Bab 369: Helen·Faust - One - II

"...I am fine," Ravenna murmured, her hand pressed to her forehead as she modestly bowed her head, "It's my memory."

"Memory... The ones previously damaged when placed inside a puppet, are they finally beginning to mend?" 

Hendrik exhaled in relief, yet his voice carried a tinge of worry, "But you seem quite distressed, perhaps we should seek—"

"There's no need," Ravenna, now firmly on her feet, shook her head, "Myron, the mentor of Madam Ronger, once told me that sudden flashbacks and feelings of discomfort are normal, indicating that I am recovering well."

"... Very well, but should you feel unwell at any point, you must inform us, understood?" 

The middle-aged man, his face showing signs of age, spoke earnestly, "Everything is falling into place, Ravenna, and you shouldn't bear too much pressure. This is what the teacher... cough."

Hendrik suddenly coughed, his voice growing deeper, "This is what the teacher would not wish to see..."