dilemma was that if the dashing man caused her any problems, she would have no choice but to murder him; nevertheless, she did not wish to take the life of the man who had saved her.

She was not quite as monstrous as people made her out to be.

Eira was confident that her leader had given orders to other fighters to find her since he must have believed that she had betrayed them. She has to get to them first in order to save things from getting out of hand. She had seen them kill the assassins who were attempting to flee from that life. There is a stringent set of rules that should not be broken by anyone.

The sun was at its highest point, and the window was propped open all the way, allowing fresh air to enter the room. The rich crimson and off-white colour scheme used to decorate the bedroom gave it a more regal and lovely appearance when the sun was up. After waking up, Eira discovered that her wounds had been dressed and she was wearing a slender but comfortable white dress. Her head was still spinning, but it was noticeably better than it had been the day before; when she touched it, she felt slimy. Her perspiration and medication created a peculiar odour that lingered on her body.

When she realised that her throat was as parched as a desert, she glanced over at the night stand and saw a mug of water. Eira made an effort to stand, but her damaged leg seemed numb, as if it were already paralysed. She endeavoured to stand, but she was unable to move her leg. It has never happened before, and even if she had to take medication for medical treatment, the effects of the medication would wear off in a matter of hours at most.

"The effects of the medicine have not yet worn off... Don't worry, everything is going to be all right..."

After hearing a male voice, she turned her attention towards him.

The man was entertaining himself by standing next to the bed and glancing at the woman. He took the glass, filled it with water, and held it out in front of her. As Eira scrutinised him with her stare, she inhaled deeply of his scent, which instantly overwhelmed her senses and triggered a sensation that was familiar yet remained a mystery to her. He exuded an aroma reminiscent of a lush woodland and uncultivated flowers.

While she gazed at his nicely combed black hair, rolled up sleeves of white shirt, and chain falling low from his neck, he glanced at her and waited for her to take the glass from him. He then looked at her again. Which has the face of a wolf carved into it and is worn as a locket, giving it the appearance of a royal insignia.

"Who are you?"